𝙹𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢: 𝟻𝟿,𝟺𝟻𝟶
𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟷𝟸:
The Hundredth and Sixty-Third anniversary of my change is fast approaching again, and I couldn't be more disgusted with how much the world seems to be stagnant. Scandals, wars, politics... All of it is the same but with new faces.
On the twenty-seventh day of this accursed month in the year of eighteen hundred and fifty-nine, they struck me down over misunderstandings. Two men, one a congressman of all things, mistook me for some man who'd been fooling around with their wives. He had all the anger, but none of the skill, and thus his shot left me crippled against the stump of a tree by the sidewalk.
Of course, I've written this story so many times now, if anyone were to ever read these dusty old monologues of mine they'd be bored to death. A kindness, if you were to ask me. I digress; however, the men were determined that it was me who'd been disturbing the sheets of their own beds, but in all truths, I was neither loved by their women nor one of my own. I'd mostly kept to myself.
Though there was one young woman I had my eye on, I'd never got the nerve to put down my pen that was writing of her, and actually speak to her. Now here I am. Eternally, thirty-six years old. Rambling to parchment. I'm just as much a catch now as I was then.
Had I known I'd be seeing my last sunset, remembering the taste of my last solid meal, or losing my chance at ever knowing true peace instead of sheer loneliness and living only in shadows... I'd have told Asher no.
The man swooped in before I could draw my last breath and offered me life when fear was gripping my chest at the threat of Death's cold hand finding me. I took the reprieve, and I regret it.
My glasses fill with sanguine liquid, my body knows no warmth, surviving has turned me into a sophisticated demon, and I loathe it entirely. I've learned to survive without killing like I used to in my younger beginnings, when I lacked control, but now I desperately wish to feel the warmth of the sun once more.
A creature of the dark longing for light. How cliché..
[[ 𝙸𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚘 ]]
Name: Julius Livingstone
Human Age: 36 Years
Vampire Age: 163
Birthday: January 26, 1823
Eye Color: Blue
~ A Dash Of Nutmeg
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