Chapter Three

I wandered across Wyoming and Montana for a brief period, maybe five years, before hopping the border into Canada. It was around that point in time that I realized something else that was peculiar: I had ceased to age since I had been bitten. I stayed on the outskirts of Toronto for quite some time, taking great care to dispose of my victims. I was growing stronger each day, didn't need to feed as often as I once did. This left me with quite a lot of spare time, and I was not yet a patient being. The local library served to occupy most of this time as I searched for all the information that I could find concerning what I had become, and whether or not there were others like me. It took me almost two full months to absorb all of the data that the library contained on vampires, for what else could I have become. Most of the information, I had decided, was fictitious, simply made up to compensate for concepts not known at the time or to give a sense of security. Others, however, I knew were true. Such as the legends from eastern Europe pertaining to the creation of vampires, vampires' bodies are in a state of suspension, and vampires do not have fangs. I decided to assume facts from the legends that contained the most truths. The Greek vrykolakas had a shadow, lacked fangs, and was able to see his own reflection. I possessed all of these traits so I figured I would start with that one to find out what I had truely become.