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So this is death, he mused. He was experiencing the same floodtide of
memories as Albert had earlier. He saw all the amazing sights of history
that he had been fortunate enough to see. Images flashed past from the
last thousand years of human and natural history, but what he The thing that finally made him regret the thousands of deaths as his life ended was that they all had the face of Albert. |
saw most of all were the victims of his vampiric bloodlust.
They lunged at him; men, women , children, all accusing him and staring
at him with a mixture of fear and hate, grabbing at him with clawed hands,
their ragged clothes floating as if they were in water. It was as if they
were each trying to tear a piece of his body off, to gain some kind of
revenge for the way that he had cut short their precious lives. He didn't
mind, he had been used to it for hundreds of years, the look of victims
in their dying seconds, before he put them into their final, trance-like
state. To him, it was just a natural part of life and death: His life,
their death.|
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