I am not exactly a vampire enthusiast myself. When I was younger I began writing my first book about a vampire named George Vallo. Soon after I started to think much like this character. She soon transformed into a second personality of mine. I started to become obsessed with knowing more about vampires. Reading Dracula and similar legends of the vampyre type. I started to realize that I was turning into Goerge. A strange craving hitting me that I could never satisfy. My metabolism was increasing. I never would get full, always looking for the taste that would satisfy me. My dreams started to be of Goerge and her life. I stopped going out during the day. Sleeping from the hours of 5am-4:30pm. I would wake up and get an urge to write. The desire to research more about these creatures. They enthralled me. I never could sleep. Soon after a strange sexual appetite began. Not for the desire of intercourse, but the satisfying of that ongoing craving. I would force those around me to fall in love. The thrill would liven me. Wake up an animalistic nature I had locked for so long. Seduction being key to accessing their souls. Feeling that craving being satisfied. I began to go out at night. I would run. Watch the world turn into a blur of lights and movement around me. I needed the thrill. It woke me up. Pushed me into a world I only found in such dreams. Nothing could touch me. The jumps were small as I lept stairs and sidewalks. jumping off of walls for that sudden thrill. If you could feel it you'd understand. The world felt below me. Beneath the balls of my feet was life. My heart rushing and pounding into my chest. Oh if only you could feel such a thing. Sudden urges to climb began. The rush to be above the world consumed me. I wanted nothing more than to climb a tree and see the world from above. The thirst ceasing for a moment as the cold had no feeling to me even in the harshest of winter winds. My happiness. My ecstasy. Oh to feel it.