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| First story ever written. Suks i know, but its about vampires and love!!!! |
SUBMITTED BY: brunrn1
SUBMITTED ON: November 12, 2009 |
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| Vampire |
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I hadn’t always enjoyed taking lives from the innocent, so I always stick to the more guilty of the crop. But sometimes, just sometimes I like the look of horror on an innocent person’s face just before I take his life. Call it cruel, unjust, call it what you want. The way I look at it is this, turn on the news, and tell me what you see. Little girl raped and killed by some psycho molester. Woman killed in crash by drunk driver. Terrorists strike again on innocent village. Innocent people are taken everyday in this world and it is pretty much to the point where it is expected. So why can’t I do the same. But like I said I only do it once in a while. It’s kind of like I’m a renegade against evil that is also evil. I know it probably makes no sense to you, but then again to truly understand my thoughts and feelings you must be inside my mind. A scary place, even for me at times. All the thoughts of killing and slaughtering, it seems to never want to end. But maybe deep down inside I don’t want to end. I think what attracts me more to the killing, besides the blood, is when my victim begs me not to kill him or her, or begs me for mercy, that’s my favorite one, mercy. If you want mercy go to church and pray to your god. Besides like I said most of my prey are guilty of some kind of punishable crime in one way or another so to me, in my eyes, they deserve what they get. So anyway as time went by,and by time I mean a real long time. I became quite fond of killing, besides the fact it was my way of survival. I’m sure you are thinking what kind of person or monster is this. Psycho serial killer, some sick bastard that gets his kicks from killing people and feeding off of them, just like the famous Jeffrey Damars. Well let’s put it this way, I’m not one of those. I have been on this earth for a very long time, long enough to see many things change in this world. Wars, new inventions, etc, I’ve seen it all. As you may have guessed, Yes I am a Vampire. Not like the vampires you may have read in books or seen on your television, I’m different, just like some people are different then other people. And by the way what you have seen and heard about Vampires isn’t all true. Whoever made up the rumor of Garlic being a weapon is purely an idiot. Coffins, well coffins are for dead people that get buried, not for someone just to sleep in. Holy water and crosses, well the water I can tell you does not work, and the cross or crucifix, well that can’t hurt either, I just don’t enjoy looking at them for obvious reasons of course. I do not need to avoid daylight or sun, although I hate both, I can’t stand the brightness and heat of it all. So I try to avoid daytime activities “killings” as much as possible. One thing is true of us however and that is we can be killed, how you ask. Well that I will not indulge to you because I’m no idiot. But what they have showed you in movies will not do the trick.
Enough of the lesson of vampires, let’s get back to the killings. Oh the wonderful killings. Just today I found this young woman walking by herself after grocery shopping, big mistake to begin with, besides me there are a lot of sickos out there. Well she was a beautiful woman, had to have been in her twenties. Now I hadn’t seen her before, and I wasn’t sure and it didn’t look like it to me but she didn’t seem like the guilty type of person that I usually go after. How do I know they are guilty, well it’s easy I am a hunter, I spy on my prey and watch their every move. I find what they are guilty of and then I punish them, my way of course. It’s a game to me. Well back to this woman. She looked so innocent I almost felt guilty of just the thought of slaughtering her. But that didn’t last long cause I was hungry and I need to survive just like everyone or everything else. I walked up to her and introduced myself to her, Oh my how rude of me I never even told you my name. It’s Bolevear very easy to pronounce ‘bowl, a vere’. She said ‘Hi I’m April’. After the introductions I offered to help carry her bags home, it seems she only lived a few blocks from the grocery store, that’s why she was walking. We finally get to her house and I bring the bags up to her apartment. I set them down and then I was going to make my move, I don’t mean sexually, I mean her life was going to be mine. As soon as I was going to she asked me to have a seat and she would get changed and make me a drink. The only thing I wanted to drink was her blood, which I could already smell and taste. I agreed, I don’t know why, I just sat there and waited, just like a regular guy waiting to get laid. Maybe that thought was exciting me, who knows. She really was very attractive. I guess it’s been a long time since I’ve really stopped and noticed a woman in that way instead of just food. A few minutes past and she came back out, but she was wearing what I can only describe as barely anything. She actually looked like she was modeling lingerie for me. Black stockings, see through top which really showed how well endowed she was and this thong that was just like a line of thread. She just stood there looking at me with these eyes, as if saying, what the hell are you waiting for. I just was amazed that this girl I had only met a few minutes ago was literally mine for the taking. She then looked down almost disappointed and said ‘I guess you don’t like what you see’ ‘Oh no believe me it’s not that’ I replied. ‘Well to be honest with you I never really have done this before, I mean not with someone I haven’t known before’ She said with a shy smile. I was so confused at this point, I wasn’t sure what to do, I wanted her blood, but staring at her I wanted her body even more. Well I could have the body and then feed from her, I could probably feed from her while I’m screwing her and she might not even notice. She came over to the couch and sat next to me. She started to kiss me and next thing I know she’s yanking off my clothes as if they were on fire. We had sex for what seemed like hours and I still hadn’t taken her blood. Why? What was it that stopped me from taking her life, besides the sex. I suddenly got my clothes back on in a hurry and told her I had to go, she wrote her number down and gave it to me.
