Stefan’s Diaries: Bloodlust Preface

And the TV serial publication developed byKevin Williamson & Julie PlecTis now the very witching time of night,When churchyards yawn and booby hatch itself breathes outContagion to this foundation. Now could I drink hot bloodAnd do such bitter business as the dayWould quake to look on.Hamlet, William Shakespeare premissThe poets and philosophers I at one time loved had it wrong. expiry does not come to us all, nor does the transportation of time dim our memories and reduce our bodies to dust. Because era I was considered dead, and a headstone had been chip at with my name, in truth my life was exclusively beginning. It was as if Id been asleep these many years, slumbering in the darkest night, only to awake to a world that was brighter, wilder, more thrilling than Id ever imagined.The globe I used to know go along their lives, just as I once had, spending their finite days departure to the market, tending the fields, stealing secret kisses when the sun went down. They we re merely shadows to me now, no more square than the frightened squirrels and rabbits that scampered in the forest, barely aware of the world around them.But I was no shadow. I was wholeand resistant to their worst fear. I had conquered death. I was no fleeting visitor to the world. I was its master, and I had all of eternity to bend it to my will.