In loving memory of a departed friend, may her soul rest in eternal peace..... I am a vampyre. Call it what you will: a killer, a hunter, and even a lover. But, either way, whatever name you choose to label me with, I have no other choice. Society is raised with the idea to survive. So, why is mine so horrible, so evil? What makes me different than any of you? We are all vampyres, all of you, in one way or another. Yours is just through money and power and greed, taking whatever you can from whomever just to benefit yourself. Mine is for survival. Yours is by choice. Yes, I could kill you. And yes, I could steal from you. As you could do to me. But, in both cases, there will always be more, always be others. None could be driven to extinction and none could be forced on their knees for the other’s pride. We mean no harm, we mean no death. We only mean our survival. And just as you, we will do anything we fucking can to maintain ourselves. So, the next time you judge or point fingers, take a look at yourself and your life: everything you have done to get where you are, everyone you have hurt for your own sick pleasure, and think about choice. And the next time you see a beauty walking down the street, don’t put it passed her that she won’t drain the life out of you. Because God only knows this world has sucked enough out of all of us already. I am a hunter and a killer and a lover. I am a vampyre.