Think for a moment, if you will, of what keeps us all alive. Every fish, mammal, reptile, amphibian, and bird.
Your first answer is oxygen.
If you're really smart, it is carbon and oxygen.
And if you're me, it is blood.
But blood is the only thing keeping me alive.
I should correct myself. It doesn't keep me alive, it keeps me from dying again.
You see, for me, death didn't involve a hooded figure with a sickle or a set of pearly gates.
For me, death involved a long period of darkness where time was nonexistent. I could've been in the darkness for a millennium and not known. When I woke up from the darkness, I was. . .
I had died in a bloody car accident in New York City and woken up a Vampire outside of Bowling Green Ohio.
But when is anything that simple?
Optimists say always.
Realists say never.
My existance meets both.
I was a vampire, that much was obvious, but there was another key point to my existence.
And that, dear reader, I leave you to find out for yourself...
BOOK ONE IN THE 'BLOODLINES' TRILOGY
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