At first it was fun.

 At first it was exhilarating. 

 Now it is dull.

 I remember my last days on Nosgoth’s material surface.   I remember desperately seeking food in the frozen wastes.  At our master Dumah’s insistence we had retreated to the icy mountain regions north of the Lake of the Dead.  We destroyed the bridge after we crossed it so none could follow.  Dumah insisted it was only a tactical measure, that we were not beaten yet. 

 But the days there had crawled past, every one of us desperate for food. Desperate for blood.  No human would have been foolish enough to be in those winter wastelands, doubly so once it was known that the vampires of the proud Dumah clan were there. 

 One of the past snippets of my mortal life comes back to me in a blur now.  Pride cometh before the fall.  The Clan was starving inside the winter wasteland.  Dumah refused to let us leave, though he never explained why. A few weeks would pass for all of us without even smelling the copper scent of blood.  On rare occasions, some scouts would come back with humans for food, but Dumah would always claim his share first. The clan became desperate for food.  Or for release from the mortal realm.

 It was not without noted irony that the human’s launched their raid.  It was the humans who were our food, and our release. They attacked at high noon.  I had been sitting near the castle’s high wall, wondering whether it was protecting us from the humans or protecting the humans from us.  My contemplations were cut short by the attack

 I remember the agony of having a spear shoved through my chest; of felling what little blood I had left dripping on the snowy earth.  An odd thought passed through my mind as consciousness fell away from me.  I do not care if my blood is on the ground. It was never mine to begin with anyway. 

 I awoke in the same place that I had been slain.  I could see my slain corpse, and see the human spear driven through my cold and hungry body.  But that had been the last of my concerns.  

 I was no longer hungry.

 And I could fly!

 The joy of my release made me fly as high as I could into the dim spectral sun.  IT no longer burned my flesh.  I had no more flesh to burn.  I realized I could descend into water where I had been unable to before.  The water was thin as air, and I wondered if it had always been so.  Having never touched the water in my vampiric life, I did not know.  I doubted it, but as I realized with dismay, there was nothing to do but sit and think about this sort of thing.

 And Watch nothing happen. 

 And Think about nothing happening.

 And once more find myself begging for release.  

 The Days do not end here.

 The Day never starts here. 

 I stay here and watch my corpse. 

 I wish it could have ended with that spear that still sticks out of my chest.