On my way back home I still hungered but all I really could think about was her. But I still needed to feed, so I walked through the park which was always had a wide variety of ‘meat’ to choose from. I came across a homeless looking man lying on the bench and as fast as lightening grabbed him and started ripping at his throat like an animal, there was no chance for him to fight me off. Because the one thing you have heard about vampires is true we are extremely strong creatures, he was able to cry out for help from god, ‘ Well where is your god I screamed, He’s watching me devour your blood and soul’ ‘ That’s where he is’ Whenever something terrible happens or is about to happen they always cry out for God, and they expect this God to come down and save them from doom pain. After I drank the last drop of blood from my victim. I continued to walk the streets, even though it was still bright out. I wasn’t ready to go indoors.
I started to think about April, my god what the hell was going on with me, I should have just killed her. It’s like she put a spell on me and I can’t stop thinking about her. I reached in my pocket and pulled out her number. ‘I must call her and see her and take her life’ I thought to myself. ‘I can’t go on like this, this was not normal’ You see I know how I am being viewed by whoever reads this, a monster, a savage killing beast, and you know what your right. I am. However I wasn’t always this monster of the damned. I too before becoming what I am now, was in love. Very much so in love. I’m not going to go into a long sappy story about my past and so on. But right to the point, I had a very bad childhood, I wish those memories could be ripped from my mind but they cannot be. But When I became an early teenager I met a girl, Annie was her name, Oh she was beautiful, we fell in love as soon as we met, or so it seemed. We could not be separated from each other. Our love grew within the next few years, until one night, we were by this little stream where we use to sneak to without our parents knowing, so we can be alone. We never became intimate unfortunately, all we would do is kiss and laugh and it was glorious. Out of nowhere this man came from out of nowhere and grabbed me and the next thing I knew I awoke by the stream, Alone. My Annie was gone, what happened I tried to remember what had happened that night. I remembered a man grabbing me, but I can’t remember anything else after that. All I felt was this horrible pain on my neck, must have been where he grabbed me. But Annie, where is my Annie? I searched the woods screaming for her, but no response. I started feeling light headed and dizzy. I reached for my neck where the man grabbed me and it was wet, not with water but with blood. ‘Did he cut me’ I worried to myself. I ran home as fast as could, I wasn’t sure if I was dying or not. I looked at my reflection and saw my neck was really bleeding, I grabbed a rag and saw marks on my neck from where the blood was trickling out from. What the hell did this guy do to me. I looked closer and it actually looked like bite marks, like an animal did this to me, maybe it was an animal and Annie just ran away from it and hopefully was not harmed. I started to think a little more and the thought that entered my mind almost brought me to tears. No it couldn’t have been I replied back to my own mind. They can’t exist. I’ve heard stories of them, especially Vlad the impaler, everyone has heard that one, but I didn’t think they were true. Well my friends, yes they are true and we are real.
Well now you know how and what happened to me and as far as Annie I don’t know whatever happened to her. After I became what I was and the loss of Annie and my being what I was brought over so much anger and made me a violent killing machine. I think the reason why I actually avoided killing the innocent was because of Annie. But the guilty, well you know what I do to those poor bastards. Alright enough of my damn broken heart nonsense. Besides what is the use of talking about the pain if it won’t change what happened. Annie was gone and I was going to walk this earth alone until someone out there finally takes what is left of my life.
Anyway, I stopped and gave April a call, I had to do it. I needed to kill her for her to be out of my mind. She asked if I wanted to stop by her place, and have some dinner and of course I agreed. It was my intention all along to go there and have dinner, excuse the pun, but it was the truth. I arrived and she looked beautiful just like the first day I met her. Actually maybe even more. I just wanted to get this over with but she turned to me and asked me to sit down. Yet again like a fool, I listened. Then she turned to me and said’ Bolevear I hope you I hope you liked what I’ve prepared’ I couldn’t speak, I never told her my name, at least I don’t remember telling her my name. ‘Well you did tell me your name’ she said. Just like she read my mind and knew what I was thinking. Now I was even getting a little creeped out. ‘You told me your name a very long time ago Bolevear, don’t you remember?’ She asked. ‘What the hell is going on her’ sounding frightened and puzzled. ‘You really don’t remember, do you? She asked again. ‘Look a little bit harder and try to remember’ she insisted. ‘It can’t be, no, April, my April’ I think I actually had a smile on my face when I said that. ‘Yes Bolevear, it is me. That night when we were attacked by that, well, you know what it was, He bit you and took me away and made me into one as well. After several years of being trapped by him like a slave. I finally escaped, and was always hoping I could find you. And when I saw you approach me that night I couldn’t believe it was really you. I wanted to tell you then but I didn’t know what to do. Making love to you was something that I know I wanted to give you a long time ago and never did. But now we are both here and my pain can finally be gone and maybe yours can be too’ A tear fell from my eye, something I haven’t felt since I was a child. I guess she didn’t have a spell over me, maybe it was something in this black heart of mine trying to convince me that this was April or maybe this was just something to be happy about. I held her in my arms, I kissed her forehead, and said ‘I love you’ when I said that it seemed like I was young again and not this sick killer that I have been for so long. But the truth was I am still a killer, but now that I have April I have someone to share the pain with and now I don’t have to walk this miserable world alone. We shall walk it together and feed, because that is the only thing you can do when you are a Vampire. Kill. |
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