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Here is an excerpt: page 90
For several years after, he continued killing mostly the young, hoping to rid himself of his newly acquired affliction and to revivify the former lust and excitement that he had felt in his younger vampire life. But instead of the old excitement returning as he had hoped, a worse condition came over him. He began to feel old, not like humans feel old, but ancient, like he imagined other vampires would, though he had no way of knowing if this malady had ever affected any of them before. His blood had failed him this time in that it did not give him any answers. He was convinced that his body was decaying from the inside out. And he was certain that his appearance was changing too. None of his assumptions carried any validity. Once turned, vampires never age. It is impossible for physical deterioration to occur.
After having given the matter a serious amount of thought, logic told him that what he was experiencing was not real, that it was merely a trick of the mind. After that deduction, things seemed to improve for awhile. But then, one night when he was sitting alone in his rooms, he smelled the stench of rotting flesh which he was sure was coming from his own body. And even though he knew that this was not possible, he continued to smell the noisome odor wherever he went. It became a source of great agitation to him. Over the years, he had learned to control it, but whenever he let down his guard, the phantom odor preyed upon a part of him that he thought he had long ago shed, and made him dwell upon the corruptness of his existence and the price that he had paid for immortality. He realized that he needed something more, something to think about other than himself. That night on my eighteenth birthday, he believed that he had found a remedy for his ailment, a cure that would wash away the stench and erase any troublesome reminders of the past. He had never been so certain of anything before.