Sundered World:Vampires

Bodies are not meant to walk after they die, after the spark has fled. But we do, we endure. Perhaps we have always been here, feasting, stalking through the cattle as we wear their face. But I don't believe so.

We are a curse, trapped between life and death and belonging to neither. Something old and powerful formed us. Perhaps as a warning to humanity. Perhaps on a whim.

It doesn't matter. We exist. We exist, and we will feast.