Century, over century.. over century. They were starting to become a blur to him. The only thing that kept him in track of everything was the journal that he kept.

This.. disease that he had- It was both a blessing and a curse. In turn for immortality, was the need to drain the life force of others, in the most intimate of ways.

He didn’t think he’d find anyone like himself, until he met you; full of life and so confused.. You were the only one able to resist the pull of his charm.