Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Heya!
Yep, I'm updating again, like, once every other day or so.
Almost amazing I'm doing it this much.

I'm writing a fun Vampire fan fic, Maybe I can give you a taste. =P This is all I've written so far.

Well, I've always wanted to write a story about vampires, considering I read and love them so much... I've tried stories before, but they went nowhere, so here is my latest attempt...

Chapter 1 The Maker
I walk alone, down this long dark street. My Ipod blaring ‘Redeemer’ in my ears. I feel like such a great power. I’m a god, walking amongst nothing but my food. I feel like a little devil. Ha! So, maybe I am a devil… But this has nothing to do with tonight.
I breathe deeply, letting the smells of New Orleans get to me. The food, the places, the blood. Ah… The blood… How I adore that last thought. New Orleans is definitely the place I would venture to for a midnight snack. The cuisine is amazing, and I’m not talking about the food. Heh… and there goes a luscious one.
A woman, 5’7” in height, blonde short hair. Her top is too small for her body, and she has on a little skirt. She giggles, arm in arm with her best friend. Her hazel eyes glazed with her drink. That which she still carries, sloshing around as she trips over herself. But her physical appearance wasn’t what drew me to her. What did was the thump… the rhythmic beat of her heart. I could feel her veins pulsing, the blood flowing… The warm blood…
Ah… but I get ahead of myself. I do not really need to feed… was tempting… Maybe I’ll pay her a midnight visit? Bleh, I need to drop these thoughts. I wanted this night out to clean out my thoughts, to let myself enjoy in my mortal pleasures. And this is what I plan to do.
Looking around, I notice many side attractions. People promising voodoo if you give them money, palm readers, artists… It seemed there was no end to them. Wandering aimlessly around Jackson Square, I suppose I should expect as much. But… then…
I noticed a painting… so very familiar. One... that looked almost like… Mine. Mine?! How could it be? The only time I painted was when I was with my master, many hundred years ago in Cairo, Egypt. No… it can’t be mine…
But… the amazing attention to detail… No ordinary man could paint this. It would take the skills of… of… a vampire… I heard footsteps behind me so swift that I almost couldn’t follow them. Turning quickly, I saw the face of a man I hadn’t seen for four hundred years.
“Well, hello Raziel.” He said to me…
At that moment, I saw my death… Reflected so purely in his grey eyes…
For first time since my undeath… I felt…
Fear.


Chapter 1 The Maker part 2
He smiled at me… Baring his teeth at me. His abnormally large canines bothered me… even for a vampire, they were rather huge… He just smiled, but I could tell he was grating his teeth ever so slightly… With good reason too… He rose his arm, and the brown robe he was wearing slunk down his arm. Revealing hundreds of tiny scars all over his arm. I winced for every one there was.
“Did you think I’d forget so easily? Time is said to heal wounds… but for me, the past four-hundred years have been sunk in damnation. I’ve lived in the sewers, searching for you day in and day out. I never slept, even during the day… I ran in the dark, from shadow to shadow. I barely had any strength after your little stunt. Do you have any idea how degrading it is to be humiliated by young vampires that don’t even know the meaning of ‘Nosferatu’ because you’re too weak to catch your prey without a fuss?” His deep brown, wild hair moved swiftly with his head. He stood 6’5”, and was a sight to behold. His skin, like mine, was pale. If any color was in it, it wasn’t natural. His eyes were a cold gray. To me, he looked like stone. A statue with the sole purpose of reminding me of the past.
“Did you think that you could just escape me by burning me, and tossing me in the crap with the rats?! The plague didn’t affect me you fool! I’m immortal! Which is more then I can say about your soon to be cut short lifespan.” With that, a hand flew towards me at such a speed; I couldn’t tell what hit me. All I knew was pain, as I flew through the air, mouth gaping, eyes wide. As I flew, everything seemed to go so slow… I could see all the people starting to turn to see what the raucous was they had just heard… A blur of speed and hate flew past me. Catching me before I fell was the robed man…
“You won’t get off so easily. You shall suffer for the next four hundred years as I did.” Letting go of me, he kicked me into a crowd of people. Within seconds, I was on my feet, braced for another attack…
But he was gone… I couldn’t believe, that after all this time, Liez still lived. In my hand, I felt a wad of money, and a note. ‘Buy the painting, may it burn in your memories forever more…’ I felt shivers down my spine… But why? Why should I be afraid? I’m an immortal, I’m a god. There is no reason to fear… Or is there?
Buying the painting, I hurried and left as people were beginning to get angry with me for knocking them over. I had no intention of staying there. Not after what had happened. On my way home, fate seemed to have other plans set for me. The girl I had seen earlier this same night was walking straight towards me. No longer smiling, she had a sickened look on her face. She uttered the word, ‘Creep’ over and over again. Not having seen me yet, I swiftly moved to be behind her.
Bending forward, and putting my head next to hers, I whispered into her ear, “A nice night isn’t it?” She somewhat quickly (I count it for the drinks she had.) spun around, and screamed. I ran to her quickly, rapping my arms around her body, and bringing my hand to her mouth. She tried to kick back into me. Caressing her throat with my tongue, I could feel the blood pumping. She kicked, she fussed. I didn’t care. With my hand, I cut her neck slowly with my nail. The blood trickled down, and my eyes widened. My heart beat faster… I lapped it up with my tongue, and then I went in for the feast. As I bit in, she kicked more then ever, and she tried to escape… but her attempts to escape slowed. They slowed until I drew my mouth off of her. Blood leaking down my chin…
“Ahhh… but if only the whole world was but a feast… I utter not for redemption, but for you to stop forsaking me Liez!” I yelled off into the distance… The sun was starting to rise… I crept back into the shadows, where I slept in the ally, my eyes wide with the kill, and my skin colored with the blood.

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