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Posted: **23 Nov 2011, 21:12**

HHHHHHHHHAAAAAHHH!!!

The breath of life. It was large and painful. He choked and coughed and rolled over from laying up to curl in a fetal position. He was entirely dazed... things were out of focus. It was sunset, and he could hear dogs barking in the distance. He was not far from town.

He craved blood. Craved it so. It took all of his might to hide in the shadows through the buildings of the street filled with people to not be seen. The bright light was unbearable, and he needed refuge. He found an entrance to the sewers and took shelter there.

He could not stand it any longer. He needed to feed. He was near death once more, drained of blood and absolutely shivering in agony.

He sat down, back to a brick, slimy wall, feet nearly touching the trough of the watery waste that flowed through. A famished rat scuddled up, nibbling his fingertips on his left hand for food, squeaking in delight. He couldn't feel it. The rat crawled into his hand, making his way up to his still arm.

The hand collapsed on the poor creature. His eyes were hazed over with no emotion. The rat cried and cried as the boy lifted the rodent to his mouth, canines protruded outwards, and punctured the flesh of the small beast.

Crunch.

It felt like heaven, ecstasy, drugs. He lingered on the taste, the joy. His eyes closed, his mind entranced by the feeling of warmth, life, satiation. His head rolled around as his teeth dug into the defenseless creature, now growing more quiet. It was simply intoxicating and arousing.

He was so... hungry... it was pain and delight.

Posted: **23 Nov 2011, 22:39**

He crawled into a dead end, hoping no one would find him or take revenge on him. This time, he hoped not to die, for he longed so much for the taste of the red vitae. He was so aroused by the idea, the taste... the taste... thick, salty, rich, thick...

He looked at his hand where the rat was nibbling... there was a spot where the small creature broke the skin. He took the finger and licked it so delicately. He was so aggravated that he had no pulse, because the blood would not come out. His agitation made him suck on his finger, even bite it. He gnawed at himself, longing for blood. He felt pain, but pleasure overrode his actions. If he had blood to, he would have an enveloping sensation leading to an erection. But because he could not, the pain grew more and more stimulating and unbearable. Life was teasing him. Life… the “friend” he just got reacquainted with. His muscles tensed in pain, the blood flowing without a pulse. Thank God for vasoconstriction. Even then, it was unbearable.

The pain in his body… the shivers that ran down his spine…

The world of the sewers was easier to see in, much more bearable in contrast to the sun setting in the world above after getting out of the realm of shadows…

Posted: **23 Nov 2011, 22:42**

He was able to regain his conscious voice and the strength to think only slightly. He needed to assess the situation.

He looked down to his gut. He put his hand to his stomach and lifted it up. It reeked of spoiled blood. It disgusted him, but still brought some appeal to him. He licked it, but it was too congealed and brought no pleasure.

The more he rested there, the more he became aware of his state of injury. The pain focused, his vision became less hazed, he did not linger on thoughts of the past world.

He slumped over to the flowing sewer waters and looked down.

Wha… what the… what the ****!

Those were the first words of his new life.

What happened to me? I-I’m a monster!

Blood was stained around his mouth from the rat with leftover fur. His head was smashed open on his left side. He had wounds from head to toe. It was a wreck, a zombie in his reflection. His eyes were glazed, his fingers bloodstained. His throat was torn open from his fight. He was disgusting. This once heavenly visage was unrecognizable.

Maybe that was a good thing. To be ugly. How could Vasik seduce women, kill, and gain underworld enemies now? That would be great, but he knew soon he would recover. The more he thought about it though, the more he craved it. Women, blood, sex, killing…

What am I thinking?! I really am him…
What happened? Is this who I am?

He no longer could think nor move. He rested in the corner of the dark sewers.

