Scene 1
I watch the sun set on another day, it’s bright, yet i am so dark. I can now face the world for the following 12 hours. Tonight was so beautiful, peaceful in a way that is undiscribable to man. The battle of the human race in todays society was hurendous, hard, tough – i was glad i was not a part of it. I had enternal life – the ability to live forever.
But the enternal life that was unknown, only known to ‘my’ kind, a secret that haunts others, a curse that makes children crowch down and glace under their beds before getting tucked into bed for a nights sleep, but they find it hard to sleep, coz they’ve reed about us, heard about us, felt out presence.
As i walk down the deserted streets, i feel the strong brease hit my pale face. I smell the air, the smell of pain, lust, horror and misfortune. It stires me as i see a young man run past me holding a brown breif case and shouting for me to ‘run!’. I grab his hand, and watch the glisten in his horred eyes.’There’s a body in the alley’ He screemed. He seemed to stare at me, like i was a executioner begining to slave away at his prey. I let him go. He begins to run as the rain begins to fall from the dark, heavy sky.
I stare fasinated by the death lying infront of me on the pavement, as i begin closer, i notice a mark on the victoms neck, flowing with blood – my kind has been hear.
I cemetry was alive tonight, it seemed to be. I touched the gravestone at which my mother had parished when i was 6 months young. I could never remember my mother, nor what she looked like. For some the the greastest pain I’ve ever been through – This is of which- i remember my father, he was a drunk, addicted gambolor who had nothing better to do than get wasted on abuse and rape towards my self – his son. So i faught back – i gave him ‘times three’ affect to repay my hate and loss of dignity -and without thinking, i took his life.
My fedish for blood…made me realise my situation at the age of 12. My soul was controled by the devil but not my own. That didn’t bother me -as i was unable to fall into the trap of gods creachures and the way he takes impact on their lives. I was not going to join his world – a world of uncertincy and betrayal, a world that had not, nor never will, be proven. I refused to live by a set of comandments, that of whome i do not know! I can no longer feel pain, nor can i feel love, my obsesions have taken a hold on me, taken over my mind and my soul. My head swirls repeditly in continuess circles as the thaughts of my past life re-entre my head. As i neel towards the grave a hand apears on my shoulder, It is Marious.
He offers an understanding look on his face as we share funny stories about our deathly obsessions, and psychotic minds. The type horror stories you hear around a camp fire on a cold night. I tell him about my childish events that have taken place in my areana and the battles i have overcome in the past year. Marious was like a father to me. Helping and listening to my problems.
I cleared my throat as the red haze lifted from my mind. The thaughs of deep blood flooded my thaughts and i paused in depth conversation. I needed it now, i was craving it.
My Vampire Lust.