Very much later in my life i would learn of what had happened to me before i was bitten. I would learn how i forgot the horrors of my life when i was made a vampire. Nicco, ridden with guilt, would sit me down and tell me the whole story, but that was not until much, much later. Centuries, i believe. That may seem like a long time for humans, but time passes quickly for us when we have fun. The years melt away and the humans grow old and wither while we stay young frolicking past them, with the occasional stop for a bite to eat.
The night that i was made must have been the happiest night of my life. It is not that i wanted to be a vampire, oh no. In all truth, before Nicco i hated them. However, my mind changed when i became one. When Nicco became my lover and we ran through the streets of Paris feeding on anyone with the misfortune to pass us by. It may be sin, but oh how i find fun in terrorizing the townspeople. You learn to play with them first. Lure them into your grasp. And when they least expect it….