Posted: **24 Nov 2011, 18:22**

He woke up with crusted eyes, flat on the grimey brick floor of the dark hollow in the sewers. A very familiar instance befell him, an object tied to his hand- his right hand this time- except this was not tied by him. A note was attached to the object, but he couldn't read it or see well after waking up. He rolled over so he could view the attachment through the dim light of the manhole around the corner. He lifted his left hand to rub his eyes out and hold the open wound on his head.

It was a cold, metal object. It was an oblong item with a long, barrel-shaped protrusion from one side. He pulled the note from between the string and the object, held it to the light.

"You're welcome."

He took a look at the object once more, and rubbed his hand against it. It was a gun.
The note... it was thick. It crumpled loudly and had a fabric-like texture. It was an envelope. He squeezed the metal tabs and pulled the flap's hole out, then dumped the contents on his chest.
Cash. Lots of it. There were a lot of ones, but it could easily be at least $70. Where did he get this kind of money? He didn't care anymore. He was actually grateful. He became more appreciative of his darker side now- doing dirty work he dared not to and not having to deal with guilt or recollection. He felt guilty that he had no guilt, but that passed by quickly.

I wonder if anyone will accept legal tender with blood splatters on it...

Posted: **25 Nov 2011, 21:04**

Once upon a time,
A prince fell in love with a beautiful girl. She was a wild and free being like the deer in the forest. She hid in the green of the woods and meadows outside the prince's kingdom.
The prince was supposed to be wed soon to succeed his father. The coronation will be swiftly upon them with the illness of the king growing more terminal.
The king of Vulcan was a violent tyrant whose empire was coveted by all. Fire, death and darkness spread as an unholy miasma around the far lands. The king was dying and would not give up his kingdom willingly. However, he swore with his dying breath that his power would be feared and remembered by all.
The king saw the prince's love for the wild girl and cried in an outburst of terror. His howl could be heard across the kingdom. He called upon a dark incantation, the magic reserved to the royal family, to summon a snatching demon.
"Throw the girl into the abyss."
The monster snarled and whispered in his head, staring with his blank, black sets of eye sockets.
If service is the thing you seek
I demand sight of the meek.
The king grew blind and the monster's middle eyes white. The hunt was on.

The prince was practicing his swordsmanship in the fields on the outskirts of the town in the soft sun when he saw his love running to him, screaming with panic in her eyes. The prince ran to her but the closer he got, the more fear curled his eyebrows up and his mouth gaped at the horrendous creature behind her. The presence of the black beast was such a surprising and frightening sight, a dreadful irony and sarcasm to the beauty around them.
The beast ran so fast the wind swept below him. His tracks left the grass black and slick.
The prince ran in front of the girl to face the beast, but the monster leaped so high and landed behind the prince. His terrible claws snatched the fair maiden and trampled through the brush far away.
The prince followed the blackened tracks for miles to the open, cracked and dry ground of the volcanic base. While catching his breath he looked upon his kingdom not so far below. He must go on.
The crater itself was still more miles away, but the crackled, sharp mountains and cliffs cradled a flat, open ground. In the center, the monster waited for him with the girl.
With a bloodcurdling roar echoing through the mountains and valleys, the monster stomped one foot on the ground, opening the earth below. It threw the girl inside.
The boy's heart stopped.
He was paralyzed in agony and fear. As tears rolled down his face he could hear the girl wail down into nothingness.
The monster bounded to the dark horizon.

The boy ran to the town and grabbed his best friend. He told him to tie a rope around his torso and climb down the cavern. The friend repelled down when they heard a snap. The prince pulled up the rope and saw it was cut clean. He never heard a struggle nor a cry. After a few seconds, the cracks in the crevice grew larger as it split the surface of the terrain.
The prince buckled to his knees. He was broken. As he screamed into the ashen sky, he collapsed in weakness from despair. Then the heavens opened and rain poured on the mourning boy. The rain continued for weeks but the crevice never filled up. Every day, people went missing. Every day, he returned to the pit. Every day, it grew larger…

Posted: **26 Nov 2011, 01:13**

Celestia Lunae

She crawled up from her exit point and found the nearest manhole. She was able to crawl through the small opening and slunk into the depths without being seen or heard. On her way to a silent resting pace, she saw a sight she would never forget.

