Confessions Of A Rabid Vampyre (Journal)

[Sepsis]

July 31/14

I woke again the other day. Not sure how though. They promised me rest, but they lied as usual. I should have know they would lie. Their eyes betrayed the truth. But I wanted to be blind. Blind and safe. I should have known.

I found the spies that had been watching me sleep. They left their evidence. The ever seeing eye, recording the dust that collected at I slept. I tried to tear it out, but gave up after I broke a nail. Cover the eyes with tape, and they shall see no more. Stab out the eyes, and tape hides the holes.

So hungry.

Why did someone install their wi-fi in my home? It blocked my signal, so I had to call in tech. He ripped out the bad signal, and I took a picture of his butt. It was a fine butt. I'll make a cast of it later.

The humans (aka portable lunch bags), are more resilient now. I've been stabbed, shot, and had them try to take my picture. I must be careful.

The eyes are everywhere.

Some of us weren't so careful though. I found evidence of a Wolffyn. Feeding where others could see them. High security area feeding by the report. I wonder if they went down to the police station like I did once. Tried to pick one out like a puppy in the pound. They didn't like that much. I had to eat them all that time. I did a favour and deleted the report. They'll never catch this spider.

I have decided to use bait to find my dinner. I saw a commercial on TV. It was for Cheerios. Everyone seemed so happy eating them. I'll have to keep a pocket full, and see if it works.

[Sepsis]

August 1, 2014


It happened again. They waited for me while I rested. Ever watching. Never sleeping. Worse than any mythical Bandersnatch. Their vorpal blades go snicker snack, but the jokes on them.

I'm already dead.

He was the first, although other have came and went. He was the reason I hid. I should have known. They always knew how to call me back. It was all part of their game.

There I was, crawling with the worms through the thrown away toys, when I felt him. How he managed to possess the girl, I'll never know. But even as her bullet ripped through my chest, I knew it was him that pulled the trigger.

I had to dispose of her, although he tried very hard to stop me.

I may be dead, but's he's more dead than even me.

The only good thing, is that I finally got some new ink for my pen. Such a vibrant red she gave me. It will go good with these pages.



P.S. I should really put my art in a gallery.


P.P.S. I think the Cheerios work. I gave some to a kid last night (I think he was high), and he didn't even seem to mind when I took a little drink. I'm going to try again tonight. Maybe the portable lunch bags like different flavours?

[Sepsis]

August 2, 2014.


I saw another one tonight.

One of the damned. More damned than even I. Lost between the sheets of time. She saw me too.

They try to make me do things, but I'll never let them in. The eyes that bleed, the teeth that gnash, the bone that's cut, the brain that's smashed. Their festering wounds they can't hide with their quiet magick.

I see them all.

It's the children that entrance me the most. Their bleeding souls begging for the mother's that drowned them. They wander the longest. Not knowing how to pass. Some of them get eaten and never pass. Even for those much more damned than I, there are darker things yet to fear.

*heavily blacked out lines can be seen here, but nothing that would give a clue as to what was crossed out*

I found a kitten in the alley tonight. I watched it play with a mouse. It seemed to enjoy taunting it's prey. Allowing that glimmer of home, only to take it away in the blink of an eye for nothing more than sheer amusement.

I think I'll leave it a can of tuna.

P.S. I don't think all the portable feed bags like Cheerios. One called me a crazy wench and tried to shoot me when I offered him some. I slapped the man silly before I plucked out an eye. I don't know why he wouldn't stop yelling at me after that. I gave him his eye back after all.

[Sepsis]

August 3, 2014.



Wolffyn.

That name appears everywhere. Every password I crack, every file I decode, every matrix I invade. Their carelessness litters the human networks in all four corners of Harper Rock. Dozens of feeding violations, and multiple sightings of the blatant use of our gifts in clear view of the unblessed. Their actions hide my own sins well. Especially when spiders help it slip into their human mainstreams. No one will ever know.

I should be more cautious when walking the under-streets though. There are much more than rats there.

I found a nest of them today. Their stinking bodies masked by the putrid rot of the zombies they hid amongst. The feral undead. Those who see nothing but the blood. Those who know no blessed moonlight upon their festering skin. Those whose minds have truly rotted. Their eyes shone at my from the shadows after I killed the first one, but none dared to draw near. Even for their poisoned minds, they learn their lessons quickly. On the bright side, I did get some wonderfully fresh zombie ears for the necklace I have been working on. I dried the last ones far too much, and they did not survive the needle and thread.

I have spent the last few nights watching others like me. They seem oblivious to my presence, although that could be a clever ruse on their part. They blend in so well. Fooling Kindred and Kine alike. There are some I would like to meet...and some I will watch more.

