The dead walk the street lights bright
Hearing people give up the fight
Watching as life fades away
through my eyes only night not day
Big wide eyes hair of silk
A pale complextion as white as milk
And through my eyes death is all i see
Just one ...
The smell of sweet blood
The taste of fear
upon ur face
a single tear
You take a breath
a silent gasp
You look at life
No more future just past
And as i bite
Deep into your skin
You ask god for forgivness
For all that you sin
And you slowly die...
I am the Blood Princess. I was born in 1308 in scotland i didnt become a night stalker till 1338. My maker was a handsome man who showed me the way of life for my kind. Im one of the elders now and am worshipped by many. i am now a maker my blood is powerfull and pure 1 drop and Death will race through your body and only I can bring you a life of which is seen through different eyes my eyes my makers eyes.
I have seen many changes in life and have moved from country to country town to town.
I do not know fear and i show no fear i will fear no one. Its is me who should be feared.