The Diary of a Dead Man
Posted: 21 Dec 2011, 04:52
December the 20th, 2011
It is my hope that one day this will be found by another of my kind or by a human so that they might know the trials and tribulations of a broken man. I sit here by candle light writing upon these pages and far below I can hear the carols of the merry humans singing the songs praising the birth of Jesus Christ and I truly envy them. To have a life of normalcy where I could do such things and not have to worry about the pimp coming to collect his dues or the knife aiming for my back so another could take my place or the men in uniform that would come to take their cut. I wonder when I began to realize it was all so over done and dramatic and fake. At any time I could have simply walked away and found a new life with what ever woman I decided upon and yet I did not. I kept myself indentured to a life of lust and servitude and wickedness and for what? I search my mind for a reason as to why I chose that for my life but I find nothing other than the desire to feel as filthy and as dirty as I felt inside. I apologize, I am getting away from the point of these writings. I should be eductaing you, not babbling about my mistakes and my failings. Allow me to begin anew...
I began a life of wickedness and lies...and I continue it still. I am 24 years of age and I will forever be 24 years of age. My name is Ciro Auditore. I am a Vampire. I am a member of the Bloodline of Zachariah Staus. Those that feel the familial ties would call us the Docere family. I do not feel these ties. My creator, a very beautiful yet sexually open woman named Kacee is the closest thing I have found to a mother in my 24 years of life and still I feel a distance between us. I feel a distance between myself and every individual I have encountered both human and vampire alike. I am not like them and they are not like me. We, the other vampires and I, are a different species altogether. I feel as if my turning was different than theirs as if something was...forgotten or left out when I was changed. I will have to speak with Kacee on this matter posthaste.
I will also do my best to record the day to day occurances of my vampiric life to allow a certain wisdom to be found in my words. A wisdom that perhaps I will discover myself as time progresses. I know not what this new and dark world holds for me but I do know that you shall experience it through my pen dear reader and you shall, hopefully, follow in my footsteps and learn and discover that which I failed to learn and discover on my own either through my own unwillingness to see or my simple inability to see. Know that should you continue reading there will be horrors and words which will not be pleasent to your mind. I can not save you from whatever macabre and grim details may be recorded in these pages just as I can not save myself from experiencing that which my path will lead me through.
*Scrawled at the bottom of the page in a loose and scribbled hand is the following:
Feeding daily is required. Must have energy to impress her, must have her.
It is my hope that one day this will be found by another of my kind or by a human so that they might know the trials and tribulations of a broken man. I sit here by candle light writing upon these pages and far below I can hear the carols of the merry humans singing the songs praising the birth of Jesus Christ and I truly envy them. To have a life of normalcy where I could do such things and not have to worry about the pimp coming to collect his dues or the knife aiming for my back so another could take my place or the men in uniform that would come to take their cut. I wonder when I began to realize it was all so over done and dramatic and fake. At any time I could have simply walked away and found a new life with what ever woman I decided upon and yet I did not. I kept myself indentured to a life of lust and servitude and wickedness and for what? I search my mind for a reason as to why I chose that for my life but I find nothing other than the desire to feel as filthy and as dirty as I felt inside. I apologize, I am getting away from the point of these writings. I should be eductaing you, not babbling about my mistakes and my failings. Allow me to begin anew...
I began a life of wickedness and lies...and I continue it still. I am 24 years of age and I will forever be 24 years of age. My name is Ciro Auditore. I am a Vampire. I am a member of the Bloodline of Zachariah Staus. Those that feel the familial ties would call us the Docere family. I do not feel these ties. My creator, a very beautiful yet sexually open woman named Kacee is the closest thing I have found to a mother in my 24 years of life and still I feel a distance between us. I feel a distance between myself and every individual I have encountered both human and vampire alike. I am not like them and they are not like me. We, the other vampires and I, are a different species altogether. I feel as if my turning was different than theirs as if something was...forgotten or left out when I was changed. I will have to speak with Kacee on this matter posthaste.
I will also do my best to record the day to day occurances of my vampiric life to allow a certain wisdom to be found in my words. A wisdom that perhaps I will discover myself as time progresses. I know not what this new and dark world holds for me but I do know that you shall experience it through my pen dear reader and you shall, hopefully, follow in my footsteps and learn and discover that which I failed to learn and discover on my own either through my own unwillingness to see or my simple inability to see. Know that should you continue reading there will be horrors and words which will not be pleasent to your mind. I can not save you from whatever macabre and grim details may be recorded in these pages just as I can not save myself from experiencing that which my path will lead me through.
*Scrawled at the bottom of the page in a loose and scribbled hand is the following:
Feeding daily is required. Must have energy to impress her, must have her.