335th Post

In whatever mythological terms you have for us.
Call us blood drinkers.
Call us vampires.

From dusk to dawn.
We roam in the shadows.
Seeking to hunt the cattle that fuels our most primary of need.

For those that no longer require the urge to feed.
We merely seek companionship.

But will we ever be accepted?

Just to cover up their own fears at facing reality.
That we have to be exterminated.

For those who fear us.
Allow me to set your mind at ease.
For we hunt only those whose mind emanates evil thoughts and actions.

It is by our coven rule that we never feed on the young or the innocent.
Least we stain our hands with blood and guilt that can never be removed.

If we can attain peace with each other.
There is much we can learn from your race of mortals.

But sadly.
Your own mortal fear and prejudice continue
to drive us deeper and deeper into the shadows.

And deeper into secrecy.

Until we are nothing more than a passing legend.
Is there any possible tinge of hope that our races can be at peace with each other?

For it is our own understanding.
You were involved in a war as a innocent bystander.

A blood war between the blood drinkers.
And the werewolves.