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Calligraphy and blood {Journal}
Posted: 03 May 2012, 22:45
by Natalya (DELETED 1453)
Natalya nibbled on her calligraphy pen for a moment as she sat at the desk in the morgue. She wanted to get back to him, so she scribbled quickly, scratching through her mistakes. ((Underlined text means it was scratched through.))
The Third of May, Two Thousand and Twelve,
I sat with my sire's spirit yesterday. He stared off into the misty dark of the Shadow Realm, and I could not fault him. It seems that he spends more time amoung the dead than even I do, and my home is currently the morgue. I wish that I could find a way to help him, but all I can do is sit upon my hands and wait.
I saw a strange little girl in the city several days ago. I sometimes wonder if it's not the same little girl that was looking for her father. I do hope she found him, if only because then he will be able to instill some manners into his child. Which I imagine my sire wishes mine had done to me. They did honestly try, it was simply that I didn't listen. I wonder if that is not the reason the child vexes me so- because she reminds me of myself at a young age.
The funny old man never did respond to my invitation, which made me rather sad. It was strange, really. I tend not to feed from humans if I can avoid it. They taste rather like failure.
And the -what would one call them, family? Bloodline?- The Worthingtons are what I shall call them, I suppose. They are an interesting bunch. I find that several of them seem rather worth talking to, but I suppose I shall see. Perhaps they will restore my faith in humanity--but somehow, I doubt it.
I should go find my meal for today and return to my sire's side. I need to keep him company until he leaves, as he cannot leave when he pleases as I can.
~Natalya
Re: Calligraphy and blood
Posted: 05 May 2012, 21:13
by Natalya (DELETED 1453)
The Fifth of May, Two Thousand and Twelve,
I have returned from my sire's side once more to feed. The rats in the sewers always leave me slightly hungry, but I fed from them anyway. I cannot feed from humans unless I must. They have a taint to them that I cannot stand.
I wonder if my sire notices when I leave, as he stares into the void. His spirit still remains quiet, and I wonder if the dead can even talk in the realm to another there. I suppose it is something I will have to learn about if I am ever sent back, though the idea of being dead still terrifies me. Will I lay there like the bones of the child I touched what seems so long ago? Or would I be able to speak to all those dead and visiting like me?
The child's remains still haunt me. Perhaps I should go into the wilderness one day and find all of that poor child's pieces. Can I put the child to life then? Will it become whole and come to life with these strange powers I possess? The thought of that is a strange, terrifying, and yet exhilarating thought to have.
For now though, I should keep my strength up and return to my sire's side, so that I may be able to help him when he finally returns to this world.
~Natalya
Re: Calligraphy and blood
Posted: 07 May 2012, 23:56
by Natalya (DELETED 1453)
The Seventh of May, Two Thousand and Twelve,
I check the computer today before I return to my father's side, and there are more humans claiming that vampires exist. If they only knew, they would rock in their little corners and cry. ...I feel this need to return to my sires side, so I will leave quickly
~Natalya
Re: Calligraphy and blood
Posted: 09 May 2012, 05:59
by Natalya (DELETED 1453)
The Ninth of May, Two Thousand and Twelve,
It has been a week, and I tire of the constant hopping back and forth between realms. I hope my sire will return soon, but if he does not, then I will continue gaining control of myself and my abilities in order to help him best.
None of these Worthingtons have made any effort to contact me during my brief visits to this realm- though I must admit that I have not been the most approachable. With each day in the shadow realm, I feel my body more pliant to its will. And I come back desiring human blood more as well. Or any blood really. Only the mortality of others make me feel truly alive. Immortality is my burden to bear, but it does not mean it cannot be fun along th-
What is this nonsense I sprout? I should keep quiet my tongue and hide among the dead as I have done until now.
For now I sleep, until my sire may possibly awaken.
~Natalya
Re: Calligraphy and blood
Posted: 12 May 2012, 02:38
by Natalya (DELETED 1453)
The Eleventh of May, Two Thousand and Twelve,
My sire has finally returned from his trip into the shadow realm, and I am relieved.
Unfortunately, I then turned around and found myself distracted and outside when the sun rose. The sun ripped at my flesh as I ran to find shelter, and luckily I did before it caused extensive damage, though I was forced to feed from humans in order to heal. It was a disgusting thing, but I was starving and could not help it. I think that they stumbled away however, and I can only hope that they did not recognize me. I'd hate for one of them to see my face and contact the authorities.
