Ah, the barbarous yawping and bleating of cattle. How little I find I
have grown to miss it over the many years of my wretched, debauched,
corrupt existence. You see, my dear, agitable mortal, I am a vampire. I
feast, and delightfully so, upon the succulent vitae rended from freshly
slain mortal corpse, but that was not the reason I took to nightly
predations with my kinsman and cohort, Povox. You're mortal, little
better than a herdsman's livestock. I too was once like you, a sack of
decaying flesh, slowly on my merry way to entropy. I too once thought I
was civilized and that life was the pinnacle of existence, but... I was
wrong, so very wrong.

I took to you because you are mortal, because that is my nature. This
seems to be a particularly difficult concept for thick-skulled mortals
to grasp, but you are little more than mutton to me, and you never will
be anything better in my eyes. You can discorporate me all you like, and
I will return to the earth, or to my casket, to leech what I need to
rebuild my corpse. I will forget something of my pitious mortal
existence, but over time, through the slaughter of innocence and the
consumption of their lifeblood, I will regain what I lost.

This is neither new, nor particularly surprising. At least I should hope
it is not. You are a thrall of the Light, and I a creature of Darkness,
a creature of Corruption. We are ideologically opposed to each other,
and that alone (even if you were not also a source of food) would be
enough for me. You may best me on the field of battle once again, or
many, many times more, and knowing where my talents lie, I would say
that is a true prediction, but nothing changes.

You too have a choice. Accept your place in the food chain or fight
against it. You have chosen the latter, and I commend you for it. I like
prey with spirit.

Please note that I do not speak for the Bloodborn, for Bloodloch, or as
an Imperial noble. I speak merely as a blood-sucking cretin, and nothing
more.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Midsummer, in the year 145 MA.