
Hi, my name's Rhyder Smith. I'm 354 years old.
I guess I should explain some things first.
I'm a vampire.
And so are all my friends.
Well, some of them are werewolves.
And some are just shape-shifters.
You get the point.
We've been kept safely away from humans for as long as I can remember.
Back when I first got bit.
It was on my 17th birthday.
Everything was going great, until a strange visitor arrived.
He claimed he was mom's friend from Florida.
He looked like he was dying.
He stayed in the corner for most of the day, and while I was using the bathroom, he opened the door.
He bit me.
Hard.
I died instantly.
But I didn't.
I woke up on the outskirts of town and ran away.
I found a nice place, far away enough from humans so I can't hurt them.
So I could control my power.
Some other people started coming, claiming that they were special, like had powers or changed their shapes during a full moon.
You see, I'm not a normal vampire.
I'm called a Vicher.
I can go into the sun, eat regular human food, and sleep at night.
I do have incredible speed, strength, and smell.
But, I have to drink blood.
A huge amount.
At least once every week.
Or I'll become the most deadliest and biggest demon to ever walk the earth.
I'll destroy everything and then... I'll get dragged to hell.
That's why I have my friends to help me out.
And we're going to be okay.
I guess I should explain some things first.
I'm a vampire.
And so are all my friends.
Well, some of them are werewolves.
And some are just shape-shifters.
You get the point.
We've been kept safely away from humans for as long as I can remember.
Back when I first got bit.
It was on my 17th birthday.
Everything was going great, until a strange visitor arrived.
He claimed he was mom's friend from Florida.
He looked like he was dying.
He stayed in the corner for most of the day, and while I was using the bathroom, he opened the door.
He bit me.
Hard.
I died instantly.
But I didn't.
I woke up on the outskirts of town and ran away.
I found a nice place, far away enough from humans so I can't hurt them.
So I could control my power.
Some other people started coming, claiming that they were special, like had powers or changed their shapes during a full moon.
You see, I'm not a normal vampire.
I'm called a Vicher.
I can go into the sun, eat regular human food, and sleep at night.
I do have incredible speed, strength, and smell.
But, I have to drink blood.
A huge amount.
At least once every week.
Or I'll become the most deadliest and biggest demon to ever walk the earth.
I'll destroy everything and then... I'll get dragged to hell.
That's why I have my friends to help me out.
And we're going to be okay.
I think...
























