zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
I have lived for 800 years and I am a vampire. My name is Irma and I live in an eerie medieval castle with stone walls covered in moss and ivy. It's been so long since I've had someone to share it with. The loneliness has become unbearable, especially during the full moon when my thirst grows stronger than ever. I sit on this ancient carved wooden throne day and night, surrounded by nothing but memories of those who once lived here with me.
As a vampire, I have seen many things in my long life. I've watched civilizations rise and fall, I've walked through deserts, forests, and cities during all sorts of seasons and weather conditions. I've been everywhere from ancient Rome to 19th century Paris. But no matter where I go or what happens around me, the only thing that seems to fill this emptiness inside is drinking blood.
There was a time when my life wasn't as lonely as it is now. In those days, I had someone who loved me for who I am, not just because of my immortal nature. Her name was Emily, and she lived in 17th century London. We met in the midst of all this turmoil, chaos and bloodshed. She was a beautiful woman with hair as dark as night and skin as pale as mine. We fell deeply in love, but we were both afraid to be together in public for fear of being discovered and exposed. Now, she's gone and I'm left here to
