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Oh, How I loath the darkness (A Vampire Story) 1600 words...
***Unfinished***Rough-Draft***
-------I started this Vampire peace about two hours ago, and so far I am
liking where it is going. I really had no real clue where I was going with
it, but I knew I wanted vampires. Please tell me what you thought as you
read it, and bring up anything that catches you eye. I am currently, and
will be, writing the next five chapters in rough draft, so keep on the look
out for updates...
-------------------------OH, HOW I LOATH THE DARKNESS--------------------------
---------------------------------------------By---------------------------------------------
----------------------------------------J.P. Van D----------------------------------------
---------------------------------------------------Loath The Darkness / J.P. Van / Pg. #1
--------------------------------------Intro, Part 1:---------------------------------------
-------“Seven centuries, seven centuries,” Alexandro rattled on. “We’ve
been living out of sight--out of mind--for seven centuries. And Tremayne
you know what?”
------- “Dro asked me to answer, and I proclaimed it to be a bad idea; his
whole notion of emerging into broad daylight, in order to tell the world
that we exist. He must have been living in a dreamland, a fallacy.
Delusions I will later put a stop to Edgar.”
------- “And how do you suppose we go about doing that?”
------- “By disbanding his votes, sharpening the guillotine, and telling the
secrets, secrets that I’ve been holding to long! Please take a seat; I
have some stories to tell, that you might be a little interested in.”
------- “Certainly.”
------- He tossed his hat between the arms of a leather chair and sat
down before the bell rang. Tremayne slowly made his way to the arched
wooden door, that went all the way up to the 12’ ceiling. “Hello... Come
in, please, Oh, look she brought coffee. Is it any good? Mm. No response,
well, would you like some? ”
---------------------------------------------------Loath The Darkness / J.P. Van / Pg. #2
-------“I’ll have some if it’s any good,”
------- “Kira? She makes great coffee... However, she don’t speak so well
any more. You know the tongue, or her lack of one, kinda gets in the way
of that.”
------- “When are you going to leave her alone? How many years, two
hundred?”
------- “There are just some things you don’t do; even to a human.”
------- An uneasy look started to grow on Edgar’s face, almost like he was
going to lose his breakfast all over the marble floor. (If he had eaten, it
would of been likely for him to have lost his breakfast.) It was a feeling
that rarely came over him in his immortal years, though, certain things
would trigger it, but never the same things as before he was immortal.
“I’m not to sure about coffee after that. I feel as if I was dumped into
reality by waking up to early for my night before. You know, like whiskey,
or food poising before you were... Ugh, I mean when you were human.”
------- Do you want some or don’t you? Its fit to drink...
------- Just a touch, just one cup of piping hot joe.
------- Kira was sitting at one end of a rather long wooden table. She was
smoking, reading one of the many books off the numerous shelves that
lined the one side of the rectangular room. Every once in a while she
would lay the book down on the table, and smoke the cigarette, that was
smoldering in the ash tray in front of her. She’d switch from going back
and forth between the book and the cigarette, to rubbing the wet brown
swirls of hair on her neck, and then turning the page.
------- The thousands of volumes in that lined the manors library, are
categorized, labeled and archived--every page. The fascination Alexandro
has with his own people is amazing. He must have searched every lost
corner of world for “human truth” about my people, the vampires. There
are volumes of all sorts: On garlic, crucifixes, holy water, and wooden
stakes. At one point he had even traipsed upon the value of coffins for
sleeping, sun block for brief forays into the sun, and the proper
composition of the ideal coven. Yes, It’s true. Humans wrote books under
the guise of being Vampires, and Vampires wrote books filled with
nothing but lies about my people. And from what I can gather... It
worked.
---------------------------------------------------Loath The Darkness / J.P. Van / Pg. #3
---------------------------------------Intro, Part 2:--------------------------------------
------- On this sunday morning in May, this leader who later was to be
beheaded, said he had dreamed of peace, and proclaimed humanity was
ready to except the species. Of coarse this caused a sensation, granted
we left out the dream part; they’d of had both our heads for that, and on
silver platter I might add. The use of dreams was abolished after the
Dark-ages, but once again a prophesy had infected almost every known
sector, communion, and settlement we had managed to meagerly exist in.
We are still rebuilding out of the ash of his last dream. A prophesy I later
took partial credit for, (for reasons I’m still not quite sure of), but at any
rate, the dream had only been accurate on one count: The massive
eruptions of 535 AD.
