I don't know exactly where this goes, so forgive me if it's in the wrong place!
Anyway, I typed up this little thing because I had an idea and I was bored.
Constructive criticism is appreciated and wanted~!

Immortality.
It’s a curse.
Many people say that having a never ending life would be amazing, getting to meet all those people and see all those things but it’s not.
If you meet people, they have to die.
If you see things, you end up forgetting them as they blur together in your never ending life.
Things are never constant in the life of such an immortal but there is one thing that is always there: the hunger.
The never ending, aching hunger for the liquid of life that is so unattainable because of your foolish morals.
All you crave is the warm fluid that is blood, the elixir that is life to you.
Most people crave pleasure in its purest form but to you that pleasure can only be achieved by sucking the life of another being.
He tells you that the mortals are weak, selfish beings. He tells you that you are meant to do this, that it is in your nature, but taking the life of a being which you once were turns your stomach into knots and you back away, ashamed and scared.
When you were in your more corruptible state, He lured you away with sweet words and kind eyes but once you became His kin, once you became an undead, He treated you like garbage. Now, you find yourself relying on the poor excuse for a man because He is the only one who knows about your new self. You find yourself following Him everywhere and when He is not around, you are like a lost puppy, waiting for its master to return.
He kills mercilessly, taking the life of every man, woman and child he may come across. He is too brutal, too cruel, you think, to be the man you once thought He was, the man that changed you.
You refuse to kill a human because they are weak and defenseless to your superior senses, strength and intelligence but that is exactly why He kills.
‘Come now, you cannot ignore your true nature forever,’ He purrs seductively into your ear. Why? Why did you have to be stuck with this cruel man?
His breath, His voice, His words, they all draw you in and you become addicted to this man even though you hate Him.
You hate Him yet you love Him.
Eventually, He draws you in, ensnaring you in His trap. Now you cannot escape. He is like a spider in this matter, luring in His prey before trapping them within his web.
But, oddly enough, you don’t care. You don’t care about what He is anymore. You don’t care who you are anymore. All that exists in your world is blood, hunger, sorrow and regret. You no longer feel love, happiness, joy or relief. Just the pain, agony, sorrow and emptiness that come unwillingly with being this creature you now are.
You go into this never ending cycle of regret, thinking of what your life could’ve been had He not found you.
Now, you lie in your coffin, glutted with blood from your last kill and think, ‘Why must I live on? Why can’t this end?’
You were always told great stories about the immortal gods that once shaped the lands you now roam and you realize the ancient civilizations worshipped only shells of the true person they’d once been.
The true gods, He told you, were vampires. They were the beings the ancient peoples worshipped, not aliens as many modern theorists say.
You now see why civilizations gods’ were always very similar…because they were the same people, the same vampires, muddling through their endless lives.
And now, you may not show yourself to people because they will not love you, they will not worship you, they will not help you. All they shall do is study you, shun you, and treat you like the monster you realize you are.
You are cursed.
Cursed to never-endingly hunger,
Cursed to wander the lands for all eternity,
Cursed to watch the ones you loved and cherished die, one after the next,
Cursed to be stuck with Him until the end of all time,
But most of all, you are cursed to dwell within your own insanity as the years go by, making the madness all the more potent.
You suddenly realize, this could all end, if you just opened your coffin.
Your trembling hand reaches toward the latch and then pushes the heavy lid upward, exposing your body.
Your eyes close as the burning begins, the sunlight tearing at the very fabric of your being.
The pain is almost unbearable but you know that after this, there will be no more pain.
There will be no more suffering or sorrow or regret.
And as the last of your body fades to ash the only thing you feel is relief.