Neville Silvanus is a twenty-five year old who left his family behind in the states. Why Canada? Why Harper Rock. Well, he was too good for his own britches and it was far enough away from his pesky younger brothers. One night, someone on the news rattled on about the mysterious on-goings here and it caught his attention; giving him the insight to go. It was some place at least, to stay and figure out what a young man was going to do for the rest of his life. He had no real place of residence and picked up a few jobs here and there for money to eat. Outside of that he kept to himself recording his journey within a small black journal.
Day Seventy-two: (10/11/2011) Headaches... my god I must be going insane. It has been less then 24 hours and I cannot get my bearings anymore. I ... these headaches. My neck hurts, my eyes, my head. I cannot even go to sleep it hurts. I can hardly type. Heh. typing! I wish I could find my notebook then I wouldn't have to type. That's it! I think I'm calling in sick tomorrow. They can find someone else to deliver the mail and light packages. I cannot function like this anymore. Save As: Journal: Neville Silvanus
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Hey boss man,
I feel terrible. I won't make it in tomorrow. There are no packages to deliver but tell Max to handle my route.
Day seventy-three: (10/12/2011) Today, I don't feel so terrible. Weak but not insane. I don't understand these sudden blackouts. I get so lost and I'm beginning to think that I should take the next train out of this town. Go back home for a while. See the doctor. Although, I've already missed the last three months of nice weather in Wisconsin and I'm sure my brothers will have to start shoveling the long driveway of the farmhouse soon. Heh. I shouldn't go back until spring or at least when there is less snow to move, but the money would be good.
By now my friends have to be back home. Boy will Mom and Dad be mad. 'Silas your going to boarding school'. Heh. Can they really force me into a militarized college? Not if I'm here.... and dad is too busy working to come and find me. 'Good riddance' He'd say and just throws up his hands. I'm sure one of those days in my youth he had been plotting to run me over with the tractor. Probably glad I'm gone. One less bratty mouth to feed. EDIT THIS ENTRY BEFORE I GO BACK HOME... Mom would kill me if I talked about Dad that way.
Anyway, since I'm feeling better and the clock reads quarter to three. I outta do something besides sit in this cafe. I wonder if that loading dock has received any juicy deliveries today. I should go find my notebook to. It has to be near one of the shops that I dropped packages at. I know I have a tendency to set it down with the package but I never leave it behind.
Day seventy-six: (10/15/2011) I had another epsisode. I blacked out and found myself standing outside of a warehouse building with this blank stare on my face. I don't remember how I got there. And this time I feel different. My headache is gone. Just. Gone.
It's been a few days since I've been able to get up and move around. I remember the gypsy's shop was the last delivery I made. I looked everywhere else for my notebook. She was there, but... what happened? Her place was a mess. Definately not like it was when I dropped off the package.
Man. I'm tired again. I must be getting sick. I need sleep.
Day seventy-eight: (10/16/2011) I barely made it here today. I have to be sick. I'm so weak, dehydrated. My skin is dry, rough, cold. Almost hurts to move and last night I threw up my dinner. It was not the best food anyway but...it makes me sick to think about it. I should go home.
-Signed off...
Day seventy-eight: (10/16/2011-few hours later) I nearly took a detour into the hospital on the way back towards the boss-man's place. I don't know who else to go to. I have no friends here. I'm too sick to go home. I snuck up into the back of one of the trucks at the loading dock, laid down on an empty wooden palate and some bum grabbed me out of nowhere. He scared me so I bit him. I don't know why I just lashed out and bit him hard on the tender spot of his thumb and forefinger. He...he smelled good. Tasted good. I couldn't fight the feeling and I thrust my weight against him as he fell backwards and bit into his arm. A strange tingling pulsed through my veins as I bit down hard sucking the life from the smelly man. Then stopped short to shove myself off of him. I... what did I do? He lie limp. What was wrong with me! I'm sick. Really sick. I murdered someone! A man. He scared me but I could not stop it. I could not... I could go to jail. What if someone finds out! What if ...'Shfit+UP Arrow' delete text. 'Click' Create new journal entry
Day seventy-eight: (10/16/2011) Something is wrong with me. Very wrong.
Day Eighty-two: (10/20/2011) Another few evenings have passed and I had to have something to eat. I had to get out of the building and quit wasting away the day. I cannot stand it. I feel like I did before; hungry and weak just like when I attacked that bum who snuck up on me. The cops have probably been writing a report on the guy and looking for prints by now. What am I going to do? I have not gone back there since that night but I managed to find live food again. In the slums part of town. It was easier this time and I felt better afterwords.
I'm starting to remember things. 'Eye of the Zodiac' the sign in the window read. I went to see if my small black notebook was there. That book is very important to me. It has all my customers information for deliveries and letters to send back home since I got here in August. She was crying, just lying there on the floor and it looked like someone ransacked the place. I figured it was one of those thugs and went to help her. We got to talking. Then she was mad. Really mad. She lashed out in anger and I didn't understand why. Before my feet could make it through the door she had me paralyzed. Like I did to that bum. But he was dead! What's wrong with her? What did she do to me? I'm not...dead.
-Signed off...
