Peter

Was Really Born on Sunday July 22nd in the year 1979 in a little dutch town called Geleen. He was happily received into this world by a beautiful woman, and a kind man. The boy grew up in the loving care of them both.

It was a warm october evening in 1985. The sun was shedding it's last ray over the Dutch cities and towns, when the little boy looked at his father in surprise. A tear rolling over his young cheeks, soon followed by a second.

The oak wood of the coffin on the right, his father on his left. A tortured smile on his fathers face tried to comfort him, but he could see the pain of loss behind it. The boy not yet comprehending the meaning of this loss.

November 2004. The boy now almost a man, quite his life back home, quite his study Biology, left his friends,  left his stepsister and his newly found mother, and above all, his father. He left love behind, in search of a bigger good. His wishes decayed to warm newspaper and a crumb of bread. And the search continues.

On an empty cemetary, he finds his shelter, when a man with dark hair and a strange looking woman, draw his attention. The man draws his blood...

And the last hours of his life!