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On the day before the New year, January 30th 1996. Blaike Ivan Tanks was born to Sarah and Jackson Tanks. Not really, but that's what the ******* birth certificate says. That's what I ******* believed until I was 16 and my whole world came crashing down like the house of tin ******* cards it was.
Who am I? Who the **** am I? Hell, I don't even know yet. But they call me Blaike, and this is how my life started, ended and started again.

From the moment I can remember, I've always had a mother and a father. Were they old? Yeah. Did they dress me up and take me to church, make me go to Sunday school by bribing me with ice cream afterwards? Hell yes. But, they were mom and dad. My childhood was a good one, even with my mess of a sister constantly hating me. One of my first memories is of myself being about 5, I think. My sister and I were in the backyard and I ran up to her with one of my toy airplanes and asked her if she wanted to fly around the yard with me. She rolled her eyes at me, pushed her lips out and looked me directly in my small blue orbs and said “You know your mother should have gotten an abortion when she could have. You were a mistake of a child.” Being the five year old I was I laughed at her and said “But my mom is your mom.” I remember the way her forehead crumpled in on itself, the way her eyes lit up like the fires we had in the back yard sometimes. She reached out with her hand, grabbed my toy airplane and threw it to the ground like it was trash. She then proceeded to smash it into the dirt while yelling “You ruined everything, you worthless brat!” Mom ran out at about that time and pulled my sister into the house.
I remember this so well because, when I looked down at my air plane, broken into pieces and covered in cool green grass. The white panels distorted and painted brown with dirt. I felt a connection to it. Like I was that plane, broken in the backyard, never to be put back together again. It was a week after that event my parents sent my sister away to boarding school. They told me it was so she could have better schooling, but I always knew it was because they wanted to protect me from her. I should have probably thanked them for that when I got older. I never did though, maybe one day.
My childhood granted wasn't all horrible. Honestly, it was a pretty ******* great childhood, and I should some day write a letter to Sarah and Jackson and thank them for all the good they did for me. Even if I did end up owning up to my sisters words. Being a mistake of a child. Sarah and Jackson loved me to the end of this world and back. I'm pretty sure they would have moved mountains for me if they could. I got great grades, made honor roll, won a science fair. I was one of the up and coming sports stars. Life was pretty perfect in our big white house, our green grass lawn that had the remnants of an toy airplane somewhere in the back yard, with the white picket fence that kept everything bad outside.
Of course that fence only lasted until I was on the verge of my sixteenth birthday. It was Christmas day, We had just opened up presents and my parents had gotten me a bunch of things for the car I was going to be able to pick out on my sixteenth birthday. We were all sitting around the table, my sister, already drunk. Sarah had just placed down the Christmas ham. We joined hands for grace and Jackson asked my sister, I guess I should just say her ******* god damn name, Melissa. He asked stupid ******* Melissa to say grace, and that's when my whole world got turned upside down.
“We are here today, because you can not escape family on the holidays. Like your mom and dad, who raised the stupid little ****** that you gave birth to when you were 15. That same dumb brat that ruined your love life and then rubbed in your face the whole life that he was better than you. So happy ******* Christmas, Mary should have had an abortion just like I should have ******* had.” Melissa slurred out most of it. I looked up my hand's dropping from their hold on Sarah's hand, I looked between her and Jackson, It looked like their jaws had dislocated, they were hanging so far down, in about as much shock as I was. Melissa laughed, hiccuped then stood up with her wine in her hand. “ Yeah, that's right you ******* brat, I'm your damn mom, not these two, they tried to cover it all the fu-” For the first time in my whole life, I witness my mother raise her hand and smack Melissa across the face, sending her staggering backwards into the small table behind her, the candles on the table tipped over into the curtains on the window, her wine splashed over our white carpet. After that, the talk of me being Melissa's child was out the window because the curtains were on fire, and everyone was running around the house trying to put the fire.
I say everyone but I wasn't. I was sitting at the table, serving myself some ham, some mash potato's, stole my – Jackson's glass of whiskey. They were all running around the house, Sarah after Melissa, screaming. Jackson into the kitchen to get water to put the fire out. Me? I sat at that table, drinking whiskey and eating my god damn Christmas dinner.
That's pretty much how my life got turned upside down. That night our house burned down. Melissa went away, I'm guessing to jail but they never really told me. After that everything was different, Sarah and Jackson sat me down, told me how they had covered up the whole pregnancy. They didn't want to be kicked out of their ******* church. Church?! That's the reason they ******* lied to me, raised me to think I was their kid, let me call them mom and dad. I ******* went to mother son dances with Sarah for fucks sake! They told me lying was bad, that you shouldn't ******* lie, you should be an honest man. When the whole time I was living in a ******* house of god damn lies.
Needless to say after that I rebelled, I stopped going to school, I went form having a great GPA to being expelled from school from fighting. The last straw was when I stole Jackson's prized BMW and crashed it into the school. When they finally got me out of the car I blew a .9 and they threw me into the drunk tank. I was only 17 at the time, so they sent me off to Juvie.
It was there where I started my training, they had these 'Anger management' classes where they would bring in this fighting instructor and he would teach us Hapkido. This is where I fell in love with fighting. I mean don't get me wrong I'd been in a ton of ******* school fights, I once knocked a kids tooth out for singing Blondie at me. But I really fell in love with it here. It gave me a since of control, the way I could move my body, the execution of the different moves. It made me feel powerful in a place where I had no power.
After I turned 18, I got out of Juvie and went back to live with Sarah and Jackson. When I say live, I mean I slept there but was out of the house as much as I could. They thought I was volunteering at a local soup kitchen, you know going back to being the nice boy they had raised. Really, I was working at a local boxing ring. Competing in small fights when I could, learning the craft of fighting. Slowly I started rising, wining more and more fights. They called me The Natural. To be really ******* honest, I was the ******* natural. The moment I stepped into that god damn forsaken ring it was no longer me, Blaike fighting. It was someone else, something else. Soon, I was undefeated in Buffalo, I wanted to branch out. I moved out of Sarah and Jackson's house, using my winnings to get myself a small studio apartment.
I finally got myself a manager and started fighting in bigger arena's bigger names. Sure I got the **** knocked out of me, I lost a few fights, but I was winning more than I was loosing and that was what mattered the most. Long forgotten was the child that used to go to Sunday school. The boy who was a boy scout that earned all his badges in record time. This was the age of drinking, ******* anything or anyone that would open their legs for me, and fighting until all I could see was red or black. Eventually my manager had me traveling all over for fights. California, Washington, Hell even once Iowa. I was everywhere, and no where all at once. My body was in all these locations, doing all these things, but my mind, my mind was no where to be found.
That's probably how I met -her-. Or well at least the reason as to why this all happened to me.
This is the part where I tell you how the **** I turned into a god damn bad *** motherfucking night walking blood sucking, Vampire.

