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"No gypsy, slut or doxy, Shall win my mad Tom from me, I'll weep all night, with stars I'll fight, The fray shall well become me. Still I sing bonny boys, bedlam boys are bonny, for they all go bare, and they live by the air, and they want no drink nor money." I hummed the chorus to Bedlam Boys as I walked down the cobblestone streets of London. The tall, black iron, lanterns littered the streets on both sides. Casting jumping, orange, pools of light on all who passed beneath them. I grinned as I continued to humm, a small black cane, clutched in my black gloved hand. It tapped rythmically with each step of my dark leather shoes. The souls worn thin, but holding strong.
The cold London wind blew, weather threatening to rain, a popular weather choice for all of England. My dark hunter green coat nipped at my ankles as it was blown against my body by the wind. My clothes were that of a respectable noble man, dark slacks, leather belt accompanied by an ornate, large, belt buckle, white dress shits, brown vest, and a dark almost blood coloered tie. My hair was long, and unruly. Temporarily restrained by a long leather strap pulling it into a small low ponytail.
My humming quickly melted into whistling as I scouted the streets. No one in London was half as awake as I was tonight. The drunks staggering from the bars, and the whores with their running make up and ripped coats. The business men who stayed late at the office working on numbers by candlelight. Silly saps, they'd work all day, all their lives, and when they die they've accomplished nothing, aside from giving birth to children, who will do nothign more in their lives than works. We are slaves to our jobs, to the rules of mortal life.
Most of us anyway. I however was an exception to the rule. I was a god, an immortal, with the pleasure to walk in this mortal world, and take anythign I wanted, whenever I wanted, and these poor, pathetic, slaves could do nothing but watch. I wa sa vampire, a child of satan, a demon in the darkness. I was most certainly a wolf in shepp's clothing. And tonight I was hunting.
I was completely aware of it all. Everything. The earth, the sky, I coudl hear the worms in the dirty, and the blood pumping through the heart of each and everything bum, and prostitue on the street. My dark, coal like eyes, glanced to every neck I could see, some were hidden by collars, or feather boas, some were exposed an docvered in unshaven stubbles, or dark purple hickeys from a previous job. These were hardly acceptable, I wanted, needed something more.
My cane tapped the floor, the clacks echoing in the silence. I had turned down a side road, a dark road, nearly an alley from disuse. It was the back of a small pub, I had had my eye on a small bar matron there a few weeks earlier. I had also had my teeth in her, I loved the way she tasted, like fresh lilacs in the morning. She had screamed, oh how I loved her voice. She would have made a magnificent singer. Instead she spent all her time in that dingy bar, handing out drinks, and havign her buttocks grabbed. that wasn't the life she wanted, so I took it away.
I leaned in close to the dingy glass, the warm candle glow poured through. I saw the new bar matron, nothing special. Her face was plain, and her figure like a pear. I wrinkled my nose in disgust and continued down the alley way. I could wait for the perfect kill. I had eternity.
I returned home. Or what was hoem for today. A large white washed flat, a few candles glowed in the downstairs windows. I didn't suspect my family to be home. Not at night anyway. My cane clicked up the stairs, as I walked towards the large, wooden, front door. I turned the handle with a black gloved hand, and it slid open easily. The house was quiet. I knew the candles flickered merely for show. There were no decorations, aside from those Dru had made. We hung those with pride as if they were something a child had made for his mother and dad with chalk and paper.
The furniture was covered with dusty, white sheets, the floor was unswept, and splashed with dark spots of dried, crimson, blood. I stepped over the fresher looking puddles, and made my way further inside the house. The door closed behind me with a creak. I heard the sadistic giggle float through the house, and the moans of pleasure. Drusilla and Spike were at it again, it was as if they never stopped ravishing one another. She had made him to be her pet, but the amount of her time he consumed, was enough to make me hot with anger. I clenched my hand aroudn the top of my cane as I ascended the stairs, bits of dust fell from the ceiling with their hot, passionate, efforts. The entire floor seemed to shake.
Yet, I continued to walk forward, I was headed to a bedroom a little more personal. I rapped on the outside of their door, until the screams of pleasure and pain stopped. "Get Dressed." I heard their ruffle of sheets. "We're going out. We'll hunt as a family." With that an evil grin spread across my pale, lifeless, lips. I didn't wait for a response, I knew they'd come, they had to. I continued to the door at the very end of the hall. A tiny ray of orange light shone from beneath the crack, I pushed the door open forcefully. There she was, lovely as ever. Skin the color of porcelin, face painted like a great ornate mask of beauty, her figure was amazing, and her long dress decorated her like the perfect dame.
