It wasn't always this way... I used to be a cold, calculating, void of all emotion, son of a bitch... to put it bluntly - soulless. How can someone exist without having a soul I hear you ask? Well, that's the crux of the matter - I didn't really exist... sure, I thought I was all that, and my 'anti-life' was everything I ever needed... the wild nights, the hunt... the blood, it was all that mattered to me. The thrill of the kill kept me going. There were times when we would perch above the...