When the sun rises on this morning, I will be four hundred and thirty three years old. Quicker, the years go by, it seems almost futile to count them now. Markers to a never ending war, increments to my torment. A reminder of my failure. My name is Ezekial Alkae Estrada, last of the pure bloods, last of my bloodline, last hunter of the vampire. For four hundred years I have tirelessly fought to avenge the death of the Estrada family. For four hundred years I have bathed the in the blood of my enemies. And after four hundred years of preparation, I will will finally see absolution today.
I will never write past this point, loooooooooooooool.