Book Thing........
This post isn't really a post, more of my crappy vampire book-thing. Now the lead characted was named Vincent Lansing, but I didn't like that name, so I'll leave it up to you people-things to give suggestions. I plan to add to the story weekly, but who knows. Anyways, leave comments!
Intro
Waking up in a pool of your own vomit and urine is not something to look forward to; unfortunately, it's a recurring event for me. I, ----- -----------, have led a life of pure waste. Alcohol, women, eating, and sleeping are all that I have known. Well, at least until a fortnight ago. That's when that bastard approached me. With his promises, his fucking promises that brought up this hell. I don't know why I accepted his offer, hell, living your life drunk and sleeping with random women that you don't know their name the next morning, isn't a bad life. What'd I give to be normal again.
Prologue
"What do you say? A life without worries....hunger...pain...and death. I can give it all to you, all with your permission."
I looked at this man like I'd gazed at my bastard parents when they left me on the stoop, except, with more love. He was asking me to give up mortal life, for no price at all, unless you count a bite to the neck. "Vampires aren't even real, you're just some disillusioned freak who craves human blood. Goddamn full moon, all the fuckin crazies are out." I said to him, with the last to myself, while looking into his eyes unsure if I believed what I said myself. He looked normal enough, a little high and mighty, but normal enough. Except for his eyes, which were crimson, though I assumed he had gotten into something in the woods, he was as normal looking as I am. If you could call that normal.
"You know I am what I claim to be, I see it in your eyes. Half fear, half hope, all wonder. Now come to me, and become what you desire."
I stepped towards him and he touched me. As soon as his hand touched my flesh I went numb, I couldn't move at all, and then it happened. I felt his fangs tear into the soft flesh of my neck.
"Wake up --------, its time to live your new life, the life that I gave you."
He stared down at me as he said this. I began to flutter my eyes, the world looked different to me now, it was as if the sun was out, but it was still night. I could sense it. My sight wasn't the only thing that had changed, I felt stronger too, a lot stronger. Then I felt a hate like no other surge through me. I wanted to kill that man, the man that turned me. I wanted it, I needed it, I lusted it. I stood up and looked at him. I could do it right then, he wouldn't expect it. Before I was bitten I had no clue how to kill a vampire other then a stake through the heart, and unfortunately I was all out. But with becoming one, I also new my weaknesses, all of them. All it would take was a bite. If I bite him as a vampire, not only would he die, I would take his strength as well.
"How do you feel?" "Peachy."
"Good, now follow me."
He turned and started to walk away. It was the chance I wanted, and I took it. I rushed up to him, and bit. I will never forget his scream. The scream of a being feeling pain from hell itself, a pain from someone they trusted. I liked it.
Chapter 1
(3 Months Later)
I killed that bastard right after he bit me. I enjoyed it. I hate death, yet I enjoyed killing him. I looked at the people in the lounge, wondering their stories. Knowing that no matter how much I wanted to let someone know mine, it would cause chaos. No, it's better not to reveal the truth. Humans, as I did when I was, believed that there are no such things as monsters, and yet they shared stories of these monsters. They believe that vampires cannot be in the sun, or see their reflection, that we must drink blood to survive, and of all things, sleep in coffins. All of these are ridiculous. Though they were right regarding the stake through the heart, so humans must have known vampires existed once, how else would they be able to contrive this fact. But they know nothing else of a true vampire.
A true vampire does not need blood to live; we eat, just like you do. We sleep in beds, carry on our lives like humans, or as close as possible. We cannot bear children, though we can still enjoy the act of sex. Our senses and abilities are heightened, we cannot fly, nor do we turn into bats. Each vampire has an animal that they can morph into, though I do not know my own. We are immortal, and I hate knowing I won't die painlessly.
I got up from my chair and proceed to my room in the inn I was staying in. After I was bitten, I traveled from city to city, from Moonsworth to Combree, and now Valard. When I arrived at my room, I lied on my bed, and slept a sleepless, horrible, sleep.
