Path of the Vampire forum

...1 Hour After Sunrise::
...Home::
...Tired and Content::

So much has happened, journal, I hardly know where to begin!...Well, I suppose I should begin by explaining the mess of my last entry.

I HATE HUNTERS!

I was shot in the head not once, not twice, but three times only minutes after each recovery I made! Do you know how weird it feels to be nearly brain dead for well over 16 days in a row? I think there are still blood stains in the Temple where I was huddled up and drooling on the floor. I hope my sire didn't happen to see me in such a state. I can hardly remember anything at all at the time, but I know I was looted for whatever cash I had been carrying before that first bullet pierced my skull.

Another thing: Washing twenty three days worth of blood and grime off in the shower...not a pretty sight.

Anyway, my head is now on straight (so to speak) and I've learned to tread lightly from now on. The city is at a higher alert than I ever remember, and I feel like it won't be long now before hunters begin shooting people at random on sight. After that painful experience, I've also decided it was time for me to stop loitering at random places and finally buy my own apartment.

Journal, you have no idea how awesome it is to have my own place! I even have it fully decorated, and I must say, I am greatly loving it! I'll admit there is a lot of liquor glasses on the bar table, which looks bad at first, but, oh, journal, I haven't come to the best news just yet! That's right, journal, I have someone here to share all of this delightful alcohol I've splurged on!

I've turned someone. No one knows, yet, but he is a friend I've made recently and he's quite nice! He's very nurturing in a way and he tends to take care of me like second nature, which is pretty backwards in terms of a traditional sire-childe relationship. I really can't help it, journal, I make a terrible sire, so I lucked out with Sky. The only reason why I turned him, truthfully, is because I want him. I want him forever. He's such a great friend and I'm too selfish to leave him as a fragile mortal with an expiration date.

So, he's staying with me! He's fallen asleep already. He's got his arms wrapped tight around my waist and he looks so precious. He insists that he can't sleep without me and I find that to be endearing, though he also insists on trying out the Jacuzzi later, which isn't surprising in the least! He coaxed me into paying extra money to install that thing, you know! I got so excited about having an apartment that spent more than I've ever had before! I believe its worth it though.

I feel very warm and cozy right now. This is honestly one of the best days ever and I know the evening will be even better!

Good morning, until sunset.

...3 Hours Before Sunrise::
...Home::
... .........::

It took me a while to get here. Clambering out of that abandoned apartment building full of the homeless, the drunk, and the high proved a lot more difficult in my disoriented state. I staggered to the transit, dropped in a few blood smeared coins and took a seat where I closed my eyes to avoid the curious and worried glances of the passengers closest to me who could see my blood soaked clothing littered with holes. The pain of these wounds were nothing.

I stumbled off the train, pushed by hurried passengers, but shuffled on across the street to the apartment building where Sky and I live. That horrible feeling further sank into my gut as I took the elevator up, the mother of the child on board scrutinizing me with her gaze. My own amber, dragonian eyes weren't in any way welcoming either. If anything, I probably looked like a wounded animal pressed into the corner of the elevator car.

Dragged from the elevator by my own growing fear, I headed for my apartment. I don't know what I was expecting when I reached my door, but I was definitely not expecting it to be open. Panic consumed me whole just as quickly as I stepped over the threshold . The smell of blood was heavy in the air and caused me to hurry through the hall, seeing no signs of struggle at first until I approached the bathroom. The deep red carpet was nearly black where the blood had soaked it. It was just...everywhere! Splatters decorated the walls, more of it was pooled on the bathroom tiles. Everything smelled like Sky, the scent tainted slightly with those I did not recognize. This is Sky's blood.

"NO!" the hollow cry was full with denial, voice thick from the lump that formed in my throat. Everything blurred as the tears welled up and wet my lashes and I shook my head at the sight. "NO!" Turning, I made haste to leave the apartment as quickly as possible. I would not settle on the worst possible conclusion. I would go out and look for him. He had to have escaped somehow. He's grown so much stronger since when I had first turned him in such little time. He couldn't have been taken down so easily! There was no trace of ashes here, so he had to have escaped!

Out on the streets, I stumbled about and called his name as if he would somehow hear my voice rocketing off the buildings. People looked at me with pity, many look at me as if I were insane. I didn't need any of them. I needed Sky. The one reason why I turned him at all is because I need him. I need him forever. He's supposed to be mine. He's supposed to be by my side at all times and save me from the emptiness I've known of this life. He couldn't just leave me alone!

"SKY!"

I brushed past the bodies of curious pedestrians and was pushed back, falling to the ground with little left in me to fight back. These bullet wounds weren't going to heal for at least a couple of more days. I tried to gather myself up when I saw the blood at my finger tips, blood that stained the pavement. God. This is...Sky's blood. It decorated the ground in a large amount of space, signifying a greater struggle. I could only look upon it in horror, lifting my hand to see words dragged across the pavement in this very blood:



This unfinished message stabbed at the wounds of my heart and I completely broke down. They took away what remained of my sanity.

I found a book...Sky's journal...I haven't opened it yet. I don't know what to do at all...I had been barely hanging on before Sky came along and now I feel like I'm out of my mind. How long will I have to live like this without him? Its so difficult for a mystic to come back. What if he never comes back? What will I do? I turned him to always be with me...now I'm alone. Irony hurts, journal. I don't know if I can do this. I feel more alone than I have felt before...

...18 Hours Before Sunrise::
...a club::
... Meh::

I'm active early this evening. I've been sleeping at the Temple these past few nights because the halls of my home have been echoing with emptiness. I haven't seen Sky since he came back. It's funny, journal...I hardly recognized him at first. He looks completely different. He's blond now, you know. However, it was the greatest day of my unlife when he came back to me.

He's gone away again, though. I've went looking for him...but I can't seem to find him...

So, here I am sitting at a table in a busy club. The crowd somehow soothes me. I feel less alone in places like this. Maybe I'll get lost in that crowd and never emerge from its depths? I'm hoping to find a bit of enjoyment in there, at least...or maybe my next meal.