How to know who to trust, when the lesson was already learned so long ago.

The kitten ate the tuna I left. She was did not run as I approached, only watched with curiosity. Her eyes gold like the sun that has been long banished from my skies. If she's still there tomorrow, I think I'll take her home with me. My new hiding spot would be a perfect place for her.

P.S. I think I shall apply for a job somewhere. It might be a good way to meet some willing lunch.

[Sepsis]

August 4, 2014.

I went into the sewers again today. I should have known better, but their safe walls hide us from listening ears and unseen surveillance machines. The hunter foot soldiers were out in full force, looking for someone obviously...but who...I never did find out. I thought I had managed to avoid them as I slipped through the shadows, but one had eyes as good as our own. Curious.

The hunter had watched me, biding his time well. Finally, abandoning his cover he took aim, firing several bullets in my direction. I still can't believe he caught me unaware, and a bullet hit me in the chest, narrowly missing my heart. I could not allow this worm of a human escape unscathed, so I had charged. Stepping inside the hunter's guard I somersaulted over him, like an acrobat in the best circuses, and lashed out with my blades, as landed behind him.

I don't know how he managed to evade me.

Is it possible that selling a pint of my blood to those seedy blood thieves backfired on me? Could they possibly be using my essence against me?

With rage I had pressed forward, staggering him with a series of brutal and somewhat reckless assaults. His throat had opened and gushed blood as my blade sliced cleanly through it. The blood had smelled so very sweet. Again I lashed out, intending to cripple him quickly, but he kept distance as the blows came, narrowly avoiding each attack. Again I somersaulted, hoping to tire him as he once again had to change direction.

Again, my blades had cut through the air in front of his face. The hunter attempted to put some distance between us, backtracking quickly, his face tight with concentration as my strikes surrounded him like a whirlwind. Narrowly, he avoided my attacks. I remember smiling as the hunter pulled back his arm to let loose a ferocious swing...and how surprised I was as his blade opened my throat. Furious, I had slashed at the his limbs, attempting to cripple him. Once again he avoided my blows, and once again his blade sliced cleanly through my throat.

Enough was enough.

Side stepping the hunter, I once dropped to my knee and watched as my blades flashed, slicing through the hunter's leg. His scream pf pain had sounded so very sweet. He had lurched towards me, trying to do what, I do not know, so once again I dropped to knee, only this time, slicing his other leg open. Pulling my blade back I then thrust it into his belly, smiling as he watched himself be skewered.

'You can't escape us' he has whispered before the dark blood had bubbled from his lips.

Who 'us' was, I do not yet know, but I will soon enough. I put my knife to his throat then, and pulled the blade deep across the tender skin. He had tried to speak again before the light dimmed from his eyes, but no more words had came. It wasn't a complete waste though. As my wounds had healed, I checked his pockets and found $100. Who doesn't like free money? I left his body there...maybe it will serve as warning to his friends.

Tomorrow, I think I'll take the train.

P.S. I was offered a job at The Eye of the Zodiac, and I could not resist accepting. Where else would what I see be quite as welcome? Maybe I can even find a way to stop Him, from tormenting me. I am sure He will appear soon enough as it is.

P.P.S. I didn't see the kitten tonight, but I did find a neat little row of bird heads where I had left her the tuna. I think she left them for me as a present.

[Sepsis]

OOC: These are my character's private thoughts. They may or may not have happened exactly as stated.

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Day 1-The Fade (August 5, 2014)

How strange it is. Writing in these pages as my body lay elsewhere. When my eyes opened, there was darkness. Darkness and the hard lump of this journal that I keep tucked inside my pockets at all times. My pen was empty though, it's beautiful red ink gone like the moonlight from my unlife.. Almost like someone sucked it dry so as to deny me even a drop of salvation. But where there is will, there is a way....and...the spirits bleed like anyone else. Curious is the colour of their lifeblood. I would have expected it to be black like the shadows they live in, but my pen does not discriminate.

"It looks like you're having some problems. Need some help or something?" I should have listened to what she said...instead, the tiny tag bearing her name 'Prudence', had captivated me, and her warning had went unheeded.

The Tytonadae were out hunting, and I....I was their target.

It had began with a paintball shot from the darkness of a door step. One might scoff at the notion, but it ripped viciously though the pale skin of my arm, and I barely had time to look up to see the mob of strange looking beings coming towards me. They were all dressed like someone you'd see in The Purge, each with their overalls bearing sundials on breast and back, with their strange anonymous masks, and 'Hello my name is' stickers properly filled out.

Doc was the one who shot me with the paint gun. One day...one day he'll eat that paint gun.