He was asleep, covered in blood and absolutely disheveled. He was muttering in his sleep, twitching violently.

“sh---shit c-c-can’t get out… c-can’t get out… she-she’s going to… she’s going to… no… it’s my fault… my fault… k-k-k…kah….”

It was if he was shivering in the snow. She wanted to hold him, but she knew that his other self would try to kill him. It hurt her… It was so painful. She couldn’t do anything for them.

She took the midnight-blue, laced choker of her neck. It held a beautiful charm that he gave her once long ago when he proposed to her. Long ago…

“Logan…”

Logan and Vasik

He woke up much later. Restless sleep.

I’ve healed up a lot since then. My head is still pretty torn up but it will be gone in a day or two.

Logan sat up and leaned against the wall. Something fell off of his chest. He picked it up- silky smooth with beautiful details. It was her necklace. He put his finger across the charm and started to cry…

DAMNIT! SHE WAS SO CLOSE STUPID *****. ****... ****!!

YOU LEAVE HER THE HELL ALONE!

He clutched his head in pain. Then he grabbed the gun from his side and pointed it to his head.

I swear if you don’t shut up we’ll be back in the Shadow Realm before you can take me over.

… shouldn’t have given it to you- the point was to keep us alive, not dead.

The broken boy rose to his feet and took the necklace close to him. He caressed the charm delicately with his bloodied fingers. It was an astrological charm with the moon. The jewels around it represented the planets and the zodiacs. The silk had a constellation pattern that his mother made for him to give her when they were both young, playing fantasy games day to day. It was surprising to him how she kept it so long and continued to modify it to fit her as she grew up. It was such a stupid toy, but she kept it for so long, until now.

Her relinquishing it, does it mean she’s done with me or is she closer to me now?

“Serena…”

