• It is easy to see that the majority of you will not wonder about my
    mortal years. Perhaps a few historians among the readers will question
    and seek answers, but the average person will only be interested in my
    life as a vampire. Despite that assumption I will give you a little
    background on myself. I was born to a baker, he and my mother provided
    as best they could for my seven siblings and I. I had a brother who
    wanted to be a priest, they made it possible. Another of my brothers was
    a sculptor and they provided the supplies. Out of four brothers and
    three sisters I was the only one who didn't have a plan. I helped my
    parents in the bakery and delivered special orders for them, on my time
    off I would wander the plaza's listening to the old scholars arguing
    about the nature of things, other times I would meander the gardens
    musing on the colors and the textures of the plants.

    It sounds as if I had no social life, but this is not true. I had my
    friends who I went to the taverns and whorehouses with. You have to
    understand at the time drinking and buying the company of whores was
    common and an avid past time for young men. We treated them well, we
    paid them well and we had a good time while doing it. I suppose in life
    I was attractive to the women I slept with, I had almost flawless skin,
    brown eyes and vivid features to my face. I looked older than I actually
    was and women responded to that. By my twenty second birthday I was
    bored of life in Babylon and felt a need to travel. despite my fathers
    dire warnings about throwing my life away and how the family would miss
    me I left quickly. My father and mother giving me a handful of coins and
    wishing me well. I didn't go far in comparison to todays standards but
    the trip did take some time. I finally found myself In Uruk, For the
    first week I wandered the streets, compared to Babylon, Uruk was exotic
    , new smells and sights. My eyes fell on the massive Ziggurat the second
    day, the third day I just sat staring at the farmlands outside the city.

    I enjoyed my time there, quickly setting myself up as a hired hand I
    worked during the days mixing mud and straw. It was hard work but it was
    satisfying. I quickly set myself up in a modest one room home and just
    spent my time working and wandering the streets at night half out of my
    mind with wine. It wasn't that long until my change.

    It was a average night. The warm air was being moved back and forth over
    the town by battling crosswinds, really nothing more than a slight
    breeze that was changing directions occasionally. The humidity from the
    wet lands was thick in the air and insects where buzzing loudly. As I
    said, a average night. I was walking down a empty street when I saw a
    woman sobbing down a alleyway. I of course being the valiant and helpful
    soul I was hurried to her aid. She didn't even say anything. Just pulled
    herself up against me and sunk her fangs in.

    Movies and books say that the feeding causes pleasure in mortals and
    that they swoon. They are wrong. The kiss is painful, your whole being
    fights against it and your blood burns as it is being drawn out of you
    forcefully. I fought. I fought then the hardest I have ever fought
    anything. My fingers scrabbling over rock hard skin, my fists being
    deflected as if I was punching a marble post. In that moment though of
    thrashing and kicking and snarling myself I was connected to her. She
    was nearly mindless, a mad ancient being who had long forgotten that she
    was once mortal. She was a wraith with no name and no aspirations, her
    only goal was to feed. She terrified me, I fought harder despite the
    weakening of my struggles. My hand under its own power grabbed at the
    blade in my belt, my fist closing over the hilt. I brought it up and
    jammed it down into the side of her throat. She threw back her head and
    a wordless scream echoed out of her. Blood from her poured down her
    throat and
    splashed against my face. I took a deep breath now that I was free of
    her and blood dribbled into my mouth.

    The effect was amazing, I felt a tingling sensation where it had touched
    and what had made it to my throat had revitalized me slightly. I knew
    then that I would have to drink or die. I chose to live, it was a easy
    choice for me. She was still screaming from the blow with the blade and
    I lunged on her. My mouth fastened against the wound and I began to pull
    her life from her. Stars blazed behind my closed eyes as I felt her
    heart in her blood, the wane and waxing of the flow of blood in my mouth
    was like the ebb and flow of the tides of a river. My Senses heightened
    in that moment and I could feel each individual hair stand up on my arms
    and neck. She struggled, but my grip was like iron and she was
    weakening quickly. Soon she was drained in my arms, shallow breathing
    showed she was still alive. I dropped her, and quickly stumbled from the
    scene drunk on her blood. Not knowing it at the time I had left her at
    the mercy of the sun. She had been too weak to make it to her shel
    ter and surely perished.

    What a sight I must have been that night. Stumbling through the streets,
    grunting with pain as my body died around my soul, covered in blood that
    still dripped from my chin. Others shied away from me thinking me sick.
    The pain of dying is, horrid. The brief moment of expanded senses had
    left and everything was dulling. My sight became blurry and soon I was
    nearly blind. I became deaf and touch pained me. My insides burned like
    liquid fire and left me gasping and praying for death. I fell into my
    home shutting the windows to the outside world and fell on my cot of
    straw. I vomited blood and bile, expunged all the waste in me and fell
    unconscious.

