Death is a strange thing. Like anyone else I do not relish the thought that I will eventually be gone from this world. I believe this is so because I do not know what will happen when my essence no longer inhabits this mortal shell.

I have many thoughts on what a 'soul' might be but I believe (and will continue to do so until I'm proven wrong) that my soul is the sum of my experiences and subsequent memory of them. Had I been born to different parents or in a different environment I would not be the person I am today.

After I was told I would not live for very long when I was a child. I became obsessed with vampires and tales of other immortals and as a result very familiar with the many legends surrounding them. As for how vampires and weres are created, well I think that's a load of crap. Any blood ingested would simply be broken down as it passes through our digestive system and with weres I find it hard to believe such a transformation would come about simply from being scratched. That they would need to hunt humans for survival doesn't bother me much because its no different to what we do to the weaker animals. We should be thankful that they don't establish human farms.

I find myself thinking that being such a creature might be fun. No longer a slave to society's norms and fighting for my very survival everyday appeals to me. Its much more pleasing than this slow and painful decline before my eventual demise. I don't care much for arguments like they're abominations and God despises them. In my eyes, the fact that they might exist proves they have the grace of God. I find it amusing how humanity spends their time persecuting the monsters of legend rather than the very real monsters in human flesh that was among us causing much more harm than any monster we can imagine.