Posted: **26 Nov 2011, 01:35**

The eagle overseer perched on the grotesques of the castle. Her jesses were embossed in the finest garnets and gold inlay. She had witnessed several years of tragedy through the kingdom. Day after day, more people would disappear. The western mountains would grow dark and roar with rock falls in the night. An endless cavern extended on the entire western border; the faint sun, covered by a thin, colorless film of gray clouds, set into the netherworlds day after day.
Rumors grew in the dark of the town. The snatching beast of the fire mountain was alive. Its eyes were indifferent but its teeth and claws were hungry. The more it snatched, the brighter his eyes shown on his blackened face. Still, only his middle set of eyes was lit. It was the ghost of the former king's wrath. Everyone knew of the royal family's ability to summon the demons of the fire mountain, but no one had witnessed it for five hundred years. No one believed it existed nor was taught from generation to generation. It was the only explanation.
The prince grew apathetic. Every day, he would return to his throne after battle and training, legs over one arm and sitting up the rest of the way, head cradled by an unmotivated palm. His concubines greeted him every day to his return. They were gathered around the world, birthday presents from his mother. He used them, but despised them as well.
His kingdom's world grew darker and darker. Everything the beast touched turned to soot, ash, and black stone. It was a cemetery, a dismal place for life. Thousands turned to one thousand. One thousand turned to five hundred.
The prince ceased expanding his empire. He returned his troops home. The neighboring countries anticipated a plot and were unaware of the condition of the kingdom of Vulcan. The prince indulged. He fought till he collapsed. He had intercourse daily. His mother just watched as his son fell to darkness. His eyes grew blank and tired.
Five hundred turned to fifty. The people starved. The women, children, and fathers were gone. He called to his eagle on the balcony of his bedroom, but she would not return. She had moved on.
Fifty turned to two. All alone. He was all alone with his mother. She called him over and cradled him in her arms as he cried, "What have I done…"
He abused the land. He cared nothing of the people around him. He did not prevent the black beast. He continued to fight and disregarded his duties to protect his land. He reflected his father too much that he loathed himself. His mother cried with him in the dark skies in the garden. Rain from her eyes, then from the sky.
The next day, the prince woke up all alone.
He was the only one left.
He walked through the streets, hungry and tired. He was so tired. There was nothing… nothing… dust, ash, stone. Dark skies. Then, behind him, he heard the beast.
"Have you come to take me too?"
The demon stared.
"Take me."
The demon smelled the air. He expressed satisfaction, completion of his task. He turned around and bounded back to the mountain.
"Take me… take me…," he pleaded.
"TAKE ME!!!"
It echoed in a quiet land.
The silence in the west grew ominous yet tantalizing to the other kingdoms. They wanted revenge and territory. Seven kingdoms banded together to take over Vulcan's land.
They arrived to a desolate land, a sight unseen and a place seen only in dreams. The band walked in silence and fear to the kingdom. The castle doors were open, but uninviting. At the end of the great hall, the prince sat there, as always, laid back. They approached the defeated young man.
"Leave this place," he said. His voice was demanding yet calm.
"By order of these seven kingdoms, we claim this place as our mutual territory."
"Leave this place."
"This is our land now. Leave unless you want to die."
"You have stolen my words."
The leader cringed with anger.
"We'll deal with him later. You, inspect the city. You, find the queen. I will find their secret art." "You don't believe it exists, do you?!" "I do." Gossip arose in the band of warriors. The rest were divided accordingly and left the prince to himself and the leader to be questioned.
"Is it true?"
The prince did not meet his eye contact. The intruder put a knife to his neck.
"Do you really want to see it?" The prince kicked the warrior back down the steps to the throne and stood up. He went to the middle of the room where the dragon seal lay, kneeled down, and sliced his hand with a knife from his sleeve. His eyes turned red, his face's expression contorted with fervor. He muttered a most aggressive incantation.
The statues aligning the walls of the hall broke free and crawled forth with their massive claws. From the ground grew a light from the inscriptions and seal below, mimicking the lava on the mountain. Shadows crawled and demons sprouted from the shadows around the prince in a circle. The beast in front of him whispered in a dark, untranslatable, echoing voice.
The prince nearly nodded. "Your price will have been repaid." The beasts screeched and ripped apart the leader. His flesh was sweet and his blood cold against their hot bodies. The men returned to the screams of their leader being eaten alive.
The ground began to shake. The seal grew hotter and brighter. The men in terror left, but they would not escape.
The prince turned walked, passing his slaves to his throne and sat the same way as usual, seemingly apathetic but with tears rolling down, evaporating as they touched the ground.
"My penance…"
He closed his eyes, ready to die.
The kingdom was buried in the pyroclastic flow of the eruption.
He never knew peace before he died.
Everything was silent for the rest of eternity. No one dared to return.
The snatching beast's eyes grew dark again. This was now his domain.

Posted: **26 Nov 2011, 03:10**

Amy transfered $1442 into your account

Vasik climbed up to get out of the sewer. When he lifted his head to the street, his face was welcomed by a beautiful set of shoes.
“I don’t need your charity…”

- - - - -

He made his way to the streets. Hiding in the shadows, he slipped in the backside ally of a simple shop. He was able to slip out in a new wardrobe, clean of blood and complete with a hat to cover his open wound. It was a slick outfit. He wanted to be clean-cut at least. His bright red hair was still visible under the sharp fedora. His tie matched his hair color, a nice unifying element. There were pinstripes in his vest that were a faint darkish grey. The white shirt underneath was a little big for him, but it was what he could find without being caught. To finish it off, he swiped some used shoes, a broken watch, and some antique shades from the used clothes store. He wanted to stay as undercover and out of trouble as possible, for he was still weak inside but didn’t want to show it. His old clothes were thrown in the dumpster around the corner.