Day Eighty-three: (10/21/2011) I stopped off at the casino on my way here and knocked out another one of those street thugs that have been taking over. I remember the night when the gang came to town. They were everywhere. Empty buildings, casinos, and the clubs. Shaking down trash like that was a real treat. I never knew what they were carrying on their person and who cared if one ended up in the hospital. At least it made it easier for the cops to pick them up. I saw a one the moment I walked into the building. You could easily identify her in the dingy jacket and less then pleasing clothing. She was ready to lift another wallet from an elder women at the slot machine. Well. I watched and let her do her work then snuck up, knocked her to the ground and took my share. She tried to stab me. So I kicked the small knife from her hand and collected it. It was not very big but...it would do if I ran into another one of the bigger guys.
Day Eighty-four: (10/22/2011) I rushed away as soon as I could. What was that thing? I mean... he.. it.. was not like that skinny female gangster I robbed in the casino. I hurt it too but I didn't mean to. I was just sleeping there.
Well.. okay. let me step back. You already know that I have no real place to sleep here and after wrestling with that chick I wandered out across the street playing with my new knife then fell into an open sewer. You think I would jump down there myself! Something brushed passed my feet and before I knew it the lid closed! I was stuck. You think I have enough strength to lift the cover? Well, I tried and it did not budge much. What can I say though I could not even climb the rope in gym class let alone try to move a manhole cover.
So I walked and walked in the wet tunnels followed a few T sections and crossed a large open area until I finally saw some light. I had never been in this part of town so I wandered around a bit more. Heck, I didn't even know we had a supermarket or I would have come this way more often. Or even took a job at the fire department washing trucks or something. Anything is better then getting paper cuts from delivering mail. I tried to find my way back home and got tired so I ended up napping inside an empty building for a while.
And this is where I woke up. That thing was overtop of me drooling gross stuff, gripping my jacket. I was half asleep when I pulled that small knife out and jammed it right between his eyes. Oh he didn't like that. Fell clear over and stopped moving eventually. Heh. I RAN. FAST. Found my way out of the sewer that I came in on and through to a different side of town but I finally made it out. What was that thing? It looked almost like a zombie from resident evil. Man.. now my brothers would love to see one of them. I should find a camera.
Day Eighty-three: (10/23/2011) I met a girl with pink hair. At first she just stared at me like I was dinner or something. She called me rude for not saying too much and knew all about the gypsy women who bit me. Said her name was Zodiac and that I should go see her again, even offered to go with. I really do not want to but she said I should. Said that I am 'family' now. I'm so used to talking to myself here I forget what it's like to have other folks around. My family is back home with two little brothers, my dad, mom. Even our cat pebbles. Can I have a family here too? Oh ye, the girl. Her name is Aura. She seemed nice to talk to.
-Signed off...
Day Eighty-four: (10/24/2011) Zodiac...Aura was going to go with me to meet her but she found me first. She started off annoyed. Then got upset that I had run off for so long. I...couldn't help it and eventually apologized since well.. I do not know what I'm doing here anyway. Zodiac calls me her 'boy childe' I don't mind it much. I like having a mother again except she can do some wicked tricks unlike my mom back home. She said I will learn them too since we are alike. I'm not sure if this is good or not yet, but I know she also encouraged me to kill more of those zombie-beings and gave me a map to find my way back to her shop. It might be nice to help her around the place, if anything, clean it up if it's not already. I won't have anything else to do since I obviously cannot go back to the boss-man. What if he is still looking for me?
Day Eighty-five: (10/25/2011) My head...I have not had a headache in a few days now, maybe a week. It has been so long I do not remember when the last one was but today for a short hour, I felt fuzzy like something is blocking my ability to think. I could move around just fine. On my way here I ran into a small group of people. I was minding my own business of course when one decided to jab me in the shoulder. So..I had a snack. Heh. I'm starting to get the hang of the way I can conceal my dinner, I moved right on out of the pack without a hint of a scream. Just propped the poor sucker up against the wall where he stood.
Oh. I signed into check on the family before writing this and now I know why I felt so funny. Maximus boasted about playing a nice 'harmless' joke on my mind... so pick on the new guy. Heh. One day. Just one day.
Day Eighty-four: (10/30/2011) Can't a guy get any sleep around here without being pestered, poked or prodded. So some jack*** clobbered me good inside the vacant warehouse. What do I look like the local punching bag or something? Oh and even better...what good is a hospital around here when you need one? I must have a few broken ribs because this hurts worse then the time when Micky tossed me out of the farmhouse. Doc told my mom that all I had was a few bruised ribs and fractured pride. Little brothers; they are such a chore. I should have gotten allowance just by waking up to them in my room. This hurts much worse. Yea, it hurts to inhale. Not like I really need to anymore. Force of habit I guess. Anyway...I cannot sit here for much longer. I stopped by the home and let them know what happened. I guess I'll send an email to the douche to figure out what his problem was then go find a place to rest.
Day Eighty-four: (10/30/2011-few hours later) Attempting to sleep on crates with broken ribs is not comfortable. I even took off my jacket to use as a side cushion but that did not help. I think a spider crawled into my ear too. If I could rest knowing I would not wake up with another mystery wound that would be nice. So I came back here to bore you more with my complaints and I see the boxer actually replied to me.
From: Xan_Krieger Subject: Why I hurt you Message: I thought that was the goal of the game, to rob and feed off humans and fight other vampires. As a result I was skirmish attacking everyone I came across. Game. He thinks this is a game? What is he talking about? Heh. Guess I should go update the others.
Reply: Subject: Re:Why I hurt you Thanks for writing back. (Additional OOC note snipped for journal)
