Monday, December 12, 2005

Hate is Eternal Pt1
Seven thirty, the dogs are back at the gate, those thilthy dogs of our furer. They rip the place apart searching for the furer’s ghosts. The leave without a word, just a big mess. It may anger us but we must be tolerant or we will get a short drop and a heavy stone. The headaches are worse than ever today, but I tell the others to go back to sleep and volunteer to clean the mess. I do this to feel useful, you see I am a tenant not a worker of this establishment. My name is Alan Dante Smith, but those who think they are my friends call me “Ads”, I’m not sure who first used that name, but it doesn’t change the fact that I hate it. I have been living here for three years, ever since my real home burned to the ground due to chemical reaction. I had a short lived hobby in chemistry and saw the accident as a sign from above. After cleaning the mess and fixing the door I went to bed myself. Late the next day I awoke to the sound of my door being banged on. I also heard a voice saying, “ Ads you’ll miss the show” over and over again. The voice was the son of my across the hall neighbor, his name was Benjamin Stone. Ben and I were not the best of friends, in fact, he constantly proved to be the bane of my existence. Ben wasn’t a mean kid, just thick and energetic. Luckily, his father, David Stone, took his son away before I had to deal with him. I went back to sleep and did not awaken again until that night. I found that living at night was better for my condition than the busy day. It was time to get the money I would later use for my rent. I caught sight of a wanderer suspiciously limping to a dark side of town. I followed this wander, suspecting foul play, to a very old house. He went in and I walked further on so not to raise his suspicions. I walked in a mile long circle and entered the house through the back door, as quiet as a church mouse. I heard a man’s voice giving a dominance speech to someone I could not see as of yet. I snuck in his house as intangible as dust in a shadow. Then I moved into the room he was in and stayed at his back to observe the situation. He had a woman tied to a chair, bound, gagged, and clothes ripped off. I could only imagine what sick thoughts were going through his head, such deeds sicken me. I then made my presence known and to my surprise he came at me with a knife. Fortunately, I was faster at my task than he was at his. I lodged my fangs into his neck and drank his red essence. When I had my fill, I let him drop to the ground and took his knife. I used the knife to free the woman and found her some rags to wear, I then searched the dead body for money and took all he had. The woman and I agreed not to talk of this ever again, an agreement that I thought she understood, but apparently didn’t because she went looking for me with a drawing she made. She found me while I was paying my land-lord and embarrassed me with a greeting that is what the locals call a, “girl hug”. It burned my flesh and I assumed I was tackled so I tossed her. She was knocked out so went to my room. She came to my room apologizing and giving praise to me. My reaction were in two simple words, “go home”. She seemed broken and I thought she was going to cry, but instead smacked me. To make my hate for the situation unbearable, little Ben started chanting, “Ads’ got a girl friend”. His father hurried the boy away, no doubt remembering what happened the last time something like this happened. David’s wife was cheating on him and made a move on me. I invited the whore into my room and drank her half to death and sent her back next door; she’s been sick ever since. The girl demanded an apology for my earlier aggression and my previous statement as well. I slammed the door in her face. The next night I went out for a walk and there she was waiting. I asked myself, why does she persist as she tormented my intellect, that I had acquired over centuries of life, with her mindless drivel. Then when I was so close to a chance to leave her, she said something that aroused an emotion I thought long dead , Fear. She said that she was employed by Gaeron, Gaeron a demonic creature with barely a flicker of a soul. She also said she was sent to me to invite me to a boat ride that Gaeron and I would be meeting.
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