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Friday, February 11, 2005


   My bro's story basis

Ok guys this is the beginning of my bro's story. He wants people to comment on it plz. It would be much appreciated. Thanks and hope u guys like it.

BloodLust Life: The Memoirs of a Vampire

The Last Good-Bye

Where most would lead with the beginning I will begin with the end. I say “the end” because I’ve amassed a great number of enemies over my three and a half centuries on this earth and many have begun to form a sort of hate group aimed towards me. Hatred can, in humans, last for generations. So I do not know what my mortal adversaries will appear to me as.
I also have many other vampire friends, and with vampires being unreceptive beasts by nature that makes for a grim future.

The Only Thorn

I walked side-by-side with her looking all around seeing the flowers of love blossoming. The strong sent of roses was on the air and we were talking, whispering actually so as not to disturb the beauty here.
As I looked up at her face I saw that it was shining as brilliant red as the carnation next to her. I had not seen her this beautiful or this happy since... she did not look this stunning during her entire time as a vampire. Only did this peace return at her real death.

Blood Of A Prince

He stood silently watching the shadows he knew he had seen something but it had passed so quickly he thought the wind. But no, on the second pass the creature got it’s prey but the future king didn’t give in as easily as a common traveler and even did some damage to the thing that had wrestled him to the ground. By this time his horse was gone and the monster had left to find an easier meal.
The prince looked himself over and found some minor scathes and in the bleak firelight set his eyes on some blackish liquid covering some scratches. But that wasn’t important now the only thing that troubled his mind now was to find a place to spend the evening.

Blood of a prince Part II

I looked up from my feast of flesh to look upon the horrified faces of my men. I knew I couldn’t hide this from my people now. I was a beast a ruthless, murdering, blood-drinking beast and I despised myself. I also knew what I had to do now. Now that they had seen him in my form.
As I was considering how to go about this woeful position I heard the metallic scraping of a sword leaving it’s sheath. I turned and, with my right hand, killed a man who was bowing down to worship me. I realized what I had done before I did it. The others seemed to think that this act was out of hatred for all humans as they had started to draw their weapons and prepare themselves for a battle.
As I walked away from that life and that massacre their blood mixed with my tears as they ran down my face.

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