I am the true Forsaken one and I have returned to tell my tales. Why can't this world except my difference? Why can't they see? For centuries, living dead feeding on blood of Kine and beasts alike.

I got over it. Went on with what was my living. Feeding killing every night. Appearing every night appearing from shadow returning to shadow. I have killed more then you can count.

I've hidden from sight even at night. My victim's unsuspecting unknowing what is happening to them. Watch their tears fall down their faces as they have their last intake of air. I mourn not who I kill, for they at least have the dignity of dying.

Never get attached that's the key. Love, anger, depression, and pain. Is what living this death is like. So far never have I taken one to be by my side. For eternity's along time.

Friends and family are gone, watching their children's, children's, children's live on. Watching them at night visiting their beds just to take in their site. Missing sleeping at night, watching them grow old and wither and die. Watching them get bullied and once almost raped at night.

Saving her was my worst mistake for showing them all the Condemned and tromatizing her until her end. I saved her but also plagued her. Never help those who are in need, it'll get slapped back in your face with anger and greed.

Hating all I see, killing little children to stay with all thee. I shall never take one onto this side of life. For no matter if you love someone, they don't truly love you back they hate your every fiber in your soul. For experience knows all. All your bodies will be mine.