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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ashrem Bayle" data-source="post: 777682" data-attributes="member: 3103">Gabriel flinched when he heard Qadir mention the graveyard...Darkness...cold darkness....a hunger no mortal has ever known... the smell of earth.... and blood...buried alive....blood...what was that?... another body?.... the blood!.... He tore into the creature beside him. The beast roaring through him…. He ripped and tore at the poor creature. It seemed no more than a ravening beast in a human shell. Gabe tore at its throat, and shivered in ecstasy as the warm life-blood poured forth, mixing with the earth to form a bloody mud.There was another...it tore at his arms and chest, trying to reach his heart. He roared in pain and fury, but in the cold embrace of the grave, none heard it but himself and the bloodthirsty creature tearing at his flesh.  Dirty encrusted fingernails tore a gash in his cheek, but not before he sunk his fangs into the creature's wrist.... oh the blood...Moments later, the other creature was dead.The hunger sated, he screamed and tore at the earth around him. He had to get free. Tears of vitae streamed down his already blood smeared face. Had to get free! His hands tore through the dirt, his fingernails broken or torn off in his panic, and then suddenly he felt the cold air of night. His arm broke the surface of the earth, and his screams echoed through the cemetery. From the womb of the earth, another of the damned was born.Gabriel jerked back to the present. He looked hard at the sheriff. "They are not, and never have been, my allies...I wish only that the one responsible for my creation were alive tonight.... so that I may tear his......" He realized that the emotion was getting to him, and he took a moment to compose himself. Though not necessary, he took a deep breath of the cold night air. He still gave in to mortal habits on occasion. "Lets just go..."</blockquote>

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