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was our home and we walked within it fearlessly.  St. Louis is a cosmopolitan city and our brown complexions did not mark us as different, as they had in some of the places we had lived.  We were trapped indoors during the daylight hours.  The hours I did not sleep I spent with book or pen in hand, but the night was our friend.  We roamed it in its entirety.
    The night life of St. Louis, the clubs, the social houses, the water front and the danger all had an allure for us that never seemed to wane.  I was lucky to have found in Sonafi a kindred spirit, someone who could appreciate the smaller things life had to offer and to be content with those things.  Perpetual youth, or as close to unending as may be asked, may seem glamorous at first glance, but the blazing light of reality glared mercilessly through the transparency, the thin veneer of sanity separating an intelligent being from madness, as the unending parade of years march by.  Few Vampires could live with themselves for truly extended periods of time.
    Life could become tiresome when the same activities had been repeated more times than could be counted and when the days blurred one into the other.  When life became barren and devoid of meaning and when there was no possibility of there ever being a change, any being could lose purpose.  Most Vampires did.  The will to continue and live simply slipped away.  I have lost track of the number of times this has happened.  I refuse to remember.  I am, after all, the father of the Vampire species.  It has often been left to me to handle these rogues.  I do so begrudgingly but out of necessity.  They threaten us all.  Many have been my own children, and not just Vampires I have made, but of these latter the number is uncountable.
    When a Vampire goes rogue it was usually within the first immediacy of life.  The thousand year mark seemed to be one of the pivotal fulcrums of a Vampire's life.  Still very immature yet faced with what might be called a midlife crisis.  Sometimes simply unable to make the mental transition that this life could really last forever, the instincts of our Human part rebelling at what it couldn’t understand.  Eternity was a huge concept to grasp and entirely alien to our Human halves.  A Vampire either lived in the now, enjoying the little things that each day brought, or must face the yawning gulf of eternity with uncertainty.
    Many of th is the youngest generation has eagerly embraced the eternal.  They pine for the glory of the technological society to come.  Exploration of our galaxy and of the Universe.  Manipulation of the complexities of the protein building blocks of life and the atom.  Control of fusion and the forces that made the Universe.  There was really no end to their aspirations.  Those with such dreams would find the thousand year mark no more pivotal than any other year.  It was against those who could not see this future that we had to guard.
    When a Vampire goes rogue, it is not against Humans that it turns.  Not any more than some Vampires do as normal routine.  It is against their own kind that they turn.  Something comes undone within them.  Something becomes unhinged.  They begin to hate their own kind.  Turn against their kindred.  It is against the Juveniles, the youngest, weaker Vampires that they turn, and you did not know they were going to turn until they actually began killing.  Then it was too late.  Too late for those killed, anyway.
    The loss of an eternal life could not be quantified.  The sum was far too great.  The potential loss too vast.  With every Vampire taken an eternity of promise vanished.  I felt the loss of every individual personally, the more so because I am the father of my entire species.  Thus it is often left to me to face these rogues.  I am often the only Vampire capable or willing to do so.
    Unpredictable, we are mostly by and large loners.  Those not connected by the thread of direct lineage.  Why