The Springtime of My Remembrance

Based partly on the life of Bartholomew Collins Morris, from his diaries we read - Long ago I had been promised not to be changed, to stay as I was but these creatures, these human dogs had forced the hand of fate and now I am a creature of the night, of darkness, of death.
Before I had only taken for delight, for my amusement, alone did I kill? I could not create life; I could not see past the shadows of death, I was not lost to my soulless existence, no, I was reminded of it with every ri...