Selenium79

Ever wondered how it feels to stand on the edge of the very last second of your existence? What if dead people could tell? Believe it or not, some of them can. As a witness, if I could lengthen this second in minutes, here is what I would write. * * * It has been four years since an immortal took my life away, offering me the kiss of the vampire. The subsequent transformation does not leave one unharmed. Hell, way of the cross, never-ending nightmare, are phrases one usually use to describe the allegory of the most unpleasant journey of one’s singular life. Series of physical and mental mutations led to a more beautiful, resistant, powerful version of myself, more fearful than any human being ; a beast with murderous instinct, lurking under human features whose hypnotic beauty would tenderized even those whose clutches were made of iron. After weeks of agony, I received instructions about my new nature by my maker and forever since, my master : Isaac, who actually cared to