• prologue •

I never have believed in good or bad.

Mostly, because I think other people have shit judgment. Why should another person decide for me what is "good" or "bad," "right" or "wrong."

But also because believing in binary morality would restrict my enjoyment I life. And my enjoyment, I mean anything that doesn't annoy the fuck out of me.

The burn of cheap scotch. A woman's scream in the throes of pleasure. Fear in someone's eyes when I cover myself on their blood.

A man is allowed to have his vices. Some people just wouldn't agree with mine. And honestly, I don't care.

From a young age, the sight of blood has always intrigued me. The smell of it. The feel of it. Knowing it is what keeps our bodies alive, and that taking it away from someone removes their existence from this planet.

They don't call me "Vampire" for nothing.

I wonder how her blood tastes. My eyes track her every movement, watching her honey-colored hair spill off her shoulders. She must be so sweet. The problem, I'll never know unless I have her for myself.

And to think—all it took was one moment.

One moment and my grey, dark world filled with light.

Sudden everything became perfectly still, perfectly clear. I received clarity. Peace.

She is my perfection, my salvation.

Only something so pure can soothe the turbulent seas of my soul. For every life I have taken, she has blessed another. Her presence alone is benediction.

These people don't deserve her. No one deserves her.

She'll soon know that her greatest mistake was crossing paths with me. Because while I too will never deserve her, she will be mine.