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I don't understand what's happening. I awake from dreams and my heart is racing, my skin is clammy and I am chilled to the point of my skin reacting. I'm panicked. I can see images of death that are so lucid that I'm beginning to dread sleeping. What if what I dream is real. It's a silly thought but I can taste my dreams they linger in the back of my throat, tempting me with an unholy craving. A lust for a state I should abhor

I rise each morning a little more drawn, and with a thirst I can't comprehend. I used to try and fight these cravings, forcing myself to stay awake in the hope that at night I would fall into my fatigue and rest. But rest finds me during the daylight and cocoons me, my eyes are no longer able to resit the temptation of revival. I have become a prisoner of the macabre.

At night I walk the streets where the cats prowl and the demented hunt. I lurk into the shadows, seeking, searching for my needs. I shudder trying to shake of the shackles of my desires but I am eternally bound to the blackness of my being. There are many myths about us for most that's all they are myths. But there is one that will be your undoing, you cannot defeat us, there are too many of us.

I feel the quickening, the scent rises filling my head with giddy abandonment and lust. I see them ahead they sense my presence and quicken their step. It's cold tonight and there breath leaves a trail of condensation, they are easy to follow. They look around searching for the cause of their unease but they can't pinpoint the trigger for their concerns. I strike, bit down filling my head is alive buzzing with adrenalin, tonight I will recruit, the clan needs to evolve and I like his face, he will be mine, I touch his cheek, his eyes struggle, he's trying to fight, but now they recede they have the hunger to. He rises and together we fold into the night blending into the dark, we are the unseen.