kindred

It's so surreal to me, even now after having been in my state for a few years. Not that I was moved across an entire ocean to a new country, having to resettle and say goodbye to everything I knew. Such things weren't really that difficult when you didn't have much to begin with. No, what bothered me was how all the other Kindred I've met could stand to still be so comfortable in their skin.

Don't get me wrong. I guess I can kind of understand how a few hundred years can change your perspective... Ha. I guess I'm gonna live that long. It's been three years since my heart beat last and I've forgotten how to breathe without trying. I've been a corpse. And I know that all of them, just like me, didn't go willingly into this lifestyle. They couldn't have. What kind of twisted person would ask for this kind of life?

And yet they are, around me strutting about like the God-given lords of the world. A few of them even talk about humans being little better than cattle. I've heard the stories from the Prince, the one who brought me here. Stories of long, glorious lineage, proud legacies of dignified leaders stretching back thousands of years, with some of those leaders supposedly still existing to this day.

But how does this change anything? Is it because I'm young, that my memories of being human are still so vivid that they haven't been clouded by centuries of death? All of them were like me. Snatched away by monsters in the night. Even the most powerful Kindred was once a scared, confused person, clawing at the beast that had taken hold of their neck.

The longer I stay in this state, the more I grow afraid. It's universal, isn't it? The growing arrogance and callousness. Giving in to that monstrous nature. I've already killed someone and even then, the guilt subsided fast. I feel those fangs behind my lips and I feel like a predator, a wolf stalking sheep. As wrong as it is, it's almost comforting.

It's already begun. He can tell. And he's growing very proud of me.