Isolation. I used to think that there was always two paths to follow after choosing isolation, wisdom from the time spent studying or the insanity drawn from loneliness. Reflection on my past made me realise how strong I had become. I had the initial power of friendship which then in turn lead me to the curse of vampirism. I took what I wanted from them. Once the journey to undeath had been made - true fear disappears.

I took up my sanctitude on a small quiet island. The only noise was the whispering of the leaves in the cold easterly winds and the incessant battering of the sea against the rocky shores. It was perfect. I could do anything - pursue my interests in the summoning of daemons or continue my experimentations with the disease of vampirism. A perfect enclave for me, no distractions and only one true barrier. Time.