I’ve been on this island for over 600 years, deserted by my cohorts during the 1400s after I contracted this disease. Nobody knew what it was, but after I lost control, murdered and devoured one of my shipmates, they decided it wasn’t worth the risk.

The first few years were difficult. It took months to discover that it was the blood I craved, not the flesh. And it took years to get used to feeding from the animals that surrounded me. I hated what I’d become, but I learned to accept it.

There have only been a few rare encounters with other humans during my time here. Usually explorers or scientists. I’ve found that humans are the most delicious creatures on the Earth. This disturbs me.

Which brings me to the present. It’s been many decades since my last visitor. Yet now, in the distance, I can see a ship bearing not one, not ten, but thousands of humans. I can smell them already, their blood coursing through their veins… I can’t wait.