"We're going hunting my love." I said dropping my cane in the door way as I rushed to her side. Taking her in my arms. Her skin was cool to the touch, and I adored her. My mother, the woman who made me, the one creature who understood everything I was, and could be. I loved her more than immortality, I loved her more than words could say. "Tonight we feast liek the gods we are, with you as our queen." My hands gripped her hips passionately, as we began to kiss.
The cold London wind blew, weather threatening to rain, a popular weather choice for all of England. My dark hunter green coat nipped at my ankles as it was blown against my body by the wind. My clothes were that of a respectable noble man, dark slacks, leather belt accompanied by an ornate, large, belt buckle, white dress shits, brown vest, and a dark almost blood coloered tie. My hair was long, and unruly. Temporarily restrained by a long leather strap pulling it into a small low ponytail.
My humming quickly melted into whistling as I scouted the streets. No one in London was half as awake as I was tonight. The drunks staggering from the bars, and the whores with their running make up and ripped coats. The business men who stayed late at the office working on numbers by candlelight. Silly saps, they'd work all day, all their lives, and when they die they've accomplished nothing, aside from giving birth to children, who will do nothign more in their lives than works. We are slaves to our jobs, to the rules of mortal life.
Most of us anyway. I however was an exception to the rule. I was a god, an immortal, with the pleasure to walk in this mortal world, and take anythign I wanted, whenever I wanted, and these poor, pathetic, slaves could do nothing but watch. I wa sa vampire, a child of satan, a demon in the darkness. I was most certainly a wolf in shepp's clothing. And tonight I was hunting.
I was completely aware of it all. Everything. The earth, the sky, I coudl hear the worms in the dirty, and the blood pumping through the heart of each and everything bum, and prostitue on the street. My dark, coal like eyes, glanced to every neck I could see, some were hidden by collars, or feather boas, some were exposed an docvered in unshaven stubbles, or dark purple hickeys from a previous job. These were hardly acceptable, I wanted, needed something more.
My cane tapped the floor, the clacks echoing in the silence. I had turned down a side road, a dark road, nearly an alley from disuse. It was the back of a small pub, I had had my eye on a small bar matron there a few weeks earlier. I had also had my teeth in her, I loved the way she tasted, like fresh lilacs in the morning. She had screamed, oh how I loved her voice. She would have made a magnificent singer. Instead she spent all her time in that dingy bar, handing out drinks, and havign her buttocks grabbed. that wasn't the life she wanted, so I took it away.
I leaned in close to the dingy glass, the warm candle glow poured through. I saw the new bar matron, nothing special. Her face was plain, and her figure like a pear. I wrinkled my nose in disgust and continued down the alley way. I could wait for the perfect kill. I had eternity.
I returned home. Or what was hoem for today. A large white washed flat, a few candles glowed in the downstairs windows. I didn't suspect my family to be home. Not at night anyway. My cane clicked up the stairs, as I walked towards the large, wooden, front door. I turned the handle with a black gloved hand, and it slid open easily. The house was quiet. I knew the candles flickered merely for show. There were no decorations, aside from those Dru had made. We hung those with pride as if they were something a child had made for his mother and dad with chalk and paper.
The furniture was covered with dusty, white sheets, the floor was unswept, and splashed with dark spots of dried, crimson, blood. I stepped over the fresher looking puddles, and made my way further inside the house. The door closed behind me with a creak. I heard the sadistic giggle float through the house, and the moans of pleasure. Drusilla and Spike were at it again, it was as if they never stopped ravishing one another. She had made him to be her pet, but the amount of her time he consumed, was enough to make me hot with anger. I clenched my hand aroudn the top of my cane as I ascended the stairs, bits of dust fell from the ceiling with their hot, passionate, efforts. The entire floor seemed to shake.
Yet, I continued to walk forward, I was headed to a bedroom a little more personal. I rapped on the outside of their door, until the screams of pleasure and pain stopped. "Get Dressed." I heard their ruffle of sheets. "We're going out. We'll hunt as a family." With that an evil grin spread across my pale, lifeless, lips. I didn't wait for a response, I knew they'd come, they had to. I continued to the door at the very end of the hall. A tiny ray of orange light shone from beneath the crack, I pushed the door open forcefully. There she was, lovely as ever. Skin the color of porcelin, face painted like a great ornate mask of beauty, her figure was amazing, and her long dress decorated her like the perfect dame.
"We're going hunting my love." I said dropping my cane in the door way as I rushed to her side. Taking her in my arms. Her skin was cool to the touch, and I adored her. My mother, the woman who made me, the one creature who understood everything I was, and could be. I loved her more than immortality, I loved her more than words could say. "Tonight we feast liek the gods we are, with you as our queen." My hands gripped her hips passionately, as we began to kiss.