I come nightly waning like the moon whose crescent shape extends to fullness and returns again to shadowed hood, its pale blue-hued luminance urging wolves to howl. Me a crimson-toothed thief of vigor, ichor, vitality. How weak I am without the essence of its vessels. I am like a moth with watered wings and like this moth I shriek from the rising of the morning star. The pupils within my blood-red irises contract to needlepoints in its white ferocity and my skin, ivory to the eyes and touch, burns and blisters.So these provisions are the clauses of my immortal contract: the blood of humans, to me as water to ye, the abundance of which pours as a faucet from a well-placed puncture wound on the neck. I cannot produce my own. The bones, their marrow, have long ceased functioning, having outlived the biological span ordained by nature. As imperative as sanguineous consumption is the avoidance of the Sun. Like Heaven's holy radiance would purify the souls of Hell, my being is anathema to the radiation of solar rays. The very cancer your healthy marrow aids the destruction of runs rampant in my body upon the introduction of ultraviolet light. To stand in daylight's peak would be like bathing in the streams of Hiroshima.My hunting spans the European continent. It has taken me from the forests of Bulgaria to the mountain villages of Hungary. I have even drank Sicilian blood and in Finland their blood still flows warm and red in the snow. I was here before Byzantine and Rome itself peaked during my middle age. I was around Judea shortly after Caesar's death and I witnessed the King of the Jews whisked from the Garden of Gethsemane.But in this age are things which shock even myself. Your magic, "technology" as you call it, is advanced, much more advanced than the alchemy of Newton or the quatrains of Nostradamus. You have harnessed the elan vital of Nature herself. In doing so you have become the greater vampire. You would consume the Sun itself if given the time. And the trajectory is clear: you will merge with your machines and become golems that feed on electricity.
