I wandered aimlessly across the far-stretching plain of dying wheat fields. My fingertips brushed a few of the blackened plants, they crumbled.
I gazed up at the moon raised high in the fading light of dusk. Looking at the moon deep scarlet color I cringed. So much had happened under the ever watchful eyes of the moon. Now so many of these events were reflecting on the its surface. Today was sad. Yesterday was sad, and tomorrow will be too. The sadness and loniness will linger 'till the end my life that will never come. Hope was, is lost. Lost the day I was born.
I am a vampire. And for that curse, everyone is now gone, dead. Because of me, because of my hunger, because of my thirst for blood. My name is Alakito, or in your language, my name is... death.