Life on this planet was simple. Be a predator or be prey. Humans lived a very short life compared to us. The immortal beings of the night. We existed only in their dreams; well nightmares to be precise. We were thought to be fictional just creatures in their fanstasy world. Little did they know, we did exist. It was easy to pity the human race. So feeble. So weak. But it was also easy to be jealous of them. Their ignorence made them live what they thought to be 'long' happy lives. Oh how I craved mortality. How many times I'd sat and thought about putting an end to this ever lasting life of emptiness. It's true I was sadistic. Wouldn't you be if you'd slaughtered over a hundred humans to survive? Drawn to you they dont realise until the last minute their life is about to end. The look of pure terror in their eyes, the begging and then the sudden urge to run. As boring and as cliche` as it was it still disturbed me. But there was no other way for me to survive and so I kept on with my gruesome ways. After all I was a vampire.