I managed to get my sire to write as well. It is amusing to think of the giant man hunched over scribbling onto paper. But he needs to think and feel as he writes. I worry that he will slip too soon into the shadow realm again if he does not.
Again, I must go and seek my rest within the morgue. How I long for the day when I am able to have a place outside of this morgue to call my own. But the hacking into people's computers does not pay well enough yet, so I must continue to train and save.
Until I come to write again.
~Natalya
Re: Calligraphy and blood
Posted: 14 May 2012, 07:19
by Natalya (DELETED 1453)
The Twenty Fourth of May, Two Thousand and Twelve,
I have her. My child. She lays beside me in the morgue as I sleep, and I have three pieces left to find. I think some animal has taken off with pieces, as I cannot find them nearby. I wish to sleep more before I find the rest. Even now, the shadows are beginning to call me.
I will sleep now for several days, I suppose, and wake up if my sire's people need me once more.
~Natalya
Re: Calligraphy and blood
Posted: 29 May 2012, 00:33
by Natalya (DELETED 1453)
The Twenty-eigth of May, Two Thousand and Twelve,
He's returned to the shadows. Again. Killian, can you not keep yourself from harm's way? Must I slip further into shadows? They're changing me some already.
I scared a cop yesterday during my hunt for these blood thieves. Disgusting humans, taking the blood of my kind. I want to wipe them from the city. I care not for the masquerade, keeping it or breaking it. I care only for my freedom and staying away from those disgusting things I once called my own species.
I have to go to his side now, and hope that he knows I am there again.
I will return soon. ~Natalya
Re: Calligraphy and blood
Posted: 29 May 2012, 19:52
by Natalya (DELETED 1453)
The Twenty-ninth of May, Two Thousand and Twelve,
Today I have discovered my sudden limitations in returning to the shadow realm to remain by my sire's side. It is shifting, changing, and suddenly my ability to return has been limited somehow. What then is the purpose of my training for these abilities?
My anger grows. I know not what Killian was doing to increase his bounty so, but it did seem as if he were drawing it back down when he was killed. My desire to kill all of the humans in this city is growing exponentially, as well as finding those who killed him this time. He was training me in fighting so I could defend myself against those humans who ingest blood. Pathetic blood thieves.
I will see this city burn before I'm through.
~Natalya
Re: Calligraphy and blood
Posted: 30 May 2012, 21:12
by Natalya (DELETED 1453)
The Thirteth of May, Two Thousand and Twelve,
Not sure where I should stand from this point. I could care less about the Masquerade and it's apparent importance to the weak minded and pathetic. However, I cannot stand by the side of breaking this masquerade in large ways- mainly because this means that the pathetic human things will know of us and come crawling, wanting to be like us. Tainted by their desires, they are a plague upon this earth, and we would be better if they were to disappear. Only then, so would most of my kind.
So be it. May we all extinguish in a raging ball of hatred for one another. I'll dance in the flames and laugh as we end.
Only, if I'm going down, I'm damned sure taking a bunch of others with me. Hell isn't much fun without company.
~Natalya
Re: Calligraphy and blood
Posted: 09 Jun 2012, 22:19
by Natalya (DELETED 1453)
The Ninth of June, Two Thousand and Twelve,
Keep getting shot in the head by the stupid police. I can't formulate a decent thought when most of my brains are trickling out along the buildings in the city, and the quality and validity of my thoughts and arguements suffer as a result.
These of my own kind- they want to make deals with these impure humans. Disgusting things, feeding off our blood like some form of half-cannibalistic zombies. We kill the ferals, which are closer to our own kind, so why not these pathetic humans?
And of course, the decision will go through lineage vote. Which means, because I consider myself a Lynch and Dragomir, and not a Worthington, I will have no say. Suprise much? I thought not.
So much for wanting to include all and being fair and just. How could I think that my own species were any different than the pathetic forms we originated from? Simpletons, concerned with petty differences and sexual encounters.
Fine. If these idiots wish to exclude a portion of the populace, then I will not abide by their decisions. I will continue to hunt the humans no matter what the outcome, and if they come after me, then let them.
After all, I still live to watch this city burn.
~Natalya