Memoirs of Erin Starkey

Alone again... after so many centuries of happiness. It was snatched away with a single stroke of the match. Helios... Rose... and all the others are... Dead. And it is my fault! After the fire, I picked through the ashes of our beloved plantation. Nothing was left but burnt embers and chard beams. As I sifted through the remains I found the plauqe that I and Rose had made for him. My grief then turned to rage. I was determined to find the ones responsible and kill them myself. I started my journey in October 2020. I was on my own. My rage grew as I walked through the old city of New Orleans. So many memories of the old days filled my thoughts. Which made my rage reach its peak. I would not rest until every last one of them were dead by my hands and my hands alone. Every memory fed my rage. The good and the bad. As my determination did to find the ones responsible. Nothing. Not even God himself could stand in the way of my vengeance. My heart became hardened. I now understood what Helios had meant by trust only your own kind. This lesson I learned the hard way. A vampire's heart becomes cold when he goes through so much heartache. Losing Rose and the others and, especially Helios, broke me. And my heart would never recover. Remember me telling you that a Vampire's feelings are just as valid and sensitive as a human's? Well... I will tell you that this is quite true. I saw nothing but my revenge. As Helios once said... 'This cut in my heart is deep and it will take time to heal, if ever.' Well I'll tell you the cut in this Vampire's heart was too deep to even begin to ever heal. Just as a human's, a Vampire's heart can only take so much before the cracks begin to show. And sooner or later, those cracks will spread and the heart will break. And this is what had happened to me. My heart broke that night. And was too broken to ever be fixed. I had been corrupted by the sweet taste of revenge and it would not be satisfied until my taste for blood was administered. I walked for days refusing to use a vehicle or get picked up by a stranger. But eventually, I broke down and, with the last of my money, I bought a car. Stopping only to feed, I would drive as long and as far as it took for my vengeance to be satisfied. It didn't matter anyway. I had forever to search.