Post by Nightshadë on Feb 23, 2010 20:08:18 GMT -5
The Enternal
I’m a vampire. I’m eighteen. I have lived for over one hundred years. My name is Katilo, but very few receive the chance to call me by my true name. I am a lone vampire drawn to towns and cities in search of, blood. It is my immortal food and the one thing I crave. I do not kill, I do not harm, I do not play with my food, I do not make a fool out of myself. I have the strength of twenty men, no I can beat the strength of twenty men. I can take ten bullets before I am ‘weak’. In these times I refuse to make more vampires, they make more and the whole things gets… overcrowded.
The word vampire is not the modern times horror creatures looking for their next victim. I am no serial killer. I am effected by the sun, but I don’t burn, nor do I turn to ash. I don’t take part in church services, only because I choose not to not because I can’t. No, I cannot fly, but I can jump at heights an Olympic athlete would never manage to do, even with steroids. I drink blood, the warm salty river in your veins. I am not dead, but I am different. I have a pulse and I do bleed and feel pain. I drink blood because I cannot sustain my own, I bleed more then humans do, but I heal quicker too.
I was created by a vampire named, Derin. He gave me this curse that I am to live with until I die. Yes, until I die. I am immortal but alike Derin I will learn to hate life and take my own just as he did. When I was changed it was not willingly, I had a life of a poor family and yet I loved it. Derin had become the man in the village that was rich, popular, and gorgeous. He and I made friends and I soon became his wife, but it went all wrong. A vampire is not made because of a bite, but a blood transfusion and it takes a lot of blood. Human blood tries to destroy the vampric blood cells and fails, virtually killing the person, but rather the opposite of nature they are given new life and senses. Darin gave me his blood while also draining me of mine, and since he was from a long pure line of vampires my strengths rivaled only his any other vampire could not touch me, they were to weak compared to me, they were mutts and I was pure.
I enjoyed the strength I had, and the other things being a vampire came with, until the urge to kill came. I laid in my bed for weeks feverish and pale. I did not know what was wrong with me, Derin had killed himself and I was forced to learn how to help myself alone. I almost died, would have, except a young boy had broken into my house and I ended up killing him, and draining his corpse.
I have limited my killings, but I am not perfect nor do I try to be. I kill sometimes when I loose control or I know the person will die soon and painfully. I don’t just kill, I can heal. I can heal the many human infections my body cannot catch, AIDS, HIV, Cancers, mental retardation. I can heal these like I have in the past, but I do it for a select few who I believe can do great things if they were given the chance. I was able to heal many legends and heros of the human race.
My name, many ask me of my name, and so many few never come to learn it. I care for it as much as I care for getting shot in the butt, which on many occasions I have been. I have been called many things under the moon, some I don’t care for. My name, presently, is Michelle Burchwood.
What else? I am sterile, and it drives me mad. I have gone to the ends of the earth to find anyway to make it possible to bear my own daughter I was deprived of ever doing, and yet vampire males can sire a child with a mortal and yet the women cannot have our own children.
My life has been an endless search of possible ways to cure my, curse. I don’t pray even if I have seen reincarnations of god, which humans have killed because the person was different. I have saved a few and they have gone to lengths to kill me after I did so, humans are faulty, yet I was proud of them when they finally got the courage to retaliate against the British in the Revolutionary war, I was not about to help them I wanted them to be able to win freedom without my help but more vampires sided with the Americans and I believe it was the only way they were able to defeat the red coats.
This moment in my life is full of cravings. I need human bllod not because I need it to eat, but to supply myself with blood because I can’t sustain my own, like I said before and I hate repeating myself. I can digest food, I need it to eat as well as blood to survive, water I do not need I get it from my human prey.
I remain unnoticed in a large crowd, I look normal, I am a wolf among sheep. As of right now, I stalk a young couple, the only people, on the beach. I plan to greet them and walk with them until the girl leave to pee, I have been watching her every move and the way she walked like a broom is shoved up her butt leads me to believe she has to pee badly. I run along the side of the beach and stop about ten feet behind the couple sweating, yes I sweat and I can force myself to whenever I please, I whipe my hand across my forhead and walked up to the couple “HAve either of you got water? I ran out of mine a mile back and really need some.” I look dehydrated, and in a sense I am from my lack of blood, my eyes are dark not their normal light grey color.
“Um, here. Excuse me hun I really need to find myself a place touse the restroom.” She bolts off to a small hut where I can see a restroom sign ever though it has to be a mile away. I walked along side the man and I can see him twitching with fear, he knows some things off about me. Some mortals can do this, I’ll have to make my move now before he screams. Slowly I run my hand through my hair and speak to him “I’m going to drink your blood, I will let you live if you don’t yell. I am a vampire and you will not remember me when you wake up to your girlfriends face. You will have a bad headache and probably have a sore spot on your neck.” I tackle him. He will not be in pain, because I make it tolerable but to the ones who do not help me stay hidden I make it agony to drink from them and they cry and beg with me, this man lets me do as I please.