------- On the cool August morning of the twenty-sixth of 1883, the first of
a series of increasingly violent explosions occurred. This particular day
was the cause of the greatest sensation to come over my kind in
nineteen centuries before or after Christ. And the subsequent
environmental calamity was equal to ‘two thousand million Hiroshima size
bombs.’ A day that damned my species into the darkness. The plagues,
famines, deaths, and the fall of Teotihuacan, the once great mexican city,
still does not bother me, but dro does, and I’m through with his endless
masquerade.
------- However much I may despised him It isn’t in my best interests, or
any other Higher Members future prospects, to let him destroy what we
have created. After all, as he said, “it has been seven centuries.”
Centuries of vivid darkness, that he has no right to comment on. Nine
hundred years and he’s telling an Elder about Immortality and it’s costs. I
turned him into what he is, and appointed him to the powerful position he
has; a position that he has abused time and time again. He’s weak, and
that is a matter of fact, not opinion, although, it was the general
consensus when I passed the deciding vote--A decision I have lived to
regret for well over a hundred years.
---------------------------------------------------Loath The Darkness / J.P. Van / Pg. #4
-----------------------------------------Chapter 1-----------------------
-------------------------------------------------535 AD------------------------------------------
------- On August the 15th of 1883, Alexandro woke from his slumber in
the chamber quarters of Lanshire, his eye were still partially crusted over
from the hemeralophia; day blindness, when he tried to right himself on
the hay thatch mattress.
-------It was uncommon for a vampire to sleep at night, but not in Dro’s
case; he was an eccentric english man, that at times was a careless and
merry fellow. But he wasn’t whom he used to be. No, he appeared grave,
moody, averse from general society, and habitually taciturn and
undemonstrative even in the company of his most intimate friends.
Evidently something had happened to him, or he had done something,
but I couldn’t believe that his conscious could of had the better of him, for
I knew him as a dark man, capable of anything. (And that anything I
wouldn’t of put past him.) But on that particular morning he had another
one of his prophecies. Like many vampires his dreams were filled with
predictions of the future, but his pertained to the whole race of vampires,
not just himself. These prophecies led him to second in command, just
behind me. He was my personal adviser, and friend for nearly 700-years.
He had not earned his position; It was given to him, because of his
foresight.
------- After Dro had finally righted himself so he could get out of bed; he
became aware of the world around him--As he wiped the crust from the
corners of his eyes he notice that I was sitting in the sunlight, that was
shining through the medieval archways of his quarter--I smirked: inwardly
laughing at his futile squints, and told him that in another century his
eyes would get used to the light.
------- I was going to shut the cotton drapes, but seeing that he likes to
suffer, I kept him waiting for few minutes, while I finished my tobacco
pipe. “Poor man,” I said, “and look around the world--is it not blue: the
sky today?, is it not greener than hues can allow my friend?” He looked
like a large Siamese cross-eyed cat preparing to pounce on its pray.
---------------------------------------------------Loath The Darkness / J.P. Van / Pg. #5
----------------------------------------Chapter 1----------------------------------------
------------------------------------------535 AD------------------------------------------
------- “I do hope that you would not start with the is-it-not-s,” he said, while
sitting at the edge of the bed nearest to me. Do you remember the
brothels back in the 1300’s? And turning the whole whorehouse before
we spilled a drop of blood. Those were the best times. I miss the
maidens, all of them. Now, we can’t do that here any more. No, the fat of
land seems to have withered dry here--But do you remember?
------- I must admit; I do, and they were the best time, but aren’t we
immortal?
------- “Yes, I suppose... Last night while I slept in these quarters I saw a
stunningly complex chain of events, that our kind will rise up from.”
------- “None to soon,” I said. “And what was the cause of this?”
------- “Volcanos, I do believe.”
------- “I saw an eruption once: It was hellfire raining down on the earth.”
------- “Ah, but This could be used to our advantage: The human
civilization from Mongolia to Constantinople is going to be cloaked in
darkness. A cloud of black ash will rise higher than any cloud in the sky.
Then there will be tremendous explosions heard around the world. The
drifting dust will cause red sunsets throughout the following year. A wave
of a 120 feet will kill 36,000 in Sumatra--Now, is the time of the Vampire--
and Treymayne, you and I are their leaders.”
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All I know I know because I have the fortune or misfortune of having to teach myself. -- Yehthatsme
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