    When I finally awoke, long into the next night, I was awoken by the loud
    pounding of my heart sounding in my head. I felt like I had woke with
    the drunken sickness. My mouth was dry, my eyes crusted with sleep, my
    head pained me and I had a terrible thirst. Nearby I could hear a
    drunken man singing and his harsh voice hurt me. I stood to go to the
    window and tell him to quiet but when I opened my eyes I was flooded
    with clarity. Sight rose up and was in such focus that for a moment I
    thought that I must be dreaming. I could see the smallest of cracks in
    the brickwork from across the room, when I looked at my cot I could
    focus on a single strand of straw and view each imperfection as if it
    was directly in front of my face. For what seemed to be hours I stood
    there studying everything in my small room, enamored in the detail of
    the simplest things. It wasn't until the thirst became unbearable did I
    leave the room.

    Stepping out side I was assaulted by sights, sounds and smells.
    Everything seemed brighter, more real. My mind was not on these things
    tho, my mind was on the hunger I felt gnawing at my very veins. I made
    it to a local watering hole and sat ordering a simple meal of sheep,
    flat bread and wine. I went ate it quickly, I drank an entire bottle of
    wine. Still though I hungered, I ordered more food, dried cheeses, soups
    and ate. Still I hungered. A slight pain had begun in my stomach that I
    attributed to eating so much so fast. I stood and left the tavern
    wondering why was I still so hungry. I was walking back to my home when
    a horrible pain shot through me doubling me up on the ground in a
    instance. Soon I was vomiting up the food and to my dismay the food was
    mixed with thick red streaks of blood. It was that moment that the
    previous night flooded back into my memory. I had forgotten the woman
    and my actions. I was in such a thrall over the sights and sounds I
    heard that I put
    it out of my mind. It was then, on the street laying in my own vomit
    that I knew what I had to do.

    The first night and many nights after I fed violently. There was no joy
    in it, just a simple animal need for blood. I busted down doors and fed
    on whole families. I entered temples and ravaged priests in the beds,
    Men, women and children alike became my prey. I became a demon to the
    people of Uruk. I left such a mess that soon the population was crying
    out for something to be done. I had no knowledge of plans against me and
    continued to feed as a revenant. A mindless beast such as the one whom I
    stole immortality from. A few weeks after my first night I had
    re-entered the temple complex of Anu and had just entered a priests cell
    when the door behind me was thrown shut. How I had not heard or smelled
    the priests coming Is still to this day unknown to me. I ran at the door
    and threw myself into it. It was to no avail. The door was solid stone,
    only a small slit acted as a window and the room was bare. I was trapped
    inside this cell. I instinctively knew the sun was my enemy a
    nd became fearful. I ranted and raved dashing myself against the walls,
    I threatened, I pleaded and I even begged to be released. Soon I fell
    into a depression as the sky began to lighten.

    I don't know when I had fallen asleep, but I awoke to a pain on my skin.
    A itching sensation as if I had worked in the sun for far to many hours.
    I opened my eyes and was blinded by the sun. I turned my back to it and
    it was a longtime before my sight returned. Looking down I saw that the
    skin on my arms was a deep red, puss filled bubbles had formed upon my
    flesh, when I scratched layers of flesh just came away. The light was so
    strong that I had to squint, I quickly went to stand below the window
    and curled into a ball on the floor. I stayed that way watching the beam
    of light move across the floor for hours, feeling the hunger rise in me
    as my skin still boiled around me. I wanted to scream in pain but I knew
    I had to remain silent. If the priests thought me dead, then perhaps
    they would open the door and I would have a chance to escape. For days
    I was in that room, curled up under the window in a half sleep as my
    skin blackened and my strength ebbed. Thankfully I was a
    newborn and the sun took time to kill me. These days I can barely stand
    some artificial light sources and even the light from a full moon is
    uncomfortable for me.

    I lost track of time as I laid there cooking, trapped in my own mind to
    hide from the pain. One afternoon however I head the door being pulled
    open. Somehow, despite the hunger I pulled myself into a crouch. There
    was only a crack when I lept, hitting the door with my shoulder. I hit
    with such force that all the bones in my left arm and shoulder
    shattered. The door flung open striking a young priest and a elder. The
    force sent them flying into a group of armed guards standing a few feet
    behind them. I was on the elder priest and had tore his throat out with
    my skeletal hands. I heard the boy scream and I plunged my hand into his
    stomach ripping his intestines out. The guards tried to fight, but they
    soon fell to my hands. I fed then, running through the temple drinking
    from anyone who was in my path. I burst out of the complex and ran out
    into the wilderness with the sun beating down on my back. I ran as if I
    was chased by demons, when I was far enough that it would take a m
    ortal days to follow me I dug myself a grave and fell into it. I had
    barely the strength to cover myself. I quickly fell into a slumber.