Confessions Of A Rabid Vampyre (Journal)

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Day 6-The Fade (August 10, 2014)

*nothing but a bloody hand print can be seen below*



http://www.mooncalfstudios.com/pathofth ... 63#p318963

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Day 7-The Fade (August 11, 2014)

*there is nothing here to suggest that this journal had been touched this day*



http://www.mooncalfstudios.com/pathofth ... 14&t=22258

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August 13, 2014.

Free from the Fade.

I never thought I'd get to say that. But here I sit. Free (somewhat), from the shadows that haunt me. Free from the oppression, and never ending and expanding darkness of the the shadowy realm I was thrust into. My body bears no witness to the crimes against it. I have been born anew.

Last night proved difficult to feed. My body has been weakened from it sojourn into the underworld. I will grow stronger. In this pace called Harper Rock, there is no other choice.

Eva-She traveled to the Fade for me. Twice. Surely there must be some favour I can do for her, for thank you, just doesn't seem like it is enough. I will have to find a way. I wonder if she will recognize me when she sees me. She has never seen me whole...which is a terribly odd thing to say. But absolutely true. I am no longer the shadowy wraith of myself.

It's time to find my place in this city.


P.S. I went to the alley I had seen the kitten in before I was ripped from this world, and found her huddled in a corner. She saw me, and it seemed like the life instantly came back to her. She came and sat at my feet, and I did what I should have done that very first day. I brought her home. Now she sits, full bellied and content on my lap as I write these words. She appears to enjoy her new home, and I have promised that I will keep her safe from harm.

Oh yes...I have named her Samantha. She seems to approve of the name.

P.P.S. I will have to try and figure out why visions of 'lady bits' keep infiltrating my mind. Like someone is purposely placing the images there.

Sick bastards.

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August 14, 2014.

Today...today I discovered the source of the strange 'lady bits' visions that have been thrust into my mind...

It started out with mere curiosity, and I found myself creeping into the home of my employer...Zodiac. She lay there, sleeping, like some ancient goddess of old. I had perched, like a stone gargoyle, ever silent, watching. Then, without warning, I found myself assaulted by images of gently bouncing pink and purple boobies, following me along with hungry nips, making nomnom noises as they tried to catch me. Needless to say...I was horrified.

Trying not to reveal my fear, I instead asked about her newest acquisition, which I was told was told was a very expensive bra. I should have known better. She then proceeded to speak of it's lifting and separating abilities. My attempt to distract her with talk of fuzzy underwear, and offers of calendar profits seemed to amuse her, but then...things took a very, very bad turn.

SHE TRIED TO FONDLE ME!!!!

Her damn shoes all over the floor made me fall, and her door refused to open..so naturally I made the choice for the only option that was left to me.

I went out the window.

Even as I fled, I could hear her laughing. Even as I ran in irrational fear, she wedged images into my mind. Images of things that will haunt me forever. Or..at least a few days.

I am sure more is to come...evil, evil woman.

P.S. Soon my gift to the citizens of Harper Rock will be here...joyous times indeed!

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August 16, 2014.


Art. Fashion. And cotton balls.

Last night I devised an out fit so ingenious, so magnificent, that it had to be shared. After liberating several drug stores of their bags of soft cottony goodness, (and Walmart for a case of Aylmer's white glue), I began the arduous task of placing each puff of softness upon my beautiful skin. (Note, should I attempt this again, cover up in cling wrap first.) It took about an hour to cover what skin I could reach (I'm just not a contortionist, so it ended up being backless), and there I had it...a one of a kind, perfect onsie of natural fibre happiness.

I am not quite sure,why while I walked to work, the humans of the city turned their heads to point and giggle in my direction. Do they not understand the epic power of shrub so magnificent, that it provides a breathable textile that has been in use since prehistoric times? A product so desired, that millionaires were made during the Industrial Revolution? None of them possessed the mental faculties to understand the joy that is a cotton ball. But I can't blame them, they are after all, just the unblessed.

P.S. Zodiac seemed to like my outfit a bit...too much. Every time I looked up from my desk, she was smiling in my direction.

I don't think I'll wear this to work again.

*a flattened cotton ball has been glued to the page below this entry*

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August 19, 2014.


I've done it! I have brought to the people of Harper Rock what they really need....extra appendages!

After some wheeling and dealing with the local sub-class, I managed to collect the funds needed for the shoppe. A quick trip to the property manager's office, and...voila! I've decided to name the shop after someone I heard of before...or was it a dream? Regardless, Gimble's Prosthetics and Medical Supplies has opened, and there are now extra hands for everyone!

The first day proved to me the need for such a service as well...the fishy smell wafting through the vents I share with my shop neighbour, is making me believe that there are some over there in need of new groins. (Note to self...send the new groins anonymously.)

