Looking out off the coast of the island a lone Vampire stands...watching waiting for what He is not sure what He is sure of is His property and His island...alone they are for now but the others will come He is sure...in time....
He calls this the island of the dead even though He walks amoung the world of the living, He is undead as is His property that He knows lives for Him only...He feels the need to feed and the time to leave the island for a bit but He always returns before the daylight comes...
He looks around at the ruins of a once Rustic Castle and it's grounds that thrived hundreds of years ago when His heartbeat in His chest...before the wars...before He met His so called death that brought Him to be as He is now...does He regret it...no, He has all He needs and takes what He doesn't...
The blood moon high in the sky...He knows that someday it can end as many of His kindred have fallen before Him and at His side...But He knows that the time is here and it is His time to do as He must...
she comes to Him in her dark finery that He has given to her to keep her happy...knowing that He gave her the life she now has come to accept and love and brought her to this island...His island...she His property as well...
.......Welcome to the Island of the Dead.........
