izillama
First Post
*Clover walks onto the stage. There is a vein clearly throbbing at her temple, though it is unclear as to whether it is aggravated blood pumping through her undead body or just an unwilled action brought on by months of inactivity and the approaching holiday season.*
*Stoic and dramatic* Once upon a time, I died. I was cut down in the prime of my youth, forced to take on the responsibility of a creature I thought only existed in the darkest of tales. And the most unreal of tales. Who would have thought? Vampires? In Denver? Absurd!
And yet, somehow true.
And on Halloween night in my 18th year, I was brought to death: Because I had seen too much.
Of course, I guess I got luckier than a couple of others I knew. A priest, Father Koln, was also turned that night... into a babbling moron. I suppose he must have been a wise man in life. But in death? Oh God. Please forgive my impatience with his idiocy. Lunacy. I know it's not his fault. But... please.
And then there's Ruby. She was Amish and very simple in life. And... well... she's just very simple in death, too. It's like she's never seen the world before. And I guess she hasn't. Everything amazes her! She's like a hyperactive puppy... or kitten. It's irritating, but at least I can talk to her.
Lacey wasn't there at the beginning. We met her later. And oh... what can I say about Lacey? *thinks* I think it would be better if I didn't.
And what would be newfound supernatural responsibility without the obligatory bad guys to take down? Other vampires: Shooting at us! Hunting us down! And for what? For a man Koln and myself never knew? Because he got it into his damned head that it would be great to turn us?
This was Prestor. Hey! You know what would be fun? Let's turn a Catholic priest and the brightest mind of her generation into vampires! Wheee!
Ok, maybe that's being a bit too liberal with titles. Koln is, after all, some sort of martial arts master Catholic priest... guy. And I may be bright, but it actually then is pretty absurd that I would have even gotten myself into this situation. Maybe that's called irony? I don't know.
But really! Was it too much to ask to be left alone? To be left to our own devices? Especially me! What the f*** did I have to do with any of this crap in the first place, damnit!?
*composes herself* In any case, and now it's the holiday season again. It's nice to see the city by night, as a vampire. All the pretty lights. All the colors. We're up so late, we even get to see them turn off again. But while they're on, it's nice. It's peaceful.
There are lots of crowds, too. In the malls and shopping centers. So many hundreds of people each night going about their consumer-driven quest to find the one. And so, we too can find the one. Really. Out of the hundreds and hundreds of shoppers, who misses one face out of the crowd while they get dragged down a back alley for a little snack? So many of them are already buzzed. They don't even realize what's happened.
Mortals are so foolish. So oblivious. To be on this side of the fence--to be able to see this side of the night--it's almost interesting, from the standpoint of a scholar-turned-vampire. How fragile the human race really is. How stupid they really are. How thick-headed and blinded by goals. So blinded, in fact, that the sheep don't even realize that the wolf is among them until it's too late.
But I digress. Probably, by the end of the Christmas season, our quest still will probably not have progressed. Most likely, anyway. And so, to all those out there who would care to hear me out--to listen to reason--I offer this advice.
Watch your backs. We do.
*Stoic and dramatic* Once upon a time, I died. I was cut down in the prime of my youth, forced to take on the responsibility of a creature I thought only existed in the darkest of tales. And the most unreal of tales. Who would have thought? Vampires? In Denver? Absurd!
And yet, somehow true.
And on Halloween night in my 18th year, I was brought to death: Because I had seen too much.
Of course, I guess I got luckier than a couple of others I knew. A priest, Father Koln, was also turned that night... into a babbling moron. I suppose he must have been a wise man in life. But in death? Oh God. Please forgive my impatience with his idiocy. Lunacy. I know it's not his fault. But... please.
And then there's Ruby. She was Amish and very simple in life. And... well... she's just very simple in death, too. It's like she's never seen the world before. And I guess she hasn't. Everything amazes her! She's like a hyperactive puppy... or kitten. It's irritating, but at least I can talk to her.
Lacey wasn't there at the beginning. We met her later. And oh... what can I say about Lacey? *thinks* I think it would be better if I didn't.
And what would be newfound supernatural responsibility without the obligatory bad guys to take down? Other vampires: Shooting at us! Hunting us down! And for what? For a man Koln and myself never knew? Because he got it into his damned head that it would be great to turn us?
This was Prestor. Hey! You know what would be fun? Let's turn a Catholic priest and the brightest mind of her generation into vampires! Wheee!
Ok, maybe that's being a bit too liberal with titles. Koln is, after all, some sort of martial arts master Catholic priest... guy. And I may be bright, but it actually then is pretty absurd that I would have even gotten myself into this situation. Maybe that's called irony? I don't know.
But really! Was it too much to ask to be left alone? To be left to our own devices? Especially me! What the f*** did I have to do with any of this crap in the first place, damnit!?
*composes herself* In any case, and now it's the holiday season again. It's nice to see the city by night, as a vampire. All the pretty lights. All the colors. We're up so late, we even get to see them turn off again. But while they're on, it's nice. It's peaceful.
There are lots of crowds, too. In the malls and shopping centers. So many hundreds of people each night going about their consumer-driven quest to find the one. And so, we too can find the one. Really. Out of the hundreds and hundreds of shoppers, who misses one face out of the crowd while they get dragged down a back alley for a little snack? So many of them are already buzzed. They don't even realize what's happened.
Mortals are so foolish. So oblivious. To be on this side of the fence--to be able to see this side of the night--it's almost interesting, from the standpoint of a scholar-turned-vampire. How fragile the human race really is. How stupid they really are. How thick-headed and blinded by goals. So blinded, in fact, that the sheep don't even realize that the wolf is among them until it's too late.
But I digress. Probably, by the end of the Christmas season, our quest still will probably not have progressed. Most likely, anyway. And so, to all those out there who would care to hear me out--to listen to reason--I offer this advice.
Watch your backs. We do.
