• Such silly creatures these humans are. It almost discourages me that they run this earth. It is us that should be the rulers of these mongrels. Yet I’m forced to live among them, fearing for my life. One slip and I’ll be done in by the humans. But still, how pitiful it must be to live like them, a step down from my class. But I must, for I need to have the answer to my long desiring inquiry.

    Everyday has become so monotonous. Humans never change their strange habits. It’s as if they repeat everyday so as to avoid misfortune. I sneered at their stupidity, for it does them no good to be that way. I should know, living for as long as I have. I have tried that method of life and to no extent does it bring any kind of happiness. Nay, it brings about the evils in us all. For some, more than others. I included. Yes, the evils that delves into our hearts, or rather, their hearts. Were they not such simple beings, I would be delighted to feast upon them. But nay, they are such idiotic creatures; it’s hard to believe they’ve existed for as long as we have. They squeal and blather on and create such irritating noises yet they find mates in some form. Such affections are things I have never truly desired. Love is a thorned flower I have so profusely eluded. Not that there is anyone to love amongst these denizens of the daylight. My chilled form would only further exert my distance from their kind.

    Is it strange to say that the farther I divide myself from these creatures, the more they attract my attention? I’m not so sure anymore. Even though they are but simple creatures, there have been some I have been willing to come closer to. Some of them suffered terrible fates by my hands, but these new ones have been the sort of company I have desired. For so long have I waited to have these “normal” companions. It’s hard to find one of my own amongst them, so their undivided attention to me has been most intoxicating. How unusual that these humans are attracted to beauty of all forms. The sense of physical beauty changes throughout their eras.

    Apparently my strangeness does not frighten them any longer. They actually appear to enjoy my paled skin, which wraps my delicate yet powerful hands. Then it is my eyes they admire. The human companions around me claim them to be a dark crimson with a hint of topaz. How peculiar…should they not be afraid of the gaze that my enemies stare into as they die?

    I have grown accustomed to their way of life, as foreign as it still is to me. I still cannot accept that they are so willing to be near me. Does my frozen touch not shock them into fear? Do my eyes not steer them away? They mustn’t, for ever nearer they draw to me.

    Today, it is my hair they claim to be the most beautiful thing about me. Though is it drawn an inked black and touched with bronze of reds and oranges, they call it “pretty”.

    They do peak my curiosity in such odd ways. So inferior yet they are the ones teaching me such interesting things. I do have the gut fear that one day, they too will grow too close to the truth. The scent of their deaths has begun to tantalize my nostrils. But how can I drive them away for their own good when their only desire is to become closer?

    I fear this may be the last time I can speak of this matter. The humans have drawn too close. Should they approach me, they will most likely feel the bitter sting of my attack and the oozing warmth of their life being sapped away. And I too have grown cold. The chill emanating from my own body has sent shivers down into the dead core of my soul. Has their frailty been passed unto me? I am to be a powerful god-like master yet obtain such insignificant weaknesses? Still, how could I blame them for this though? They gave their kindness to me, their trust, their lives.

    It is from this all that I have come to my final conclusion:



    If I am to exist in utter seclusion as I should, we and the humans cannot be one.