My heart race every time I saw her,like when the rainbow appears after a storm . or the first star comes out at night.

I thought then  in time I would get over her,but every time she was not around me it hurt inside. Time then  was my friend or was it, I was a vampire we were suppose to be immortal. 
 

But being immortal does not mend the heart.Heart is seperate from the soul,you cannot help but feel, or how you feel.your heart is the temptation you live by, it makes you sad,happy mad or glad,it pumps blood through the body, blood the essential of life to me .
 

Blood my life my being .
 

When others are in bed at night I roam the land during the evening it is my time to be free and able to go where I want,my brothers are strong but few
the closest of these was Dracula himself,the ifamous one thanks to movies books and just people talking about him. 
 

MY name is Culda the nephew of Dracula .
 

Blood we need to live blood that flowed through our veins .that is like life itself. Blood we need it we thrive on it and I enjoy it .Thats why we were
called vampires,blood suckers we were indeed .
 

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