If one's soul is made up of there memories, Then I would not have one. For I have no memories beyond one fate filled night. I walked in and perhaps never came back. Funny, how the things you once took for granted, become so precious when you don't have them anymore. Perhaps that is the immortals true demon. That eventually all they have left is the ticking of time, ticking away there remote existance.

I was given the embrace on a summers eve, I recall stepping into a dimly lit tavern. And there I sought out an escape, or so I thought. I first became aquainted with Claudia185. But she seemed to have much more on her hands and pointed me in another direction. His name still leaves a bittersweet taste upon my tongue. For how can you love and loathe the same person. Lars Kain, Vampire boy extroidinaire. I would soon find out his only desire was for himself. But niave as I was, I gave into his charms and became one of his many Childer. Oh how I fought him, and others. I recall threatening his life, and blowing his knee caps out with his own gun. To name a few close encounters. But still There was a longing, a longing to be wanted. Which I learned he would never fill.

As time ticked by, I found comfort in those around me. The prince at the time Yriel, seemed amused by my hellraising antics. Others took intrest and tutored me in the ways of combat. Unfortunatly for some I was a quick learner. All the while my struggle against my sire ensued. Till the time when I met Damian Sarabian. With a quick witted tongue, and a bit of verbal fighting, I was given over to him. It was no big event.I knew my sire did not want me, as I did not want him. But blood ties aren't easily broken.Damian taught me the finer skills, of toying with ones mind.And along with him I aquired a mother of sorts, by the name of Dhari.Who would eventually become very dear to my heart.

I moved about, finding a home with the Blackwing Coven. Surrounded by famaliar faces, I found comfort for a brief lapse of time. Then as all great things fall, so did the home I had found within Blackwing. Though I must take partial blame for it's fall. Strong minded foes, have a tendency of clashing. Lost in the vast sea of time, I wandered aimlessly.Till the call of home returned.

Though it was known by a new name, I recognized it by instinct, Exodus. Once again I was greeted by those I called family. Settled in quiet, till the walls crumbled down. As much as I protested my loyalty still,I could not turn my back on my sire. And when your asked to do the unspeakable, believeing it to be the only release.You follow blindly. With that I sought out to destroy myself, and in the doing almost all those around me. The fire burned so cold, not nearly as I imagined it. But once the ashe stood still, I was awakened again. Seemed I was more looked after then I thought. The name of the one, who gave me back my life still eludes me.Within the walls of exodus, times changed. I began to feel it more and more. Free of the servitude of my sire. Yet the void of longing remianed.Partially filled, with one face to another through time. Only to have it ripped from my grasp.

Time, is the only enemy. It contiues to tick by night by night. Echoeing the cries from the past, the wieght of the blood on my hands,growing heavier with each passing moment. Is there ever to be a release from it all?

Ever Longing,

Damien