I’m skipping over the part where I got turned, I’ll save that for another day. I never thought I’d be writing down my life story. But here I am sitting in the closet at the club I now work at, eating a stupid chicken sandwich and writing in a damn note book. I still don’t know how I feel about my life now. I used to be able to go anywhere and do whatever I wanted to do. I tried that here, didn’t go so well, ended up getting my *** handed to me by the crazy ******* creatures that wonder around this city. I’d give anything to go back to partying every night, not giving a **** about letting go. Now if I let go, someone will end up like this, like me or worse. So much for three cheers for the ******* weekend. Anyways, journal, ******* thought holder of my damn dull *** thinking. Here is how my time in Haper City is going.
First. I’ve got these keepers, not that I mind. I won’t ever tell them that I don’t want them to know I appreciate the help. But I do. They’ve been helping me out, showing me the ropes. I’m trying to listen, trying to do what they say when they say. It’s hard not rebelling, not saying **** that I’m going to do whatever the hell I want to do. But they know what they are talking about. Maybe this can be a time for me to change. Not be such a damn **** bag. Ha. Yeah right, I love who I am. But maybe there is some room for improvement. Obviously, I must learn how to be a ******* vampire. I’ll admit I thought this was going to be a cake walk, like some lost boys **** or something. Who the hell knows, but I didn’t think I’d feel this…Helpless? Again, not something I’m ever going to let anyone know. I went to juvie, I know you never show that kind of ******* weakness.
Still, this city is probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Sure I could stand in a ring and get K.Oed, that was easy compared to this. I knew two things when I entered that cage. I was winning or I was losing. I guess the same could be said for this city. You win or you lose. I but it’s more complicated, you win or loose on the street corner, in the bathroom, hell when you are just trying to get some damn ice cream.
I guess it isn’t all bad, I’ve met a few people, there are my keepers of course, or that is what I call them at least. I mean I haven’t really hung out with any of them, but they’ve patched me up, gave me some cool gear. They give me advice. Which I’m slowly learning to listen to. There’s -her- of course, I wouldn’t say we are close, but I feel some sort of bond with her. I’m sure that will grow the longer I’m here. I at least know here, if I tried to leave, I’d have some people that would want me to come back. I also met this guy, strange guy, keeps on hurting himself everywhere her goes. Like the first time we met he had fallen down some stair’s tore his fuckin leg up real good. It was hard to not jump at him, but I left it alone, made sure he at least got to a taxi to go to the hospital. I’m pretty sure he’s not one of us. Just someone in this city, I feel like I should keep an eye on him. It helps he doesn’t seem to care that I flirt with him. HA!
Never thought I’d be back to flirting so fast after all this, but I guess some things just don’t change. The other good thing is that I’ve got myself a job. Like one of those ones you go to everyday and actually do **** at. Not like fighting, granted I was always training, always building myself up. This is different, it’s nothing fancy, I’m a ******* janitor. I clean up this, uh I guess lesbian bar, it’s a nice gig, the girls call me Thor, which I’m fine with maybe I can move up and be more one day but for right now that’s what I do, clean shitters, scrub floors, make sure **** looks nice, and works. It’s not anything wonderful but it’s somethin’ somethin’ I can do and get out of my head for a while. I still haven’t fought really since the night Cali took me from New York. I mean I want to. I’ve of course had my go arounds with the ******* creatures on the streets here. But I miss the cage. It’s calling for me, I just want to be back in those walls, fighting letting everything in my head go. Maybe not to day, hell maybe not in the next month, but I’ll get back there. I gotta that’s my home, more than any place I’ve ever fuckin been.
Anyway, I better go clean up some more **** before the night starts. Thanks I guess, weird ******* journaling might be a good new thing for me I guess. At least if I get my **** rocked to the point I don’t remember I can look back on what a ******* whine baby I was. HA!

