Almost Human: Almost Human - Prologue

 

Note: Before you read this, do not expect anything of this, I'm not writing this for anyone but myself as this is just a small hobby of mine and as I continue to write (if, that is I do proceed with this idea) I will edit this and change it how I please, but do feel free to comment with your likes and dislikes of this short entry or whatever you may feel about it. Thank you.

~Cyanide

 

If you’re reading this I’m not sure what you’ll get out of my ramblings. Even as my pen dances across these pages I know not the direction it will take. Something compels me, however, to write and to be heard even if the words are whispered through ink.

It’s the want; the need to be heard and to have my name and place within this world, I think. Even as I am alone I am comforted by the idea of being found and remembered years after I’m gone through this- my legacy. Even as I am dead, this book will live on and I through it. I only pray these pages will withstand the harsh and malevolent sands of time.

I will start by introducing myself. My name is Daniel Locke. I am neither young nor old. In my hands I hold life’s chalice- a cup filled and overflowing with the very essence man envies and longs for most.

Immortality.

While I have the appearance of a young lad in his early twenties, my age far exceeds the limitations of man. I am a vampire by nature and this entity in which I hold was granted to me by my sire who has long ago forsaken me, leaving me alone in a world that holds no place for a creature like me; a bloodsucking, soul-stealing monster who preys upon the living. Predators, we vampires are. Feeding from these delicate, awkward human beings and yet I find that we are not so grand but are a lower class of this breed. A subspecies despite our place at the top of the food chain. And because of this I see myself not as a human but almost human.