Noise. Lot's of noise.
Cities aren't the way I remember.
Tall metal buildings and metal carriages with no horses.
The ground scrapes the flesh.
Hunger rears it's head.
I stalk my prey then attack.
First bite in centuries.
The blood tastes sweet as it pours down my throat.
I see that everying has changed, but people are basically the same.
I must adapt to survive.
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Lilith
Origins of a ancient pure blood vampire.
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Blood Rose Lilith
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