BaronvonUltrascience

She is calling us to feed again. Of course we obey; it's getting harder and harder to resist for more than a few days. The thirst, oh to be free of this need, this addiction to take from another. Hah! She! It is easy to be seduced; I am starting to fall into the tricks of the thing again... I fear it may be too late for us. These moments in which I can think and control my actions are becoming rarer and rarer. My brethren are unlikely to come here so it falls on whoever reads this to stop her...it. If you see me, I do not ask you to try and forgive or redeem me; instead, you should run. Perhaps I should go back to the beginning? I was y

  For what I am about to write, many would consider me mad. I do not expect you, dear reader, to believe it; I merely put it to paper so that it will not be forgotten. Before the occurrence of the events I am about to divulge, I had read many similar tales from the east. I considered those which I did not immediately dismiss as fiction or the ravings of madmen – for the men who wrote them were indeed mad – to be hallucinations or tricks on the mind caused by working too hard and too long. I would scarcely believe that it happened myself, were it not for the damage to my property and the scars upon my person.  During the day I am a

The children had been waiting impatiently at the water's edge for some time when the decrepit storyteller finally hopped and hobbled into the clearing. He cleared his throat and unceremoniously spat on the ground. "Sorry I'm late children, I don't get about as quickly as I used to, and my leg is playing up again with the weather. "As you may be aware, we share our fine land with many creatures, some of them are fine and fair, some of them are nasty and wicked. We are safe on our island, but you should not go to the far edge of the lake and here's why. "Once upon a time there was a young prince who lived in the settlement that lay on the sho