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As i float apon my prey, i feel the hot air arise from the body’s essence. My first taste of blood, troubled me in a scence of joyous aromas and tastes. Mabey it was my 100 years of rest i shared with my valvet coffin, or the intence build-up of my vauge determination to live up to my victoms fears and in some ways, their expectations.
My hate towards mortals, that Marious had so greatly forced upon my soul had taken a place within me. Our kind had to be kept secret, ruling out any questions from any individual. After feasting, we would burn our prey on a deserted beach in Southern California, without leaving a single track of our bodies. We walk away freeley, laughing in the face of death, and flying back to our richious domains before sunrise.
I could still taste the blood in my veins as i lay down to sleep, the deep stains still leaching on to my cape. Feeling my self slip away as i close my eyes, i think about my past.
**He is coming soon, bringing not only the end but a new beggining. Faces racing before my eyes, running, bleeding, crying. I wasn’t even trying to escape from the horror before me. I just stood there, staring into the darkness of the heavy clowds, covering the full moon, begining to make the entire world darkness. I warm cold pressence, like a swif of cold breaze took me by suprise and whisped me away to a back alley. I couldn’t see clearly, Who had baught me to this horrible place? I looked up, sheilding any atempted movements from my face. My vision became clearer as Marious aproached me, forcing me to the scared pavement. My breathing became un-steady as Marious cut a slit in his wrist of which he asked me to drink apon. Puzzeled yet at the same time tempted, i drank the blood, this sending me into a spiral of dizzyness. Marious sighed in a satisfied realeaf as he lowered my head back down to the ground. I lay there for a moment, watching marious slip away into the deepness of the night. Thinking , waiting , breathing. I was still breathing, although in a horrid scence. I felt stange as i stagered to my feat, like a entire new edition to the world - like i had been re-born. I stood facing the entrance of the alley, and walked my first steps into inmortalisation.
I sprung up, almost flying out of my coffin. Marious was sitting on the pale stool in the the corner, staring. “Hello Lastat”
“What do you want, i need my rest”
“What were you dreaming about?” Marrious rested his black, painted fingertips on the edge of my coffin
My eyes became narrow “My Victoms”
“Uh i see…” Marious looked into my eyes “You still have a few lurking emotions”
I questioned “Will they forever pass Marious?”
“No..being that you were once a mortal, you still have SOME human feelings, the reson being why you still seem to hesitate at the sight of the living”.
I sighed “Ohh..”
“You need your rest” Marious closed the lid of my resting “Goodnight…”