As I let my saliva leak into the wound and close it, I let him go and hear the girlfriends sprinting the mile when she comes from the backroom, quickly I wipe the blood from my mouth and yell “Some things wrong! He collapsed!” I watch her run the mile in record speed as she comes and dials 911. I simply watch and marvel at the relationship the man and woman have together. She cradles him in her arms as she waits for the police. I know he has no mark from me and no blood has spilt, I am very careful and can see better then twenty dogs can, plus I see in color. I have fangs, yet mortals never see them unless they are unlucky enough to find me when I am, thirsty. My fangs pull up when I feel no more of a prey drive and look more like sharp teeth, but as I have a prey drive they come further out and they hurt only a moment as they cut my flesh and only then do they look like daggers hanging in my mouth, sharp and pointed about an inch long, I use them to break the skin and cut the veins within the human, or animal. My saliva has my DNA, like everything else and only a little bit of it can heal small wounds like my fang marks. Large wounds need a small amount of my blood. A transformation needs many pints of my blood.
As the EMS come and take the man and woman away, I can only feel sorry they will have to pay medical bills for what I did. Maybe I’ll send them a gift, a couple grand. I am rich now, I have been able to save money for over a hundred year, I lost count after a hundred and stopped worrying about my age.
As I think about the two people I ran into on the beach I think about previous relationships I’ve had with men and women alike. Vampires are known more then bloodsuckers, we have to courtesy to be called seductive bloodsuckers. How thoughtful, despite the name I haven’t given myself away much. Very few have I cared about in my life. After I was turned into this monster I am I can recall only one man ever slept with, his name was Howard. The last name has never some to me, I watched him die of cancer before it was discovered. He was thought to be a mystery and was studied only long enough to be killed by the treatment given to him, which was to drain his blood. Back then they thought blood wasn’t special it served no purpose. I disagreed and had to watch my only loves life force drained from him, I had never drank from him, I refused to. Call what you wish but I have compassion.
The waves on the beach bring me back to a state of feeling. I forgot I have been walking on the beach and now the tides have risen, my ankles are soaked when only an hour ago I was a foot from the waters edge. Slowly moving away from the ocean I stride up the long path to the parking lot where my mustang sits in wait. The blue four door sports car has been with me for two years now and I have learned to love it. I have the chance to own cars people can’t buy yet, but I chose an older car with style. The ride is smooth and I trust it, sure I can afford a Ferrari but I don’t trust it like I do my old mustang.
As I sit in the leather interior hands on the warm wooden wheel. I stick the keys in the ignition and let the car warm up before I drive off. I fly by red lights and go over a hundred on the highway. Cops don’t bother me, I have never been given a speeding ticket. My eyes can hypnotize the mushy human brain into anything I want them to do, some are harder then others and some don’t fall for it.
My house, ah the large mansion. I have windows everywhere, I enjoy the moonlight. Sunlight is another story, it is very irritating and I can’t do the things I can at dark. It burns my eyes slightly and makes me queasy if I am to active in it. I have a day house and a night house, this being my night house as it is around 8 pm now and the sun is retreating into the horizon, slowly.
I have nothing I plan on doing, I have friends the kind that don’t see me as what I am, just a high school drop out who’s daddy struck oil and left it all to his spoiled little girl when he died. The story is all fake of course, I never was spoiled and my father never struck oil. Plus my father died a long time ago, along with my whole family. As of family, I know my relatives, they came to the US. They are living well, not poor anymore but not quite rich either. I have met them in person and wish to speak with them often, to influence them, yet I cannot.
I lay on the couch under the moon light, my skin reflecting the moons soft rays of light. Wondering what to do tonight, it will be long. I don’t sleep during the night I sleep in the day when the sun is the highest in the sky and I’m so physically drained I can’t stay awake. This is another curse, it kills me to not be able to lay in the suns rays.
I slowly roll on my side and stare at the fabric on the couch, laying here I slowly drift into my thoughts. No longer am I that reckless young vampire who could find every way possible to entertain myself at night. Bow I usually lay here and soak up my whole life until the sun relieves me of this torture.
I glance at the clock. It’s around midnight now and I have yet to leave my house and find something to do. Yawning and stretching each muscle I get up and grab my car keys and walk from my front door. Pausing at the garage door I sigh and grab my mustang driving towards the city, to mess with the minds of mortals has no more fun, sometimes I enjoy toying with the more reckless of them and watch them crumble under my stare, others cry and ask me ‘What are you!’ I tell them and knock them out, they will not remember who I am when they awake and if they do they shouldn’t let me know about it.
