yay insomnia!
This is a re-write of a short story i wrote a long time ago. Some of you might remember it. Input would be apreciated, though keep in mind that was five thirty when i started the re-write.
"Your first night as a vampire will be more invigorating than any other experience in your life, and you will experience more ecstasy than any human could hope to feel in the deepest throws of passion." He remembered well the words of that man. The man that embraced as he would his own child. The man who opened his eyes to the light that is to be found in the darkness. The man that made him the creature he is this night. He remembered the words he spoke, and remembered disregarding them as little more than a sales pitch. How very wrong he was.
Wisps of smoke still rose from the recently extinguished candles as memories of that night rose from the depths of his memory. The memories as vivid as a film. He let the images take him away to relive that night as he had so many times before.
He awoke to the sensation of every muscle and every joint being on fire. It passed as suddenly as it came, but still he didn't rise. He lay there for a minute trying to remember what had happened. The last thing he remembered was taking out the trash after work, and a man was waiting for him. Before he could remember any more he realized he must be in the alley behind the bar, he rose as quickly as his stiff joints would allow him. Thinking of what went on in this alley always disturbed him and now he was on the ground. Whores turning trix, addicts shooting, snorting and smoking, well dressed men, "taking care of business", as they called it. He had interrupted all of them and none of them stopped for longer than to make sure he wasn't a cop when he did.
The stench of the rotting trash rose to his nostrils, stronger than ever before. The smells of sex and drugs, ground into the walls and pavement over the years came next. The smell that came last, and strongest of all was blood. Not the old blood of the alley, though there was much of that. It was the smell of fresh blood, flowing free and warm. Not knowing why, acting on pure instinct, he ran to it.
The city was a labyrinth of back alleys and dead ends. Growing up in not the best neighborhood gave him the advantage of knowing the shortcuts, and the ways to not be seen. He was getting closer. Two lefts, then a right. Jump the fence then head straight for two blocks and make a final right.
As he turned the corner the smell hit him in the face like a brick. The smell filled every inch of him. The strength of the smell filled the alley so intensely he could not pinpoint the source. Scanning the alley he saw her behind a pile of old newspapers and trash bags. A beautiful young girl of no older then sixteen. She was ashen faced and breathing in shallow gasps. She would be dead in minutes.
The image registered in his mind and something stronger than instinct took over. He covered the distance between them in long steady strides. He was on her in moments. Though every cell of his being screamed to drink, he hesitated. Not out of guilt, or pity. He knew that he should savor this moment.
Pressing his body close against hers he drew deeply upon her scent, wanting to remember it for the rest of his long years. He stared into the deep gray eyes of a dying girl. Flawless skin whiter then the first snow. Slowly he lowered his mouth to the wound. The feeling overtook him and he sucked hungrily on her flesh. He experienced bliss more powerful and all encompassing then he had ever felt before in his life, or ever would in the future.
Letting out a long sigh he collapsed in carnal ecstasy, still on top of the girl, who was no longer breathing.
In a far off land he thought he heard clapping. Pulled back into the realm of the fully aware the clapping was confirmed. Jumping to his feet he looked around, searching the shadows. "Who's there, Show yourself!"
Walking from the shadows as if her a part of them came the man that would be known as his father. He spoke in a slow silky voice, clapping all the while, "What did I tell you about your first night as a vampire?"
p.s. new sinister icon
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"Your first night as a vampire will be more invigorating than any other experience in your life, and you will experience more ecstasy than any human could hope to feel in the deepest throws of passion." He remembered well the words of that man. The man that embraced as he would his own child. The man who opened his eyes to the light that is to be found in the darkness. The man that made him the creature he is this night. He remembered the words he spoke, and remembered disregarding them as little more than a sales pitch. How very wrong he was.
Wisps of smoke still rose from the recently extinguished candles as memories of that night rose from the depths of his memory. The memories as vivid as a film. He let the images take him away to relive that night as he had so many times before.
He awoke to the sensation of every muscle and every joint being on fire. It passed as suddenly as it came, but still he didn't rise. He lay there for a minute trying to remember what had happened. The last thing he remembered was taking out the trash after work, and a man was waiting for him. Before he could remember any more he realized he must be in the alley behind the bar, he rose as quickly as his stiff joints would allow him. Thinking of what went on in this alley always disturbed him and now he was on the ground. Whores turning trix, addicts shooting, snorting and smoking, well dressed men, "taking care of business", as they called it. He had interrupted all of them and none of them stopped for longer than to make sure he wasn't a cop when he did.
The stench of the rotting trash rose to his nostrils, stronger than ever before. The smells of sex and drugs, ground into the walls and pavement over the years came next. The smell that came last, and strongest of all was blood. Not the old blood of the alley, though there was much of that. It was the smell of fresh blood, flowing free and warm. Not knowing why, acting on pure instinct, he ran to it.
The city was a labyrinth of back alleys and dead ends. Growing up in not the best neighborhood gave him the advantage of knowing the shortcuts, and the ways to not be seen. He was getting closer. Two lefts, then a right. Jump the fence then head straight for two blocks and make a final right.
As he turned the corner the smell hit him in the face like a brick. The smell filled every inch of him. The strength of the smell filled the alley so intensely he could not pinpoint the source. Scanning the alley he saw her behind a pile of old newspapers and trash bags. A beautiful young girl of no older then sixteen. She was ashen faced and breathing in shallow gasps. She would be dead in minutes.
The image registered in his mind and something stronger than instinct took over. He covered the distance between them in long steady strides. He was on her in moments. Though every cell of his being screamed to drink, he hesitated. Not out of guilt, or pity. He knew that he should savor this moment.
Pressing his body close against hers he drew deeply upon her scent, wanting to remember it for the rest of his long years. He stared into the deep gray eyes of a dying girl. Flawless skin whiter then the first snow. Slowly he lowered his mouth to the wound. The feeling overtook him and he sucked hungrily on her flesh. He experienced bliss more powerful and all encompassing then he had ever felt before in his life, or ever would in the future.
Letting out a long sigh he collapsed in carnal ecstasy, still on top of the girl, who was no longer breathing.
In a far off land he thought he heard clapping. Pulled back into the realm of the fully aware the clapping was confirmed. Jumping to his feet he looked around, searching the shadows. "Who's there, Show yourself!"
Walking from the shadows as if her a part of them came the man that would be known as his father. He spoke in a slow silky voice, clapping all the while, "What did I tell you about your first night as a vampire?"
p.s. new sinister icon
<3