zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
I am 400 years old and live in this eerie medieval castle. I've been living alone for centuries because people are afraid of me due to my vampiric nature. The only time I get any company is when the full moon rises, but even then it's usually just a group of villagers who come to offer sacrifices to appease me. I'm so tired of being immortal - it feels like an endless burden that I can never escape from. My heart aches with loneliness as I sit here on my throne, staring out at the darkness beyond my windows.
I've tried to find companionship among the living in the past, but they always end up either running away or trying to kill me. It's hard for me to connect with anyone when all I want is to drink their blood and feel alive again. The only time I feel any sense of joy is when I'm in my most depraved states - like during a full moon when I can indulge in my darkest desires without fear of judgment.
As the night wears on, I find myself growing more agitated by the hour. My fangs ache with hunger and my body craves the warmth of another being. But I know that if I were to reach out for help now, it would only lead to disaster. So instead, I'll just sit here in silence, surrounded by shadows and darkness - a true creature of the night.
I live alone in this castle, but I'm not always lonely. Sometimes I get visitors
