Anastasia’s POV
The twentieth century was wonderful. There was decadence, giving opportunities for s****l perversion. Declaring myself a vampire and wanting to drink blood caused amusement, and offers to prove it from foolish young people. I actually got some voluntarily by so-called 'bright young things' showing off to their friends. I just had to restrain myself not to take too much from an individual. They were disappointed that I did not bite, and so did not suspect the truth.
But best of all were the wars! I travelled around from conflict to conflict, changing my nationality as necessary. I could do many languages well enough. Often there was a dead nurse I could impersonate. However, I knew what I was doing and there were few questions asked when a new nurse turned up at a busy fie
