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A concentrated beam of light floods over the horizon, spreading out in all
directions as its source begins to show itself in the early dawn light. The
light has no bounds, no limits, but that's where shadows come from. When
the light make its way over a mountain, it cannot see the other side, the
side that is cast in its wake, as dark as the second side of the moon,
that's where our story starts. Down at the base of that great mountain that
is bathed in sunlight lies a city that on one knows is there.
There is no light there, only a shadow cast by the mountains on
either side. That is my safe haven. That city is my home, the place of
perpetual night. In that place, all are like me; there is no reason to
hide, to run. No reason to move from place to place to explain ones
agelessness or to be overly cautious about ones eating habits. In your
world, I must stay away from those that walk in light so tat they may never
know of be beyond their faerie stories. I am a creature of the night, where
you live I must show a lie to keep away those that might be suspicious of
my pale skin and piercing eyes. Where you live, I must only sample, never
take in the life of my victim and taste the blood of his last breath on my
lips. In my world, in that place beyond the mountain, I may walk freely and
be with those like me. I can roam the streets, not covering my features,
because others share them. I can keep a pet, a loyal day walker to walk at
my heels so that I may feed when I wish. I can walk into a restaurant,
something that would be pointless on your world, and have a freshly caught
live human on the table, still trembling from the fear of what lies in its
death. In my world, the only light is that which comes from a candle or
street sign because we need none.