Recently I’ve noticed a great deal more books in the library about people like me.
Clearly I can attribute the new abundance of books to you and your attention to the plight of souls like mine.
We are sidelined. Pushed to the darker corners because we’re a little different, but only in some ways.
We are outcasts. Society at large would rather not have us around, and why? Only because we take what we want and give nothing back? What’s so wrong with it? Every rich man and business man and politician does the same.
Excluded for our lusts and passions, we often watch social gatherings from a distance. Watch, and wait, for our chance to participate.
But now I’ve let my imagination take me on a tangent. Forget the watching, and the waiting. I’m excited for this new chance to read about others like me. All these fascinating books you’ve collected are mine for the devouring. Well, for the reading, I should say. Devouring is such a strong word.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, for stocking the shelves at the library with many books about vampires.
I’ll be reading them voraciously in the comfort of my room (on the top left, in the picture below).