Where the Sun Don't Shine: Chapter One.

I stood in an alleyway and thought to myself, "How cliche." I grabbed my victim and feasted upon her delicious life force. It's not that i necessarily need blood to live anymore. I figured that out a while back. But it's like this: a human doesn't require steak but it is a luxury that is well appreciated. That is how blood is for me. I don't necessarily need it anymore but, it's just so good. Although people these days are staining their own blood with their sins. They are so self-absorbed in their gluttony, lust, and their drugs. It's hard to find good blood anymore. It almost shames me that i must feast upon children because they are the only truly innocent ones nowadays. If only things were the way they were when i'd first been turned. I still remember the day back in 1192, when i'd been a young stupid warrior in The Crusades as their now called. Back then we'd referred to it as Purgatio sursum spurcamen which translates literally to "Cleaning up the filth". I remember those days well. I remember every minute of every day up until this day. I have been alive to see the rise and fall of humanity. I have seen things you would wish you'd never have seen. I looked in the face of evil. But i'll get to that later. It all started, as many origin stories do, with a party. Or, i guess you can call it a festivity. It all amounts to the same activities: drinking large amounts of alcohol and having sex with many women.