They chase us. Evey last one of us. 1000. 1000 we began with in 1816. Now we are left with fifty. They have this list, created by this evil New Orleans witch that grows every time we try to feed or turn someone. It has our location. It has our where abouts. It is impossible to live with them chasing us. We can not enjoy our immortality with them chasing us. Some of us even call them immortal. But they really are not. Were tired of running. Were tired of the stress. Were dying. Ever so quickly. We are the last 50 in the world. Once they rip the guts out of all of us. We are finished. Done for.
We will Fight. We will die. We will survive.
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