He held the blue choker in his hand for a few still seconds, clenched it, and shoved it in his pocket.

He craved the nightlife, but the only thing he knew he could get away with was simple, degrading pickpocketing. That’s all he knew he could do for now while under so little stamina. He went to the casino and stayed quiet, making a quick buck.

Was it Logan or Vasik?

Posted: **26 Nov 2011, 05:38**

He was getting tired, and he needed to find a place of rest. The casino was no fun since he had to lurk in the shadows. He tried his best to fade out and blend in but his red hair was so loud. He was also quite the eye-candy. But given his mood and stand-offishness at the time, he was able to keep away from people and go unnoticed for the most part.

He went outside to find a place to stay. Gullsboro seemed promising, lots of quiet, abandoned places there. He needed time to sleep and think quietly in a place away from stench. A place to relax, with maybe a beaten-up couch like the one in his "home."

He went to the Wickbridge Station and headed off. After a quick bank deposit of pocketed cash, he found his way to an abandoned shop, very unlike the one he had commondeered. His energy was so low... he was so exhausted. It had been a long week.

He went in. Another vampire was taking refuge there but paid no mind to each other. The other was resting as well, in the shadows. He wanted to explore more- this was more of a department store than a small business like where he lived.. He wanted to crawl away to a more private area.

Then.. around the corner.. he heard an unnatural, inhuman moan...

SHHHHIT! ****! ****! NO, GOD NO.

He dashed around the corner once more, afraid it had seen him. He was trying to catch his breath, but it was not enough. He had to stifle the noise, but it was too painful for him.

****... GOD NOT HERE. NOT NOW...

A summoned fadebeast... his worst fear...

NO. NO. NO. NO. NO... I CAN'T MOVE!!

He was too tired and paralyzed in fear. It moved closer... and closer... He grabbed his gun and then...

Posted: **26 Nov 2011, 16:58**

Logan and Vasik

He blacked out.
Did he faint because he was weak and low of energy? Or did he pass out in fear? Either way, when he awoke, he was in such a daze he didn't remember what made him pass out. Then... he remembered.

He gasped and held his breath, eyes wide and eyebrows crumpled in fear. He looked around the corner.

It was gone...

He crawled around the shop in the shadows. He heard no sound, no moans. It seemed as if he was safe.

Now was the time to safely and securely, calmly... delicately... hyperventilate. After his panic attack subsided, his collected thoughts reviewed his situation. He was weak. He wasn't just physically weak, but he was mentally weak. He passed out. That disgusted him. He was ashamed, angry, and disappointed.

He needed something to do something...

I need power... control...
I need an army.
I need children.
But they'll hold me back... I work alone.
****.

He had no choice, but he didn't want to think about it for the moment. He left, wound almost healed, left to pickpocket once more.

Serena

She had to feed. She was so hungry... She was tired about thinking of their history together. She remembered...

They had been childhood crushes, growing up only a couple of blocks from each other. It was simply the immaculate personification of purity.
Her parents passed away, and she was moved to the orphanage far away. They grew separate for twelve years.
He found someone new, someone that reminded him of her. She dreamed of meeting him again one day when he couldn't wait. He had a bad life, he needed that old, immaculate source of carefree stress relief again. Tragedy befell him right before she returned...
She didn't want to think about it.

So hungry... so weak.
She found a human on the outskirts of town, alone. She walked up to her prey and was ready to take him, but it was a trap. The hunter appeared to be a lone, defenseless human, but this one had eyes of fury and clenching teeth of revenge. Seeing she was already beaten pretty bad, he only gave her a small parting gift, a critical wound to the head. Then, he spat on her, and walked away.

She was flat on the ground, bleeding. She had only begun to recover. It would take her a week to fully heal.

Damnit... Why... I was just so hungry... I wasn't going to kill him... Ugh...

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