The girls I know think they know me. They think that I’m the type that has a hard outer shell, but deep down inside I’m sensitive and loving. That’s not quite accurate. By nature, I have two separate and equal sides and both are the “real” me. One is my human self. If it were my choice this would be the only me. A kind person with a good heart. A person who wants everyone to be happy, who wants friends and love and a peaceful life. But that is only half of who I am.

You see, my other side is a heartless monster that feeds on the blood of young girls. It’s the part I hate, but have come to accept. I am a Vampire, you see, and I want you to know that there is nothing fictional or funny about any of this. It is actually quite a bit of stress. I have to come across as a happy and well balanced person while feeding off the energy of the scene. The people I understand and love the most, those cut from the same cloth as I, are my prey. Things were not always this way...

While I’ve been a Junglist and a Vampire for as long as I can remember, I wasn’t always a raver. In fact, it was a matter of convenience that I started going to raves. The rave lifestyle offered me a variety of easy, anonymous, and delicious meals; fit my nocturnal schedule; and was full of Jungle. Only after dozens of parties did I gain a deeper appreciation of raving. I learned what a beautiful culture this was, and met dozens of amazing people who I grew to love. Of course, the real irony in all this was that I sucked the life out of half of them.