Despite the passage of time, I can still remember the constant murmur in the village square, long walks on the market and the ruthless crunch of each and every one of the bones of the victims of the foal. Times were different. I was born at the height of the High Middle Ages, in the seventh century AD, specifically in the year 655.
were other times ...
By then, the years I spent as seconds, minutes and decades and centuries lived until my presence there became increasingly suspicious .
My name is Margot and no, I'm human. I'ma be the privilege of immortality. Belong to the family to which they are known colloquially as bloodsuckers. A vampire. In particular, a Bluatsauger.
the time came that I no longer enough just to change their identity, to conform to the style of the time, now I had to disappear for long periods of time. The belief in vampires roamed the area, it became dormant in the environment in which elbowed me and my family was aware of it. Some decided to confront the danger, others among whom I include myself, we decided to go, protect and ensure anonymity in a way if I can say absolutely and totally secure.
That's how I fell into a deep sleep for years.
is true that around 1536 I woke up and need me to visit places that certainly made me a wiser person, however little late in coming back, maybe a century, to my place rest.
As I said before, for centuries lived unconsciously, peacefully sleeping under what until then was our home, a pretty purple which discrete memory with some affection. But that was not what I found to my awakening.
On the day, ringing thunder disrupted my peaceful sueñoy then came back to life. Despite the weakness that it had given me, got my body recover a sticking upright posture. At that retreat in which I was and there was nothing that in a previous life existed.
I got up and got ready to pick up where they left to who knows how. To come to the surface, the air was different, the sky was different, the style of the buildings and even the flora was different now almost nonexistent. Everything had changed. I did not know how much time had passed since my retirement at the time, but if I wanted to go unnoticed must catch up soon.
was dark, but did not know if the dawn was near or if the night had just begun, just knew that this would be the first of an eternity of nights I lay ahead.
quickly walked up to a seat of civilization. As I feared, my clothes and my overall aesthetic were really against canon female suspect at the time, so I managed to get my hands on some women's clothing and eventually strip me of anything that would jeopardize my long past.
The next morning I realize how hard was the historical period in which he had come to wake me up.
kept walking and each step he took me was realizing the seriousness of the matter. An aura of misery and despair contrasted with the welfare avivación power and much of the population, invaded the streets which in turn were adorned with a black symbol similar to a spider that stood on a white circular shape and in turn this on a red background. At first I thought it was some kind of real mark, but that proved to be a party emblem. Possible to confirm your suspicions, I will say that I was in Germany before the war, specifically in the schedule dated the 14th of March 1937.
Despite my beliefs, just took me to adapt to this new regime, in my point of view not so different from that used in medieval times. Lived quietly and secretly for two years serving the HUB, from the Army Air Forces of the Luftwaffe. Nobody at that time would have thought that my hidden nature really was too hot topics in which his mind to give importance to what they considered paranormal, simple myths and legends.
Although I do not feed on humans, at least not directly, I never missed food so pretty much my weakness to certain environmental conditions were barely noticeable. Two years
soon allied enemy powers to try to end it with sweat and blood that had won the German state. On September 1, 1939 broke what was called the World War II and as usual I kept true to my false identity adopted. I will not give details of the war years, but did say that my instincts emerge more vicious. The suffering caused in me an indescribable feeling of satisfaccióny at the time I started to feed myself with the delicious blood of anyone who stood in my way.
With the fall of Nazism, I decided get out of that place and return to my old habit of seeing the world.
Each passing year, my power was increasing, the need to feed on human beings became more and more. My morality rates plummeted. I did not care where, how or who would take away the life that you can revel in the warm blood that ran through the body of those insignificant creatures.