Slowly I glance at the faintly glowing blue digital clock, 3:58 about the time I make my usual hunting trip…
I’m a vampire. I’m eighteen. I have lived for over one hundred years. My name is Katilo, but very few receive the chance to call me by my true name. I am a lone vampire drawn to towns and cities in search of, blood. It is my immortal food and the one thing I crave. I do not kill, I do not harm, I do not play with my food, I do not make a fool out of myself. I have the strength of twenty men, no I can beat the strength of twenty men. I can take ten bullets before I am ‘weak’. In these times I refuse to make more vampires, they make more and the whole things gets… overcrowded.
The word vampire is not the modern times horror creatures looking for their next victim. I am no serial killer. I am effected by the sun, but I don’t burn, nor do I turn to ash. I don’t take part in church services, only because I choose not to not because I can’t. No, I cannot fly, but I can jump at heights an Olympic athlete would never manage to do, even with steroids. I drink blood, the warm salty river in your veins. I am not dead, but I am different. I have a pulse and I do bleed and feel pain. I drink blood because I cannot sustain my own, I bleed more then humans do, but I heal quicker too.
I was created by a vampire named, Derin. He gave me this curse that I am to live with until I die. Yes, until I die. I am immortal but alike Derin I will learn to hate life and take my own just as he did. When I was changed it was not willingly, I had a life of a poor family and yet I loved it. Derin had become the man in the village that was rich, popular, and gorgeous. He and I made friends and I soon became his wife, but it went all wrong. A vampire is not made because of a bite, but a blood transfusion and it takes a lot of blood. Human blood tries to destroy the vampric blood cells and fails, virtually killing the person, but rather the opposite of nature they are given new life and senses. Darin gave me his blood while also draining me of mine, and since he was from a long pure line of vampires my strengths rivaled only his any other vampire could not touch me, they were to weak compared to me, they were mutts and I was pure.
I enjoyed the strength I had, and the other things being a vampire came with, until the urge to kill came. I laid in my bed for weeks feverish and pale. I did not know what was wrong with me, Derin had killed himself and I was forced to learn how to help myself alone. I almost died, would have, except a young boy had broken into my house and I ended up killing him, and draining his corpse.
I have limited my killings, but I am not perfect nor do I try to be. I kill sometimes when I loose control or I know the person will die soon and painfully. I don’t just kill, I can heal. I can heal the many human infections my body cannot catch, AIDS, HIV, Cancers, mental retardation. I can heal these like I have in the past, but I do it for a select few who I believe can do great things if they were given the chance. I was able to heal many legends and heros of the human race.
My name, many ask me of my name, and so many few never come to learn it. I care for it as much as I care for getting shot in the butt, which on many occasions I have been. I have been called many things under the moon, some I don’t care for. My name, presently, is Michelle Burchwood.
What else? I am sterile, and it drives me mad. I have gone to the ends of the earth to find anyway to make it possible to bear my own daughter I was deprived of ever doing, and yet vampire males can sire a child with a mortal and yet the women cannot have our own children.
My life has been an endless search of possible ways to cure my, curse. I don’t pray even if I have seen reincarnations of god, which humans have killed because the person was different. I have saved a few and they have gone to lengths to kill me after I did so, humans are faulty, yet I was proud of them when they finally got the courage to retaliate against the British in the Revolutionary war, I was not about to help them I wanted them to be able to win freedom without my help but more vampires sided with the Americans and I believe it was the only way they were able to defeat the red coats.
This moment in my life is full of cravings. I need human bllod not because I need it to eat, but to supply myself with blood because I can’t sustain my own, like I said before and I hate repeating myself. I can digest food, I need it to eat as well as blood to survive, water I do not need I get it from my human prey.
I remain unnoticed in a large crowd, I look normal, I am a wolf among sheep. As of right now, I stalk a young couple, the only people, on the beach. I plan to greet them and walk with them until the girl leave to pee, I have been watching her every move and the way she walked like a broom is shoved up her butt leads me to believe she has to pee badly. I run along the side of the beach and stop about ten feet behind the couple sweating, yes I sweat and I can force myself to whenever I please, I whipe my hand across my forhead and walked up to the couple “HAve either of you got water? I ran out of mine a mile back and really need some.” I look dehydrated, and in a sense I am from my lack of blood, my eyes are dark not their normal light grey color.
“Um, here. Excuse me hun I really need to find myself a place touse the restroom.” She bolts off to a small hut where I can see a restroom sign ever though it has to be a mile away. I walked along side the man and I can see him twitching with fear, he knows some things off about me. Some mortals can do this, I’ll have to make my move now before he screams. Slowly I run my hand through my hair and speak to him “I’m going to drink your blood, I will let you live if you don’t yell. I am a vampire and you will not remember me when you wake up to your girlfriends face. You will have a bad headache and probably have a sore spot on your neck.” I tackle him. He will not be in pain, because I make it tolerable but to the ones who do not help me stay hidden I make it agony to drink from them and they cry and beg with me, this man lets me do as I please.