I barely had a chance to react when two more flew out towards me. Nemesis, Micah...their blades flashed in front of my eyes, and I narrowly avoided their attacks. Turning to flee, one called Jesse Fforde managed to strike, their blade cutting deeply across my stomach.

Pain.

I remember screaming, rage filling my every pore, my eyes seeing nothing but the blood pouring from my wound. Ones called Jonah and Dulce Periculum (really who names their child Dulce), stepped up to each take their turn, their blades slicing cleanly through my leathers, and biting flesh. A gun was raised, and I barely took notice of the name tag this time, 'Aysel', before noting that they had not been bright enough to load their clip before the fight. If it had not been such a dire moment, I may have laughed at their stunned face as they realized this.

Two more, Nisha, and Blake, jumped down from the roof of the single floor building to my left, each stabbing into my chest with their blades of death. Then I smelled him...a human bearing the name Harper upon his breast, he had smiled, and ran towards me, his knife flashing in the moonlight. With the last of my strength I lurched, and he stumbled by, missing me entirely. Stumbling, I barely had time to look up before the last one, Emeritus, leered at me, his teeth pulled back in a snarl. His blade lifted...

and I knew no more.

Now I walk this dark path of the fade.

I hear the weeping of the spirits around me. I feel their sightless eyes upon me. They know what I am, and they know that I don't belong here.

He will be coming for me, for I am in His realm now.

I must escape.

P.S. It seems I am still able to use some of my powers though...although I never expected to have to send an 'I'm deaded' message to my new employer on the first day. I can only hope that she can hear me...

[Sepsis]

Day 2-The Fade (August 6, 2014)

Hate.

Is that the word for wanting to see someone's balls smashed again and again? I can feel my death wound, even in this place...and I will see the one who did this to me repaid. My Sire's sibling. My own bloodline. Was there no loyalty in this city?

I know now that I can truly trust no one.

There is no peace for me here. There is no rest. There is simply nothing. Blackness surrounded by blackness, speckled with the unfathomable suffering of those who cannot leave this place. The pitiful wails of the damned echo in my ears, and their sadness pulls at my soul. Why am I being kept in this place?

There is nothing to do...but sit around and think.

He tried to come for me last night, but my rage was such that even He knew not to. I wish he would have tried. I might have been able to send Him away for good this time. One day, soon, I will have to paint the picture of his story in this journal. One day.

But not today.

Today I dream now of a day where I will once again feel the moonlight upon my face. Of a time where the warm blood will fill my starving body. Today...today there is fear, for I know He will not leave me in peace no longer. I have been here in His realm for too long, and I know that He will not give up this opportunity. I must find a place to hide until I can escape this realm. I must.

P.S. I am not sure why...but I have been assaulted by visions of nasty nether region body hairs groping me today. Surely the dark gods are having the last laugh at my expense today.

Sick bastards.

[Sepsis]

Day 3 -The Fade (August 7, 2014)

It had seemed so real.

Unlike the quiet stone portals that held the magick for return to life that stood quiet, this portal, had shown me the world. I felt the presence of life, and I heard the drone of voices just out of reach. What torturous device was it that allowed me a brief glimpse of what I so desperately long for? Should I make it out of here, I must make it a mission to discover what these fade portals are, and how they came to be.

The ever changing architecture of this shadowy realm offers nothing tangible. Nothing here is constant, and instead, it seems to shift around me every time I close my eyes.

I am lost in this realm.

I woke..if that's what you call becoming conscious after inevitably succumbing to the impenetrable darkness, to find that I was under attack. Even though she was of insubstantial form like myself, her mind was sharp, and I picked out her name...Teka. She...she seemed to suck the essence from my very soul. But she taught me a lesson by doing this as well. This is how I would become strong enough to leave this place.

This would be my salvation.

A desperate looking soul, who I found later, was the first I found to practice this new dark work upon. His soul was as sweet as the blood I am deprived of.

And I want more.

I picked his name, Gambit, from his mind before I left him. I will remember him. Always.

For now, I move. I must keep moving. I must find a way.

Someway.

Anyway.

I need to be free of this place.

P.S. I saw her. Wolffyn. She walks this place, but she does not belong here. I heard her call to someone, Charlotte Ruse by how she named her, but I could not approach. They shone like the sun I have not seen in years. But something prevented me from crossing the line of shadows to join them.

This place seeks to destroy me...

but I WILL escape.

There is no other choice.

[Sepsis]

Day 4-The Fade (August 8, 2014)

Please...God help me...



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[Sepsis]

Day 5-The Fade (August 9, 2014)

Will this never end??


*the ink below is smudged from what appears to be teardrops*




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