Living forever, who could have resisted? Certainly not I, but I have come to believe that is apparent now. But, it is a small price to pay having to drink blood to stay young forever, and have the strength off an inhuman monster. But I am no monster. Ever since I can call to mind I have always longed to be… well… what I have become. To live forever. What a promising destiny.
Weeks have passed since my transformation, and never again shall I allow that pure red liquid to touch my lips, to travel down my throat and fuel the horrific beast that has become of me. I wish to rid my body of this, this ailment, this plague that riddles my life. To become one with the ashes of the past, but such a destiny is beyond me. One cannot take the life of his own the council has said, or may they be cast into the depths of the underworld. The dwelling of those of which I share a nature. The dwelling of the wicked. The corrupt. The sinister. I am dead, though my body is still mobile. My soul has departed. I am no longer clinging to life. It is beyond my grasp. This wretched choice I have made will haunt me forever.
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