Thousand Year Old Vampire – Prompt #11
The satiation I get from the healer does not last long, and within a few days my vitality wanes again. I visit the city, where there is easy prey among the revellers in the taverns. I soon become fixated on finding my next victim, even the time of warm fullness that I experience after a feeding (for I cannot think of it as anything else) is spent plotting and relishing the next.
I think I would have lost myself if it were not for Caitrìona. Something is different in her, she does not burn with any secret desires, or want for supernatural inspiration. I think any of those motivations were stolen from her along with her parents.
When I sit in her presence now, I remember what it was like just to be in someone else's quiet company. She does not talk much, but she does not need to. I talk to her, about the household, the finances, the stories I must write, and she listens. And I feel grounded and human once more.
Game Effect
- New Experience
- Caitrìona and I sit by the fire and I tell her about my latest poem; for a while I feel human again