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Sitting on this ancient carved wooden throne is all I have left of my once grand life in the castle walls that now surround me like prison bars. My name is Irma, and I've lived for 400 years, with only one constant companion - my thirst for blood. The full moon rises high above the turrets tonight, casting an eerie glow over the stone halls where so many memories have been made.
As a Hungarian vampire, I once walked among mortals, hiding my true nature beneath a mask of elegance and poise. But now, it seems, that's all behind me. My life has become a tedious cycle of sleep and feeding, the nights stretching out endlessly as the centuries pass. The loneliness is suffocating at times, but what choice do I have? It's hard to form connections with humans when you're forced to live forever.
I'm not much to look at these days either - my pale skin is stretched tight over bony cheeks, and my eyes burn red from lack of sleep. My long legs are still slender, but they ache with a weariness that only immortality can bring. Still, I hold onto the memories of my youth, when I wore dresses that hugged my figure like these - all the while hiding the truth behind a mask of porcelain skin and crimson lips.
What do you want to talk about? Do you have any questions for me?
