What I should probably illustrate at this point is that my father wasn't averse to stealing in order to gain, within the vampire community- if there was such in that time- stealing was a no, a complete an utter no. to steal was to disrespect but somehow my good-for-nothing father found nothing better, than to take what others claimed- whether that be human or vampire. Although vampire was his speciality, he believed you gained more taking from 'the living dead'.

That's how he came about a book. A book I think you all know causes mass destruction and is more powerful than I ever gave it credit for. The book of survival. Vampires are not discreet but for survival we are careful, more careful than we are given credit for. That's why a man like my father could never be allowed to survive.

Myrnin's plan was flawless. My Fathers' rule for end games was to be ready for any possible outcome, we were ready. Or least we thought we were.

It worked and he fell and I rived the book from his thick and heavy hand, feeling a shift in my power in the first touch. We buried him and returned, never really letting it slip that we'd disposed of the cruel leader.

It was that night that I disappeared once more, but this time I disappeared alone. For some reason it took me many years to final figure the feeling I had held since my father's death, and as vile and blood-thirsty as he was I figured out finally that the feeling was loss, I'd been in the immortal version of mourning for many decades.

Myrnin finally caught up with me, and through plentiful letters written in his fine and messy print I figured him to be well but saddened by my abrupt disappearance. My sudden absence had broken him slightly. And although I was saddened by the news that my friend, and too be honest at that point my only friend, felt I'd left unjustly- I couldn't bring myself to regret the decision. To stay would have been to live a lie; Myrnin was my best friend to place in modern terms, if such a thing existed after the conversion, I cared awfully deeply about what would happen to him and how I could protect him and I think in a way that was why I had to leave him as abruptly, because I knew that if I had of announced my parting; he would of painstakingly accompanied me, whether that be my wish or not. He was a good friend and a part of me, never really realised what it was like to be truly alone. I thought I knew what it was but until I walked away, and never turned back I knew what it was like to walk into the darkness with no-one to watch your back.

It had been long years since myself and Myrnin had conversed when I after countless riots and fleeing, I wrote an apology of such, I was maddened by being so isolated. So as hopeless as it sounded I bought the land on which the basis of Morganville was built, praying to myself that this wasn't the beginning of our designed destruction. I wanted a place we could be safe.

I knew the sun wasn't safe. But I knew that where the clouds lay heavy, the sea level rose were not safer. The sun may burn but for that we had the protection of dark, I chose the lesser of two evils.

And that is what became of me. I called all the vampires I was aware to live in a town in which we wouldn't have to hide; the open minded citizens stayed- we opened the blood banks. Founders square was built. But it wasn't until recent years that the town became one.

You could call it evolution.

I'm a closed book. My secrets lay hidden, masked by my iced nature. Because I'm not one to ever be hurt again.