Autumn leaves fell this time of year, slowly gliding down to the cold earth. Morning's light edging slowly to it's throne in the sky. For hundreds of years I have watched this same phenomena. The beauty of a dark world before morning, slowly turning to a purple haze, lighter and lighter still.

How I loved and loathed it.

Different from what legend tells, vampires can survive in light. We do not burn, or turn to ash. Infact we long for it and it's warmth and the beauty and life it brings to the world. But we feel we belong in the dark, with the rest of the worldly horrors and filth.

Good things came with the light, and vampires are not good things. We kill, without feeling or remorse. We kill even if we don't need to kill because it gives us pleasure and a feeling of power.

But, we are truly powerless creatures.

The belief that vampires are creatures of immense beauty and strength is ignorance. Yes, we live forever, there is no way to kill somthing that is already dead. No matter what the legends say. Yes, we kill ruthlessly, without feeling or purpose. Yes, we are unnaturally blessed with attributes that any human could only dream of. But truly we are nothing.

We are just dolls, locked in a glass cabinet, slowly watching the world rot and die. And that is all we can do. Watch.

A vampire cannot do anything to change the world. No matter how many a vampire kills, the humans still florish, like a disease without a cure. But a vampire is smarter than that, to kill off the one species that provides both food and entertainment, that would be pure stupidity.

The suns first rays shone above the horizon. I held my glass of wine to the light, and it shone a beautiful bright red and within me I felt a burning hunger. It had been 3 days since I had taken a life and my insides were crying out for sustinance. I felt hollow and withered. But it was morning now, and I would not leave my house and taint this beauty with my darkened soul. I would wait until the night fell, and the horrors of the dark were unleashed. For now, I would retreat to my bed, draw down the curtains and slumber in my artificial darkness.

I set the wine glass down upon the window sill, closed the curtains and ran a hand through my long hair. I turned my back to the window, and crept through the apartments of my rotting mansion to my bedroom. Covered in dark red velvet, my place of silence was truly beautiful. It had no windows or lights, just a bed draped in velvet and a writing desk with a broken lamp.

I moved into bed, closing the curtains around me. The dark was almost refreshing and cool to my heated skin. I felt relaxed, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

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