Now, the real work begins...the creation of new limbs is a tedious and time consuming task after all....but I have the perfect idea as to how to create each work of art...I only hope no one looks in the back room. I don't think I could let them leave after that.

P.S. Samantha is growing quickly, and has taken to running off with the prosthetic fingers...silly cat.

P.P.S. I saw one tonight...a woman worthy of our Gift. I wonder if I can make the Dark Magicks work.

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August 20, 2014.


I received a gift today...a demon dolly. The note attached said something about creepy eyes upon me. But I'm not worried about that. It's hard to sneak up on a spider.

His name, is Chester Bennington. His his dark eyes...they seem to try to be stare into my soul, but I'm watching him.

Always.

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It grinned at me. Marie Laveau.

How she keeps such a beastie is beyond me. The fact she created it is even more disturbing.

goosh, hop, skitter,

There isn't enough brain bleach available to remove the horrifying image from my mind. My poor...poor mind.

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Curiosity...always ends up with me being shot!

There I was, on my way to take care of some....business, when she approached me...a woman who claimed to be an Oracle. A seer of fates and things yet to come. A pittance she asked for in exchange for what she knew, so naturally, I paid. I should have known there were things she held back. But alas...a curious vampyre, is a reckless creature. Things were going to happen in the world soon, she said. They'd wait for no one.... mortal...or immortal, so...off I went.

The problem isn't that I went, it's what I did along the way. An open window here, a door ajar there...and me...curious, as always. The building looked promising, and the information I had found during my spidering, told me that the treasures inside would be well worth my time. What I did not anticipate, was that the place would be crawling with parasitic humans, intent on protecting their master's domain. All that stood between me, and the precious elevator up, was what seemed to be one normal human, garbed head to toe in a black material unlike any I had seen before. Kevlar was like aluminum foil compared to this material.

Focusing, I activated my ability to predict another's movements. Who didn't want to know what someone was going to do before they actually did it? Slipping behind a nearby desk, I edge around,firing a series of blind shots in the general direction of the man. The guard was knocked backwards as a bullet hit him in the chest, but never even made a dent in the strange material. He attempted to fire back, but I dove, throwing myself tight against the wall, firing two more shots before ducking back into cover again. The bullet struck the man's shoulder, pushing him back a bit, but still not penetrating his strange armour.

The mutt then shot at me, emptying his entire clip in my direction, hitting my chest, but narrowly missing my heart. Focusing again, I cast an illusion of myself, hoping to confuse the man. Of course, my luck sucks as usual, and one of the bullets grazed me, but did no lasting damage. Using my vampyric speed I lunged, pushing the man into the wall, holding him in place with a forearm to the throat. His look of disgust said it all for me, and I lifted my gun, aiming it mere millimetres away from his hate filled face.

One clip later...and he slumped to the floor...dead. A pool of his life flowed around him, and I have to admit, it was better than live art. The man's walkie talkie beeped on his hip, and the announcement came through. Reinforcements had been alerted, and were on their way. Slipping from the building, I cursed to myself. Losing the prize is always disappointing. My spidering work had been for naught...but maybe, if my luck changed...whatever the Oracle knew, would soon be revealed to me as well.

So, here I wait. For what...I do not know.

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He shouldn't have told me to stop. And she...she shouldn't have threatened me. Something about spite and being a woman comes to mind...but, that in itself sounds terribly cliche.

So what if I used my vampyric powers to send a telepathic message? It is within my ability after all. That...and more. And...let's face it. Going to one of those internet cafes with their disease ridden keyboards, and beady eyed patrons leering at you is just NOT somewhere one wishes to spend any excessive amount of time. And...it was only an invitation. One would have thought the recipient would have been thrilled to receive a personal invitation, sent directly form the business owner, instead of some seedy PR group.

What can I say...no good idea...goes unpunished.

But being asked if I'm dumb? Being called rude? Uncalled for. Yes, one may think I'm a 'crazy biatch', as they so eloquently put it...but they know not even half of it.

They'd be mad too if they knew what I saw.

No one ever said permission was needed to use what the dark gods give you...so tonight...tonight I enforced that fact.

Concentrating, I used my ability to share my thoughts, thrusting the first image into the mind of LeviDAmico...


*thrusts an image of a glistening mushroom tip into his mind*

Take that! Worm dog. Don't ever call me dumb again!

Focusing again, I sent my second thought to Cinnamon Cherrywhip ...

*thrusts an image of a zombie with a rotten pecker viciously humping your leg, to the rhythm of the cheesy 70's porno music playing in the background*

Ha! That's for calling me crazy!!

I feel sorry for the zombie, but I'm sure someone will shoot him soon and put him out of his squishy brained misery. So now...now I wait. To hell with consequences....sometimes it's just too much fun being yourself!