The next morning I gathered my belongings, which consisted of a bag of miscellaneous items, and left town. Valard is a mountain town, not very big, which I assumed the obvious of space on a mountain is a little hard to come by. I reached the foothills about midday and decided to rest. I knew wandering out in the wild alone was dangerous. The wild held it's dangers, even for a vampire, and it should not be taken lightly, especially concerning the fact that I was unarmed. I lay down in the grass staring up into the sky contemplating my next decision. I was beginning to regret my decision to trek on foot and not buy a horse. I lay there for hours, I remember waking up at dusk to the catalyst of the oddest chain of events, minus my turning, that I can recall.
"Fucking drunks, always lying out in the middle of where they don't belong."
I slowly pried open my eyes. I didn't remember getting drunk and I didn't have that pleasant 'you've been drunk' feeling you tend to get after a night of drinking.
"What's your name?"
I looked at the man questioning me, not even realizing he was questioning me blankly, all I could think about was food.
"GOD DAMNIT!! ANSWER MY QUESTION!"
He kicked me in the gut, which in turn, brought me back to painful reality. I curled up into a ball and held my abdomen.
"------" I found myself answering him. I brought myself up to my knees and stayed in that position. Something told me it wasn't a good idea to stand up.
"Well, well, well, he's in reality at last. What are you doing here? Answer me swiftly or you'll regret it this time."
"Last time wasn't regretful enough?"
The man laughed, it sent shivers down my spine, though; it could have been the cold. I'm not sure.
"Good point, now answer."
I wasn't sure what to say to him, should I make something up or just tell him the truth, that I had no clue in hell of where I was or what I was doing. Actually, I knew what I was doing, some human was bullying me, but I couldn't tell what I was going to do, until I was doing it. I decided that it was in my best interest after all just to sit there and do nothing or say nothing. Which, as usually ensuing all of my decision, I instantly regretted.
Chapter 2
I woke up a few hours later tied to a pole in what seemed to be a garden shack. Slowly my senses came back to me and I started to assess my current situation. Looking around the shack I noticed there wasn't much to it at all, a door, two windows, and a recently used plow. I could tell from the fresh dirt still clinging to the glittering blade. For hours I tested the bindings that help me captive, hoping for something to give, something to work with but to no avail. Giving up I lowered my head and drifted to sleep.
Intro
Waking up in a pool of your own vomit and urine is not something to look forward to; unfortunately, it's a recurring event for me. I, ----- -----------, have led a life of pure waste. Alcohol, women, eating, and sleeping are all that I have known. Well, at least until a fortnight ago. That's when that bastard approached me. With his promises, his fucking promises that brought up this hell. I don't know why I accepted his offer, hell, living your life drunk and sleeping with random women that you don't know their name the next morning, isn't a bad life. What'd I give to be normal again.
Prologue
"What do you say? A life without worries....hunger...pain...and death. I can give it all to you, all with your permission."
I looked at this man like I'd gazed at my bastard parents when they left me on the stoop, except, with more love. He was asking me to give up mortal life, for no price at all, unless you count a bite to the neck. "Vampires aren't even real, you're just some disillusioned freak who craves human blood. Goddamn full moon, all the fuckin crazies are out." I said to him, with the last to myself, while looking into his eyes unsure if I believed what I said myself. He looked normal enough, a little high and mighty, but normal enough. Except for his eyes, which were crimson, though I assumed he had gotten into something in the woods, he was as normal looking as I am. If you could call that normal.
"You know I am what I claim to be, I see it in your eyes. Half fear, half hope, all wonder. Now come to me, and become what you desire."
I stepped towards him and he touched me. As soon as his hand touched my flesh I went numb, I couldn't move at all, and then it happened. I felt his fangs tear into the soft flesh of my neck.
"Wake up --------, its time to live your new life, the life that I gave you."
He stared down at me as he said this. I began to flutter my eyes, the world looked different to me now, it was as if the sun was out, but it was still night. I could sense it. My sight wasn't the only thing that had changed, I felt stronger too, a lot stronger. Then I felt a hate like no other surge through me. I wanted to kill that man, the man that turned me. I wanted it, I needed it, I lusted it. I stood up and looked at him. I could do it right then, he wouldn't expect it. Before I was bitten I had no clue how to kill a vampire other then a stake through the heart, and unfortunately I was all out. But with becoming one, I also new my weaknesses, all of them. All it would take was a bite. If I bite him as a vampire, not only would he die, I would take his strength as well.
