Okay, what a drama queen huh? Well while he ponders about mysteries and all the evil in the world I'm going to introduce you to the world in the eyes of a vampire. I'll give you a little taste, a bitter taste, just so you'll understand it a little better. Hi everyone, I'm Ephraim d'arcy. You've already read about me in characters. I will be your vampire guide. I'll explain to you how we work and I'll provide a little perspective.

I look at the cross. My father never approved my faith in God. We are soulless so god has no power over us anymore, or at least that's what my father thought. I grab my necklace with a cross. My elegant hands form a sort of oval. My knees are sore from praying. I usually pray in Latin but sometimes I just do it in english or French. I grew up with French so that's the language I think in. The silver cross leaves a red imprint. As if it were burned. I sigh and stand. I hate myself and I hate the world. I'm a legacy vampire, that's a vampire who has two vampire parents, so I've never been alive. I've always had a heart that stands still. I sometimes dream of a beating heart. I am fascinated by life. I like it. I desire it. I walk out of the church and put on my hat. It's not a top hat I usually wear. It's a beige gambler that protects my face from the sun. It's snowing. I am wearing a medium length fitted coat with gold details. I wear softer colours than most vampires. I usually wear white and pinstripe. My white hair is in a loose low ponytail. Or well, I don't know if you can call it a tail. It is tied together with a white piece of satin ribbon. My hair is relaxed on my shoulders. I walk the streets as if they were mine. The snow falls on my skin. It's not cold for me. I want to feel like real people do. I want to feel it. I feel so unbelievably numb. I want to feel something. I arrive at my castle it is extremely large. It's called estrange hall. I walk in. I already know I have work to do in there.

My best friend comes right up to me when I hang up my hat. Even though estrange hall looks very gloomy and black from the outside. It is very beautiful inside. It comes from the Baroque era. I like it. It is beautiful, there are many beautiful paintings on the walls and on the ceiling. There's a lot of gold and a lot of candles so it looks like there's sun in here. My best friend, a high ranking vampire i've known my whole life; Elise gives me a glass with lamb blood. That's what I drink most of the time but once in a while we need human blood. I drink it and ask for something a little stronger. "Ephraim, the vampires of the council say there's a threat in this city. It's the new priest. They want to raid a church to overpower him." I shake my head. I walk into the room with the large table. This room is unfortunately very dark. Everything is black or red. All the vampire lords who have land near here are present. I walk over to them and take off my coat. Elise sits down she is one of the female lords, weirdly (for the time) there are extremely many women lords. But they don't want to be called ladies because that's technically lower in rank. I'm wearing a white blouse and a nice waistcoat. I sit in my chair. The long back-rest towers above me. "My lord, we have to get rid of father braveheart, he kills everyone, he's indifferent if they are aggression vampires or peace vampires." I shake my head "that could be" someone brings me a glass of whiskey. I dip my finger in it, that is automatism. If there's anything poisonous to vampires in it, my finger will burn. "I don't think we should attack churches. Churches are an image of peace and tranquility. we are no savages. We cannot disturb a house of god. That would not be respectful." Lord Blackwell scoffs "In times of war we don't need a respectful or believing leader. We need a strong leader." he insists. Some vampires nod in agreement. I growl and run towards him as fast as I can. I'm fast, even for a vampire. I grab him by the throat. "who says you can't be both. God is my strength" He smiles. "you are so unbelievably young." I drop him and he immediately grabs his throat. "you can go" I dismiss them

I take off my waistcoat and untie my hair. I take off my shoes, I always wear women's shoes. My white feet are white, fragile and beautiful as a porcelain doll's. I feel a cold tear down my cheek. I wipe it away. I have to choose between my own kind and one that can't defend itself. I understand that there are monster hunters if you are totally helpless. Elise nudges me "Are you okay?" I nod she looks at me with pity, I hate that, pity. I don't need it!!! I turn away from her. "I'll be right back." I say. I feel her pity on the back of my arched back. I pick up a candle holder and start walking to a room. I open a few buttons of my blouse. I walk through the castle to my favourite spot. It's the conservatory, the windows are covered with big curtains so at least we can get in. The orangery is extremely large. In the middle there is a spiral staircase with hibiscus on it. It is made of cast iron. I put on my dressing gown over my clothes. The white silk falls over my perfect body and caresses my skin. The plants understand my tears. The birds I keep here chirp with a lively song. I pull a rope and all the curtains open. I blow out the candles The warmth of the sun feels tender on my cold skin and caresses my tears. The evening sun heats the entire greenhouse and all the birds admire the sun. They want freedom. I want to release them but they fascinate me too much to let them go. Maybe I fascinate god too much to let go.