Monday, January 17, 2005

Blood Red, i named the book ppl!!! chapter 1 is in archives
Chapter 2

I walk out of the house at that moment. Instantly, a light pain enters me mind, it used to be an unbearable pounding, but then I got stronger, and now I go out all the time, but don’t feed. I walk to a book store, browse the shelves and pick a fantasy book about a vampire; of course the author is completely wrong about us. I grab some coffee, sit down and read the whole book in two seconds, then pretend to read it page by page, halfway. I decide it is not close enough to the real life of vampires to read again so I put it back where I found it.
When I leave I head for my friend, a werewolf’s, house; something I haven’t done in a year. I go THROUGH the door and go to the room he is in. When he smells that someone is there he turns, recognizes me at once, and smiles. “I was wondering when you were coming back.”
“You know how I am; a year might as well be a week.”
“Yes, well next time remember WE don’t live forever.”
“I’ll do that. So, how are you, Michael, have you changed lately, or stayed human?” The reason I asked that is not as a joke, remember I said humans were not quite right about them, this is why, werewolves can change anytime they want, and do not have to change during the full moon. They COULD change in a crowd in the middle of the day, but none are that stupid.
“NO, but I might soon, just for the fun of it.” The conversation continued for an hour or so, and then I left, promising to come back sooner next time, and saying I was sorry that I couldn’t stay, for I was, but we both new that the headache from the sun was becoming to harsh for me, and I was getting tired. I went home and slept.
Thump, thump, thump. I opened the door and read the persons mind instantly. He opened his mouth and I told him I already knew what he would say “of course you do, I’m sorry; he really would like to see you.”
“And, so what, I do not wish to see him, and I won’t, if he wants to see me, he will come here, instead of sending a servant with an invitation. Tell him that, and the next time I see you at my door with that kind of invitation, I might not be so forgiving, especially in the middle of the day!” I slammed the door shut, and went back to sleep.
At 8:00p.m. I felt a presence in my house, I had been awake for an hour or two, I reformed downstairs and saw the person I least wanted to see.
Bolero was beside the stairs, but didn’t turn until I spoke his name, for I had learned long ago how to hide my presence. “So, you decided to come see me instead after all. What did you do to your servant when you heard the bad news? Kill him? I know you hate bad news, or did you just tell him to leave before you did kill him?”
“Why must you hold old grudges? We could be friends you know.”
“That’s a laugh, friends, after all the fighting we’ve done, do you think I’ve forgotten the first time we fought, when you gave me this?” I lifted my chin and there, on the right side of my neck, right beside the holes from my turning, was a light scratch, then it had been much thicker. “Are you afraid of me now Bolero? After all these years?”
“I fear no one Brea, you should know that. I am still much stronger then you; just like the day you were turned. Faradon thought you would be so strong, maybe even stronger then me, but he was wrong, and still is, you will always be second, Always!”
“Then why make friends now? Get out of my house, you do not have permission to be here, and unless you want an early demise, you should heed my word.”
“I will only leave because it is wrong to intrude, but I will be back.”
“And if you do come back to MY house uninvited, you will not see another day, or should I say night, because that’s obviously the only time you come out. Maybe you don’t go out in the day because you’re not strong enough to handle it. Not my problem though, Goodbye Bolero.” He left without another word, and I went back upstairs. When I first was sired, I fought Bolero because he decided he wanted to prove to Faradon, the one that sired us both, that he was stronger then I. He won, but not by much. It didn’t convince Faradon, I hadn’t learned how to use my mind to fight yet, that’s something some few humans are right about, we can use magic, and with out even saying a word, all we have to do is want it to happen, and, if we are strong enough, our eyes flicker red, and it does. Faradon also wasn’t convinced because Bolero had said he would kill me, and he wasn’t strong enough to, He was only strong enough to give me the scar under my chin, that is all, and I did give him scars in later fights, though, he always won. Next time we fight though, I am not all that sure what will happen.
As everyone on this earth knows, I do not like to think about those matters, so, I leave the house, and look for prey. I spot a fourteen year old boy and decide not to take him; he deserves to at LEAST live to his twenties. I keep searching, and find a forty year old mother with her little girl, I let her live to take care of her children. Suddenly I wonder, how many of the people I have killed had families that still needed them, but lost them because I ended there lives to keep my seasoned life going? I go without a meal that night.
I decided to start wearing black again that night. It was to mourn for the people I had killed as meals. Sometimes I wish I had lost my soul when I turned. It would make it so much easier to take peoples lives. I decided another thing right then, I would pay another visit to Michael, and it wouldn’t just be for friendly conversation.


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