It's strange… some of my perceptions are sharper, stronger, while others seem… well, dead. I can almost taste the sweat that trickles down that girl's back, but things like the stench of a club at three in the morning don't bother me anymore.
In a way, I guess I was lucky: many people would give everything to be one of the "immortals among us" and the only thing I needed to do was convert my successful real estate agency into a more specialized (that is, sunproofed) business.
But sometimes… when the cups of mixed animal and human blood feel like ashes in my mouth, when I catch a glimpse of a slender neck and the new, unfamiliar urges awake… Those times I don't feel that lucky.

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