You may think this is another one of those, stupid, unbelievable stories that you read almost everyday - but I assure you, this is not one of them. This is the story of my life. For eons I have spent looking for those like myself, those night dwellers, those creatures who seek out the blood of humans to feed - to keep alive. Nothing can penetrate these walls - these walls I've created around myself. We, the dwellers of the night cannot die, cannot be sick, cannot suffer any pain other then that of torment and heart ache, the torment of being immortal. But every day I live on, most days I live in the pain of not being able to feel... feel as human as I look.
My name is Peter Williams III, I am One Hundred and Fifty One years of age, but look no younger then the young age of twenty-one. Not sit back, and be patient as I bring to light, the story of my life and what happened to me.