Part I: Night Lights
	Night lights were streaming into  the room among handcraft glass spheres. There was no curtain on the window, only  there were those glass beads. I was looking at the scene of a city made of  lights and the dark waters of the Bosphorus over the tree outside the window. It  seemed like there was nothing behind my eyes sparkling in the candle light,  noone could speak of neither a heart nor a soul in my looks. I was feeling the  others around me, others like me did existed. But deep within there was that  strangest feeling. Fragile, damaged, even destroyed, a spirit full of  pain.
		I was said to have a crushing  beauty, and this impressive appearance of mine had been my shield, my weapon and  my war. People treated me however they wanted and I didnt care about it. It made  no sense whether I was counted for being a vampire or not. I was real, I was  among them and I was feeding on them. It wasnt important how they treated me or  what they did to me as long as I existed in a way. I dont remember the day but I  am sure I live by day too. An orange colored sun, a lover making coffee in my  kitchen, my choice of staying in bed asleep although I am  invited for breakfast... The day was something like this. I know I am a vampire  but I feed while being not conscious enough to prove this to myself and I  certainly find my way back home before the sunrise. My consciousness is with me  only when I am alone. People hate being alone and I am working for them to  remove this feeling. It was so easy for me to find somebody on that night, I  think it was how I hunted, I dont know.
		I love this city, she is like a  splendid woman wearing the night on her like a chic velvet dress. I also enjoy  feeding on the beautiful people of this city. Sometimes a charming lady or an  attractive gentleman knocks on my door to make me deal with their loneliness. I  did whatever they liked and then whatever I liked myself. If I didnt believe  that I was a vampire, I would assume that these humans were vanished in the day  light. First they were there and then they were gone. It is out of one's  command. It is an extraordinary situation. People called it love, they suffered  for this. However they wanted more. More in every second. The lines of fear and  lust are the same on their faces. The séance always ended before I decided on  which one was true for them. I dont actually remember that I make an exit by  instinct and I also dont remember the last thing I see. After that I feel the  nourishing taste of a wine having a run all over my body and I carry this  dizziness home. And then there is an endless sleep.
			I dont feel the slightest  responsibility to the other vampires to see even themselves dont seem to care  about their own race. I dont really care if they exist, or how many are there,  where are they or how do they do. I see them everywhere but never I felt the  need for one. I introduced some of them who got in my way with my friend  "Death". I will sure remember how I did that when I have to do it again.
	I was only trying to reach the  source of that strange feeling at the moment. I saw in my mind a slim and tall  silhouette coming out into a street full of light. I dont know who is it, but it  seemed to endure such existence. Life is strange, really. It is often full of  living deads, unburning fires and dreams that come true. I had never met an  energy form resembling mine and being more sensitive than I am. I decided to go  out and look for it. Maybe I would find another lonely soul instead, I dont  know. It is also true that life is full of surprises even for a vampire. I  flowed into the light to trace the shades of pain and got disappeared. But it is  not over yet. The things I've told and I will tell are as real as I  am.