<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Decorated%20images/daca-1-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Vance Martonelli<br/>Appearance age : 20<br/>Vampire<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Vance was always living a double life. As a daywalker and a vampire he needed little to no sleep. In honesty he could go for a couple of days without needing to rest and recreate. Nobody knew for many years that he was a vampire. He pretended well to be human. He even at one point had a girlfriend. He had had to cut it short though. She began to suspect he wasn't human. It was fascinating really what the human mind is capable of when pushed to its limits. He could eat human food even though it tasted a lot like sandpaper. He needed blood but had learned to fast for a long time without going crazy. He was one of the oldest vampires. An original ancient. An elder if you will. He had seen many turn of events as the world grew and changed. Luckily by the early 1900s humans barely believed in his kind anymore. They had learned to hide in plain sight. Even live normal lives.<br/><br/>He opened his journal. He wrote in the journal nearly every night. Sometimes he drew things with his ink quill. He began writing again.<br/><br/>~Today was another long and hazardous day. People are beginning to wonder on why I eat so little. The truth of the matter is I really don't need to eat. Not food anyways. I can go for a while without eating period. I worked out today and managed to bench press quite a lot. I begin to wonder how much longer I can live in this ruse I live. How much longer I can play a role in which I was not born into. For the fact of the matter is I'm not human. Much as I pretend to be and seem to be...I am not in the slightest human. Human in appearance but in actuallity so much more. I loved the scenes that I see everyday. There are some really beautiful buildings in downtown and some in upper town. Today I saw a beautiful black dog and almost took it home. She was a beautiful girl and I have included her within these handwritten pages.~<br/><br/>He went through the next day and soon wrote another entry.<br/><br/>~Today I happened upon beautiful girls. Young women that were dressed up for the holiday. The air near here is often filled with sea wind. I enjoy when there is wonderful women. I have included some sketches of them as well. They even stopped to pose so that I could draw them in this journal of mine. I wished again I was human but alas I am not. I am what is commonly known as a vampire.~<br/><br/>He went through more days and more entries. Leaving clues but not much else to his whereabouts. His next entry would be his last. For hunters had grown close to on his trail.<br/><br/>~This may well be my last entry. Danger grows ever closer. Somehow my secret was revealed. Or someone put together the pieces. My final resting place grows ever closer. However, this last drawing will be the clue to which I will lay forever. I have lived a long life and I knew it would not last forever....~<br/><br/>The entry ended there.</span><br/><br/>Vance now lay within his crypt. A stake through his heart to keep him from coming back to life. Were it to be removed than he would come back to life. His skin death pale and his eyes closed. Dressed in early 1900s clothing with his dark hair laying around him. He was still very much whole when she slid open the coffin lid. Laying there with a pained yet peaceful look on his features.