Men have sold their souls for less… noble reasons, their dreams… You always wanted this club?
The girl last night was beautiful, but when I looked in her eyes, I saw the desperation, the need inside her soul. That’s part of the vampire story too, isn’t it, how it spreads; a hungering hierarchy, and every time it feeds, it makes a new mouth for itself?
Daylight, my friend, is a peaceful cure for these things.
That’s part of the power of a good story, we’re all vampires in our way, fitting the pattern. The girl to me, you to her…
Tale Told 