Regarding Vampire Spawn
Third Day of the Seventh Moon
A newly made vampire will often not know what has happened to it. I say “it” for a very real purpose. For although a vampire spawn outwardly appears to be human, its soul is an unholy void driven by a grotesque hunger for blood.
Vampire spawn can only mimic with cold intellect what they once were in life. Inwardly tormented, they claw desperately to reclaim the time when they could feel their souls growing and flowering within them. So do not be lured into their pernicious masquerade of feelings and emotions—not until your vision is made sharp by your instincts and intention. When you realize that your very soul is at risk, you will find that the once great labyrinth of false appearances and self-deception vanishes like a fish through unskilled fingers.
By the time you track down a spawn, any sense of its former life and identity will be gone. But spawn are cunning, and when one sees a novice hunter, it will act confused, sad, or frightened. By playing on your sympathies, it hopes to lure you closer to its fatal grasp. For this very reason, the first vampire that a novice faces is often the most dangerous. Only after much experience can vampire hunters rid themselves of instinctual hesitation.
Most vampire spawn lose their humanity like sand flowing inevitably through an hourglass. Some souls fall faster than others, embracing evil even before their first kills. The less fortunate creatures must fumble through several kills, trying to come to grips with their heinous nature before their souls are entirely consumed. Early in my career, and still terribly naive, I took in a vampire’s victim in hopes that I could cure him through an experimental decoction of wolfsbane, moonglove, yarrow, and twitchtail. I lashed him to a thick support beam in the cellar, then watched helplessly as his humanity slipped away. The terrible hunger quickly overtook him, like wolves on a dying elk. The wretch writhed and cried out as if poisoned, then suddenly stiffened like one impaled on a pike. His flesh blanched. His eyes turned dead like stones. Then a darkness filled those eyes, helping me to truly understand the vampire’s irredeemable nature.
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