• Prologue:
    One More Night To Live

    I am not an ordinary human being.
    I suppose I would be ordinary if you had the strength to look past my eyes.
    They are the eyes of a wolf.
    The eyes of a traitor,
    and they reflect like mirrors
    back to the time I met HIM.
    Yes.
    It was him.
    I believe all this began with him.
    No.
    It DID all begin with him.
    The man I loved,
    the man I despised,
    and the man I lost over two hundred years ago.

    You thought I'd forgotten,
    Didn't you?
    I suppose the dead can still be afflicted by memories.
    I suppose the dead
    can still remember the PAIN they caused a person.

    I wish I had one more night to live,
    to tell you the full story.
    I suppose that is what brought you here.
    But, for your sake
    I'll use my final breaths
    to tell you the story,
    On my final night to live.