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My life was as average as you can get. If you're a vampire, that is. I have lived for so long, that the idea of celebrating the fleeting years that pass the world by seems trivial, pointless. Especially to one such as me who gave up trying to recall my age, the date on which I was born, my human family and indeed my human life centuries ago.

It amused me to watch the humans, listening as they complained about the weather, their hair, who did what, and who was going out with who. They were so wrapped up in their own little lives that they forgot to look for the big picture. It was so easy for them to block out the things that scared or upset them, to focus on the trivial facts and find comfort in the familiarity and normality of recurring everyday life. As a vampire, that comforting veil and feeling of fitting in is dropped. From the very first night, you can feel the difference. Memories are much sharper, and the mind has so much more capacity, it is hard not to see the big picture, to see how little your life mattered up until that point, to see that you were more, now that you had been included in the dance of death, the creature that refused to die.

I would watch the humans scrabbling in the dirt, trying constantly to prove that they were different, were special, but I knew better. I saw the big picture, and I knew that no matter what they did, saw, felt, they were all the same. They gave themselves names, identities and strove for lives that were different from everyone else's, but no matter what they did they could not change the recurring pattern of sameness, the fear of death, of no longer existing, striving to be remembered once they were dead and gone.

All I saw was the endless stream of humans, all the same, unoriginal, boring, even. Until that night, the night that Bill Compton brought a woman into the bar that I had created, tended to and brought to life.

Do not misunderstand me; I do love my existence for I have found reason and a purpose. I exist to observe the world as it progresses and develops. I exist for the passion of humanity, for the desire to reproduce, even as futile and pointless as it is for vampires, the passion and the lust still live on as we do, long after out deaths. I exist to contemplate life, and death and the reason for being. I live to enrich the lives of others like myself. I exist because it would destroy Pam if I did not, we have become close over the years and she is like a daughter to me. I exist because I must, and that is the way it has been and will always be.

But never, in the years of contemplation and scrutiny of the world did I dream of my real purpose, the reason for my being. Never did I think that my world would suddenly revolve around one person, especially not a human. Never did I dream that I would find love of such intensity that even at the slightest threat of danger to her life I would be willing to sacrifice myself, to endure years and centuries of torture, just to see her safe. I would live for eternity in a life of misery, just to see her happy.

I understand now, that maybe some of the things I did to win her affections were wrong, impolite, unjustified and unneeded, but I can assure you that they were carried out because of my love for her, because every time I saw her, the universe slanted and rearranged itself around her being, and all I could think of was her beauty, the gentleness of her eyes, the curve of her lips, the bubble of her laugh, the way she smiled.

But now I am getting off track. I shall start from the beginning. From the very first moment I saw her, the night she walked into my life, and then left with my heart. The night my universe exploded, and changed.

I will start from the very first time I met Sookie Stackhouse.