"How do you feel?" "Peachy."
"Good, now follow me."
He turned and started to walk away. It was the chance I wanted, and I took it. I rushed up to him, and bit. I will never forget his scream. The scream of a being feeling pain from hell itself, a pain from someone they trusted. I liked it.
Chapter 1
(3 Months Later)
I killed that bastard right after he bit me. I enjoyed it. I hate death, yet I enjoyed killing him. I looked at the people in the lounge, wondering their stories. Knowing that no matter how much I wanted to let someone know mine, it would cause chaos. No, it's better not to reveal the truth. Humans, as I did when I was, believed that there are no such things as monsters, and yet they shared stories of these monsters. They believe that vampires cannot be in the sun, or see their reflection, that we must drink blood to survive, and of all things, sleep in coffins. All of these are ridiculous. Though they were right regarding the stake through the heart, so humans must have known vampires existed once, how else would they be able to contrive this fact. But they know nothing else of a true vampire.
A true vampire does not need blood to live; we eat, just like you do. We sleep in beds, carry on our lives like humans, or as close as possible. We cannot bear children, though we can still enjoy the act of sex. Our senses and abilities are heightened, we cannot fly, nor do we turn into bats. Each vampire has an animal that they can morph into, though I do not know my own. We are immortal, and I hate knowing I won't die painlessly.
I got up from my chair and proceed to my room in the inn I was staying in. After I was bitten, I traveled from city to city, from Moonsworth to Combree, and now Valard. When I arrived at my room, I lied on my bed, and slept a sleepless, horrible, sleep.
The next morning I gathered my belongings, which consisted of a bag of miscellaneous items, and left town. Valard is a mountain town, not very big, which I assumed the obvious of space on a mountain is a little hard to come by. I reached the foothills about midday and decided to rest. I knew wandering out in the wild alone was dangerous. The wild held it's dangers, even for a vampire, and it should not be taken lightly, especially concerning the fact that I was unarmed. I lay down in the grass staring up into the sky contemplating my next decision. I was beginning to regret my decision to trek on foot and not buy a horse. I lay there for hours, I remember waking up at dusk to the catalyst of the oddest chain of events, minus my turning, that I can recall.
"Fucking drunks, always lying out in the middle of where they don't belong."
I slowly pried open my eyes. I didn't remember getting drunk and I didn't have that pleasant 'you've been drunk' feeling you tend to get after a night of drinking.
"What's your name?"
I looked at the man questioning me, not even realizing he was questioning me blankly, all I could think about was food.
"GOD DAMNIT!! ANSWER MY QUESTION!"
He kicked me in the gut, which in turn, brought me back to painful reality. I curled up into a ball and held my abdomen.
"------" I found myself answering him. I brought myself up to my knees and stayed in that position. Something told me it wasn't a good idea to stand up.
"Well, well, well, he's in reality at last. What are you doing here? Answer me swiftly or you'll regret it this time."
"Last time wasn't regretful enough?"
The man laughed, it sent shivers down my spine, though; it could have been the cold. I'm not sure.
"Good point, now answer."
I wasn't sure what to say to him, should I make something up or just tell him the truth, that I had no clue in hell of where I was or what I was doing. Actually, I knew what I was doing, some human was bullying me, but I couldn't tell what I was going to do, until I was doing it. I decided that it was in my best interest after all just to sit there and do nothing or say nothing. Which, as usually ensuing all of my decision, I instantly regretted.
Chapter 2
I woke up a few hours later tied to a pole in what seemed to be a garden shack. Slowly my senses came back to me and I started to assess my current situation. Looking around the shack I noticed there wasn't much to it at all, a door, two windows, and a recently used plow. I could tell from the fresh dirt still clinging to the glittering blade. For hours I tested the bindings that help me captive, hoping for something to give, something to work with but to no avail. Giving up I lowered my head and drifted to sleep.
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