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<center>Something to read: My bedtime-story ^^
This story is told by a male vampire and it is about his life... They're just parts... I'll try to put them in chronological order, if I can find the timeline myself that is *sweatdrop*
Much more to come when typed out...
For those who think
internet + vampire + men + manga/anime loving writer = Yaoi
are mostly right... but NO Yaoi here, sorry...
Steven, somewhere in middle of the chapter
I was on my way to him but my thought were already there. I could see him running to the open closet behind his desk, grab one of his loaded crossbows and then turn around to shoot the arrow straight into my chest. What was I doing? Why was I going to see him? He is a demon-hunter. He would kill me. But still I felt the urge to, I had to be out of my mind.
With these thoughts hunting my mind I walked up to an crowded Inn and I hesitated. This was the place where I had spend the most of my time in my life. No... I wasted it here. My father sat here every night. Being an animal, drinking, and I was always there next to him, as long as I could remember. I took over his pity-full life as soon as he died; working at this useless mine doing a useless job and every night I was right here in the inn getting myself drunk. There were only two things he had and I didn't; a wife and a son. I had become worse and more useless than the man I had hated so much. He at least did his job, I didn't. People could find me here in the evening, at night and at the times I supposed to be at work. Steven had tried to make that clear to me many times but eventually gave up. They all knew me here and I had always thought and told myself and others that I knew them too, but I didn't. I knew some facts, rumours, names and faces but I knew nothing about their lives, their feelings, if they had wives and children they cared about and other things like those. They knew everything about me though. I told those men everything about me and my life, or complaining about it if you want to call it that way. Not that there was much to tell, really. There were only the stories about the always drunken, aggressive and by many others known as the hardworking and respected father of mine and Steven, my best and only friend who I had treated so badly and whose friendship I had neglegted.
I made my choice and opened the door to the inn, the gateway to a warm and familiar surrounding. Atleast, that's how I remembered it. It looked but did not feel familiar and warmth was something I sensed no more. I stepped into the hallway and watched my feet walking over the old wooden floor I had walked so often. As I came near the hall it somehow felt good to be here again, at least until they all noticed me as I entered the hall itself. I walked up to the bar to sit down where I had always been sitting and I felt their eyes staring at me, watching my every move. It was like I almost could hear their thoughts asking if it was really me sitting up there and if my death was a bad joke or some rumour that went the wrong way, but it wasn't. I sensed they feared something and with the passing of every minute that fear went stronger. They started whispering with each other about me and with my now sensitive hearing I could hear it all. It turned out that I was right about their fear. A creature of damnation, a vampire, they whispered. Yet still I hoped that one of them would come sit next to me and start talking like nothing had happened, but I knew nobody would. None of them would, that night.
Chapter about Steven
He is a scientist, historican and explorer but his specialisation was demon-hunting. He didn't really hunted himself but he had found ways to kill certain demons and help many professional demon-hunters to become that professional with only his ideas and findings. In return he had learned to hunt and finally became such hunter too.
unknown chapter about weird stuff (werewolves, gargoyles maybe), beginning
If I have ever seen some really weird stuff you asked? Well I've seen some werewolves and some big, black hounds with red eyes disappearing into nothing but that is not worth of telling, really. Just let me think for a moment.... O, yes. There is one time. Back then I was still reckless and wild but already on my way to become the well-thinking, civilized man I am now.
I was again looking for a place to live and to have a safe sleep. I urgently needed a good one because of the sudden growth of vampire- and demonhunters in certain regions. Like I told before I already had to flee because my region was one of them. After a long search, in which I luckily didn't encounter any hunters, I found a very fitting city. A city cut off from the rest of the world and with the nightlife around, it was very easy to find my victims. Drunken or not. So the surroundings were good but I had only the night to find myself a place to hide for the day. I walked from out of the stretching green fields and started walking on the road to the entrance. A pretty fancy entrance. A big stone gate with gargoyles at each end and one in the middle and with moss growing all over it. While walking under it I felt those creatures staring at me. It was a creepy feeling although I knew they weren't real and just from stone.
I wandered around in the streets in hope of finding myself that little perfect place and amazed myself that there where so many people around at night. I already knew that this town had a nightlife-scene but I had never had thought that it could be so crowded. There were so many people walking, hah, or stumbling around and nobody really paid attention to me. Couldn't they see I was pale and not breathing? Was there no thought wandering around in there minds thinking that I could be a vampire for which they should fear? But I sensed no fear at all! People just kept on talking as they passed me, people bumped into me and apologized and a woman even asked me the way around. It felt good. It was almost like I was human again but I didn't had the time to enjoy further more. I had to find. And suddenly it was there, just there right in front of my nose. By looking up and in the distance, I saw this big building with a big tower on it. The way it looked made me pretty sure it was deserted.
Chapter: An immortal dream, beginning
I haven?t only met dangerous or alike, I have also had some interesting creatures and humans crossing my path. I have learned many from these. For example. Once, I had this discussion with a human who wanted to become a vampire so badly that he wandered around every night hoping to be bitten. In these kind of situations I have met myself and found out what my standards really are. I?ll tell you;
As I told you before I had found my home; a village where people knew about the existence of vampires and left alone those who where. No, It?s more than that. People treated "my kind" as their own and sometimes even respect flies by. But I already told you that
Chapter: An immortal dream, somewhere middle
"Some say that the highest thing a being can reach for is perfection. Perfection in knowledge and skills. You could say that eternity is the way to become but nothing is less true. As the world turns and the ages pass, knowledge and standards change and/or increase. Some things probably will be left to be unknown, not to mention the many things that can be forgotten.
So maybe the question you need to ask is:
What is perfection to you and can it be reached at all?"
He looked at me, interested but not convinced. And I can tell you he wasn't. But at least now he knew that it wasn?t going to be me fulfilling his immortal wish unless he thought of some strong reasons to convince me.
 Corvus monedula · Sat Apr 30, 2005 @ 10:39pm · 0 Comments |
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