The things I can do, think even, murder innocents thousands of then without second thoughts feasting on there blood there neck veins just calling me making me grow hungrier by the second making me want more making me want to kill more. I can feel myself getting more powerful with every human I drain of there blood. But killing it comes with a price its an addiction much like drugs or alcohol but far worse it comes with enemy's, enemy's like me, immortal enemy's ones that cant die by gunshot or be killed by a knife no you have to have a very powerful weapon one made by my own beloved mother the first vampire on this earth and the first vampire to kill another, and that vampire was none other than my father she pierced his cold dead heart with a weapon so powerful so lethal it can kill the dead once and for all the Porcelain Dagger. I am the only one who wields it I carry it every step I take in this cruel world we live in I inherited it when I returned the favor and killed my mother for what she did it was cruel not only did she end my fathers life she ruined mine growing up without a father is something no one should have to go through she put me and my brother through the pain of not knowing why our father was gone or why my sister ran away she drove me to isolate myself and only let the people i trust into my life witch consisted of my brother and the ones iv turned that have stayed loyal to me throughout the years but the ones who don't usually end up in jars of ash sent to there loved the only way they would be free is if they find away to leave unnoticed
