Introduction

I never had put much thought into how I was going to die. Being a vampire tends to give one a different outlook on life. To be alive, one must be capable of experiencing what it means to be alive. How can I consider myself alive when all I know is death, pain, and suffering? There might be a heart beating in my chest, but that doesn't make me alive. It certainly doesn't make me human, or capable of human emotions. So, why would one who doesn't consider himself alive, worry about dying? Why? Why would I? Her. She's why, because when I look in her face I suddenly feel…. human? It was so simple before, kill or be killed. But, now I hardly recognize who I am, its unnatural. I'm a vampire. I don't deserve these feelings she brings me, feelings I can barely comprehend. I can feel it; more human emotions wake in me every second I spend with her. The others will notice soon. I fear what consequences will be wrought upon us. The strings of Fate have begun to tighten their noose. But, I refuse to be dictated by some unseen cosmic force. No. I will stand and fight, I will not die. I won't die, not when she has given me a reason to live.