PREFACE- The monstrosity of Solitude

People are born into this world as infants with a family and people to care about them. These people know their purpose in life... they know what they are. They grow old and withered and they have children and grand children. They remember their life.

These people, of which i am talking about, are obviously human and they are normal. Myself is of course a completly different matter.

I was no infant, I was 19, I had no family, nobody to look after me, i had no recollection of what had happened to me or why i was born into a life of immortality. I had no memory of the past... only the knowledge of the future, because at that time i had no understanding of the present.

All i knew was that i was a monster and i would never remember anything of humanity. Only monstrosity.

My name is Alice. I think. I Am a vampire . And this is the story of my solitude.