Dear ******* Diary,

I’m a little *****. HA! Just kidding. Well really this city kind of makes me feel that way. Honestly, I mean it is kind of cool that I can get shot and just walk around with bullet holes in me. OR THE FACT THAT I CAN ******* GROW A HAND BACK!?! That’s some straight up ******* Deadpool **** right there buddie boy! I mean really, everywhere I turn I’m getting into some sort of trouble. I swear I haven’t heard the words ‘Blaike Behave’ more than I have here. I mean…It’s kind of nice having people that care about me again. I can’t really get to upset about it. Granted I’ll never admit to anyone that I like being taken care of. ANYWAYS. The city’s rough but it’s fun. The other day I got to get in the ring for a little while at this place called the gauntlet. It was pretty fun even if I got my *** handed to me, I actually one a few times. Which was nice…who am I kidding it was ******* great getting back in that ring. I’m slowly getting better at being….whatever the **** this is. Drinking blood isn’t half as bad as I thought it would be.
Let’s see what else has happened other than the bullet hole that have been slowly building up on my body. There was the gauntlet thing….Oh! I went on a raid, A ******* raid! It was bad ******* ***, Granted I didn’t do anything other than like take a few of the guard’s out it was a god damn blast. I’m really going to have to do more of those! I mean…I did end up with like..10 or so bullet holes, and I stepped on a few mines…Ain’t nothing but a pinch anymore though. ******* kind of cool, like I have super powers or some ****. Which I guess I kind of do now. **** man, maybe I should be Deadpool. That’d be way to much ******* fun….I’ll just leave that thought there. Alright, Diary, journal ******* notebook I only write in because I’m told it’s supposed to help with the emotions that are constantly boiling under my skin. I also got a job upgrade. See ya later cleaning the shitters. I’m straight the **** up security now! Which I’ll admit is a lot ******* better than having to clean everything up.
I’ve decided one thing about this city, mostly because since I’ve been here ain’t no one from home tried contacting me. I’m going to try to be better here. I tried calling Robbie the other day, to apologize for everything that went down. I miss that string bean even if he only wanted me because I made him a **** ton of money. He was the closest thing to family I really had. Obviously, my family hasn’t contacted me, they probably think I’m still out fighting, traveling and kicking *** even though they never wanted that life for me. HA! They’d **** their pants if they knew I was a ******* vampire now.

Nothing else has really happened, I can’t say I’m to surprised. Lately, I’m just trying to get myself to be better, stronger faster. It’s really relaxing honestly, having to retrain myself to be a fighter in a different since now. It’s reminding of how I started out in MMA. All the time I spent learning and building my body up to fight. I mean it’s different now, cus obviously, I can’t just punch any ol’ regular punching bag unless I expect it to go poof. But it’s nice, slowly day by day I’m getting better. Maybe soon enough I’ll actually be able to do something worth while in this city. We will see…Right now I’m just trying to not loose another ******* hand. Trying to keep from being shot at so much…Get a handle on how when I’m mad it feel’s like lava is flowing through my veins.

We will see what happens…all I know is this city isn’t going to break me. I just won’t let that ******* happen.