2001 Jul 09 - Came pack to my pryamid and found my 7000 year old granfather dying. He was already turning to dust when I arrived. I pulled the stake out of his heart and it accelererated his dismise. All that was left was the medallion he aways wore and ash. My heart sank, the hunters had been killing off our Clan steadily for the past 50 years. Grandfather and me were the only ones left staying in the bowels of Ptolmey1's tomb. All I could do is place the medallian in a secret door in the tomb and scoop up the ashes and place them into an urn. I felt so alone. Was I the last of my kind. I'm a Trueblood, meaning I was born of vampire parents a very rare occurrance. I was 3000 years old and the last trip I'd taken from her was to England in 1951. I decided to go to the States and with the help of some new fashion magazine and a little basic magic, I was able to get myself a nice styish wardrobe. I took my things and 90,000 pounds I had in Bitish money and transmuted myself into mist and flew through the cracks in the pyamids mortar and continued till I got to a rent a car washroom at the airport. I went to the ticket counter and got myself a one way ticket to Beverly Hills, Ca. After a cab ride I checked into the penthouse suite at the palms hotel. There that night, I made my first Blood Pact.
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