As I let my saliva leak into the wound and close it, I let him go and hear the girlfriends sprinting the mile when she comes from the backroom, quickly I wipe the blood from my mouth and yell “Some things wrong! He collapsed!” I watch her run the mile in record speed as she comes and dials 911. I simply watch and marvel at the relationship the man and woman have together. She cradles him in her arms as she waits for the police. I know he has no mark from me and no blood has spilt, I am very careful and can see better then twenty dogs can, plus I see in color. I have fangs, yet mortals never see them unless they are unlucky enough to find me when I am, thirsty. My fangs pull up when I feel no more of a prey drive and look more like sharp teeth, but as I have a prey drive they come further out and they hurt only a moment as they cut my flesh and only then do they look like daggers hanging in my mouth, sharp and pointed about an inch long, I use them to break the skin and cut the veins within the human, or animal. My saliva has my DNA, like everything else and only a little bit of it can heal small wounds like my fang marks. Large wounds need a small amount of my blood. A transformation needs many pints of my blood.
As the EMS come and take the man and woman away, I can only feel sorry they will have to pay medical bills for what I did. Maybe I’ll send them a gift, a couple grand. I am rich now, I have been able to save money for over a hundred year, I lost count after a hundred and stopped worrying about my age.
As I think about the two people I ran into on the beach I think about previous relationships I’ve had with men and women alike. Vampires are known more then bloodsuckers, we have to courtesy to be called seductive bloodsuckers. How thoughtful, despite the name I haven’t given myself away much. Very few have I cared about in my life. After I was turned into this monster I am I can recall only one man ever slept with, his name was Howard. The last name has never some to me, I watched him die of cancer before it was discovered. He was thought to be a mystery and was studied only long enough to be killed by the treatment given to him, which was to drain his blood. Back then they thought blood wasn’t special it served no purpose. I disagreed and had to watch my only loves life force drained from him, I had never drank from him, I refused to. Call what you wish but I have compassion.
The waves on the beach bring me back to a state of feeling. I forgot I have been walking on the beach and now the tides have risen, my ankles are soaked when only an hour ago I was a foot from the waters edge. Slowly moving away from the ocean I stride up the long path to the parking lot where my mustang sits in wait. The blue four door sports car has been with me for two years now and I have learned to love it. I have the chance to own cars people can’t buy yet, but I chose an older car with style. The ride is smooth and I trust it, sure I can afford a Ferrari but I don’t trust it like I do my old mustang.
As I sit in the leather interior hands on the warm wooden wheel. I stick the keys in the ignition and let the car warm up before I drive off. I fly by red lights and go over a hundred on the highway. Cops don’t bother me, I have never been given a speeding ticket. My eyes can hypnotize the mushy human brain into anything I want them to do, some are harder then others and some don’t fall for it.
My house, ah the large mansion. I have windows everywhere, I enjoy the moonlight. Sunlight is another story, it is very irritating and I can’t do the things I can at dark. It burns my eyes slightly and makes me queasy if I am to active in it. I have a day house and a night house, this being my night house as it is around 8 pm now and the sun is retreating into the horizon, slowly.
I have nothing I plan on doing, I have friends the kind that don’t see me as what I am, just a high school drop out who’s daddy struck oil and left it all to his spoiled little girl when he died. The story is all fake of course, I never was spoiled and my father never struck oil. Plus my father died a long time ago, along with my whole family. As of family, I know my relatives, they came to the US. They are living well, not poor anymore but not quite rich either. I have met them in person and wish to speak with them often, to influence them, yet I cannot.
I lay on the couch under the moon light, my skin reflecting the moons soft rays of light. Wondering what to do tonight, it will be long. I don’t sleep during the night I sleep in the day when the sun is the highest in the sky and I’m so physically drained I can’t stay awake. This is another curse, it kills me to not be able to lay in the suns rays.
I slowly roll on my side and stare at the fabric on the couch, laying here I slowly drift into my thoughts. No longer am I that reckless young vampire who could find every way possible to entertain myself at night. Bow I usually lay here and soak up my whole life until the sun relieves me of this torture.
I glance at the clock. It’s around midnight now and I have yet to leave my house and find something to do. Yawning and stretching each muscle I get up and grab my car keys and walk from my front door. Pausing at the garage door I sigh and grab my mustang driving towards the city, to mess with the minds of mortals has no more fun, sometimes I enjoy toying with the more reckless of them and watch them crumble under my stare, others cry and ask me ‘What are you!’ I tell them and knock them out, they will not remember who I am when they awake and if they do they shouldn’t let me know about it.
Slowly I glance at the faintly glowing blue digital clock, 3:58 about the time I make my usual hunting trip…