Heaven forgive me but the hunger calls again. There is a dark pit within my body that use to house my soul. An ember sits inside this pit, glowing malignantly. The ember glows most of the time filling me with its black heat, yet I am cold.
Now the ember hungers, and I can feel a spark ignite the darkness of the pit. A flame will soon be jumping through my body taking over my motor functions and starting the hunt. The flame burns deep and dances tauntingly in front of my eyes. God would know that I try to fight the burning, but God has forsaken me. He no longer listens to my calls for I am now one with the night.
I have become child of the devil with the hands of a priest. For I was a priest, a Jesuit. One of God's dedicated storm troopers now holding court with the Devil. And those holy relics I still hold dear, now sear me to the soul. The cross and water burn even deeper than the hunger, yet I can not purge the hunger.
I can not die, nor can I live with the condition afflicting me. I have become what I have fought and the irony is not lost. What is a vampire to do for salvation?
