Post by kurasa on Nov 10, 2008 20:33:14 GMT -5
Introduction
Vampires. Nothing more then something you see in a movie or read in a book. And now they are nothing more then an Exile program. So what does that make me? Or my beloved twin sister? I can only imagine your face right now. Filled with doubt, or horror, or shock, curiosity, amazement. Such...human qualities. Not to say I do not hold some myself. Merely that I do not feel them as often. "How can you possibly be a vampire? Its just not true!" Is what most of you are probably wondering. I'll tell you how. And before I start. No I was not bitten
5 Years Ago
A beautiful day. Light rain alls from gray clouds. Lightning dancing beautifully in the sky. As a low calming thunder rolls over the land. My sister and I running and laughing through the rain. Pretending we are moving so fast we can actually see the rain drops and avoid hitting them. Bang. Bang...bang. It sure as hell was not thunder. And my sister and I could not see what it was that made it. Of course we *KNEW* it was a gun, but he hardly wanted to admit it. "MOVE!" A voice shouts from above, and we do just as an operative lands from possibly 40 feet in the air. That's....that's impossible! I thought. For the buildings in the hell hole of a neighborhood I grew up in were not nearly that high. The operative spun around faster then I could see and fired three shots from his handgun into the darkness of the rooftops. Two dead bodies fell. But a third body jumped and charged after him. A Bloodsucker. His pale skin glistened as the lightning flashed and his hiss seemed to over power the thunder itself. He jumped at the operative and bit into his neck with more hunger in his eyes then a desire to kill.
My sister and I ran into the nearest ally and hid watching the fight from afar. Nothing seemed to make sense! Why was this unusually pale man attacking the guy who jump did a suicide jump?! And why is that guy still alive anyway! All this is impossible! And yet...it seems so right. What was this feeling in my gut that told me that is the real. That is how things truly are.
I watched with interest as they traded blows and gun shots. When it was over the Bloodsucker won. My sister and I walked up to him and said not a word. Made not a sound. He looked at us with his cold dead eyes. He just smiled devilishly and invited us to dinner at his house. He knew we had no home. If you couldn't tell by our lack of clothing then you were an idiot. Of course we accepted. Why would we turn down an offer with someone who got shot many times and is still walking as if he was poked with a stick?! He effortlessly lifted us up and we ran off into the night.
That night was the night I shall never forget. We dined like royalty. Yet acted like children. In retrospect the Bloodsucker said not a thing but listened to my sister and I babble on like idiots. Gawking at every little thing. "Oh oh! Look at that painting!!" "Oh no no! Look at the fireplace!" 'Ohmigod! Look at the stairs!!!!" His house was quiet impressive. It look like a house on the outside. But was built like a mansion on the inside. Its beauty was that of something from ages and ages ago. Something lost to today's world. When dinner was served there was also wine. This wine was special though. He had added a code to it from his own code. A Vampiric Code. Why who knows. Maybe to please the Merovingian. Maybe for his own personal gain. But when we drank from it. We were instantly freed. Not like Zionites do though. He literally. Freed our minds. However. We had to kill to truly be free. Our bodies were still in the pods. They would only rot away if we finished the Vampiric Code inside us. We needed to kill and drink blood of the opposite sex.
My sister refused to. She was disgusted at the thought. She didn't have to say it. I know my sister well enough to know what she is thinking. And I knew she would run that night. And she did. It isn't until recently that I have found her. But this is not about her running. I embraced the code. I went out the next night, killed, and drank. However the Bloodsucker was displeased to say the least. He was furious, outraged, and banished me from his sight.
End of Past
So here I am. Haha. "Why was he mad?" Is what most of you are thinking right now. He was mad for two reasons. One is that I am only half a vampire. I got the best of the vampire world. No more. No less. Which means I have none of their weaknesses. And two. I am gay. He didn't know that. And so I took the life of a boy. Not a girls. This is most likely the reason he blames the code to have failed. But nonetheless. I am what I am. Just goes to show you. Knowledge is power. After all. If he had known. Then he would have had the power to change to code to better suit my preferences. But he didn't know. And therefore had no power. So what am I know? I just am. I am a mind. With no body. Should I go to the real world. I'd look as I do right now. And go through the usual process to jack-in. But my "body" would vanish. So. Now you know. As to what you will do with this information. Well that's up to you.
Vampires. Nothing more then something you see in a movie or read in a book. And now they are nothing more then an Exile program. So what does that make me? Or my beloved twin sister? I can only imagine your face right now. Filled with doubt, or horror, or shock, curiosity, amazement. Such...human qualities. Not to say I do not hold some myself. Merely that I do not feel them as often. "How can you possibly be a vampire? Its just not true!" Is what most of you are probably wondering. I'll tell you how. And before I start. No I was not bitten
5 Years Ago
A beautiful day. Light rain alls from gray clouds. Lightning dancing beautifully in the sky. As a low calming thunder rolls over the land. My sister and I running and laughing through the rain. Pretending we are moving so fast we can actually see the rain drops and avoid hitting them. Bang. Bang...bang. It sure as hell was not thunder. And my sister and I could not see what it was that made it. Of course we *KNEW* it was a gun, but he hardly wanted to admit it. "MOVE!" A voice shouts from above, and we do just as an operative lands from possibly 40 feet in the air. That's....that's impossible! I thought. For the buildings in the hell hole of a neighborhood I grew up in were not nearly that high. The operative spun around faster then I could see and fired three shots from his handgun into the darkness of the rooftops. Two dead bodies fell. But a third body jumped and charged after him. A Bloodsucker. His pale skin glistened as the lightning flashed and his hiss seemed to over power the thunder itself. He jumped at the operative and bit into his neck with more hunger in his eyes then a desire to kill.
My sister and I ran into the nearest ally and hid watching the fight from afar. Nothing seemed to make sense! Why was this unusually pale man attacking the guy who jump did a suicide jump?! And why is that guy still alive anyway! All this is impossible! And yet...it seems so right. What was this feeling in my gut that told me that is the real. That is how things truly are.
I watched with interest as they traded blows and gun shots. When it was over the Bloodsucker won. My sister and I walked up to him and said not a word. Made not a sound. He looked at us with his cold dead eyes. He just smiled devilishly and invited us to dinner at his house. He knew we had no home. If you couldn't tell by our lack of clothing then you were an idiot. Of course we accepted. Why would we turn down an offer with someone who got shot many times and is still walking as if he was poked with a stick?! He effortlessly lifted us up and we ran off into the night.
That night was the night I shall never forget. We dined like royalty. Yet acted like children. In retrospect the Bloodsucker said not a thing but listened to my sister and I babble on like idiots. Gawking at every little thing. "Oh oh! Look at that painting!!" "Oh no no! Look at the fireplace!" 'Ohmigod! Look at the stairs!!!!" His house was quiet impressive. It look like a house on the outside. But was built like a mansion on the inside. Its beauty was that of something from ages and ages ago. Something lost to today's world. When dinner was served there was also wine. This wine was special though. He had added a code to it from his own code. A Vampiric Code. Why who knows. Maybe to please the Merovingian. Maybe for his own personal gain. But when we drank from it. We were instantly freed. Not like Zionites do though. He literally. Freed our minds. However. We had to kill to truly be free. Our bodies were still in the pods. They would only rot away if we finished the Vampiric Code inside us. We needed to kill and drink blood of the opposite sex.
My sister refused to. She was disgusted at the thought. She didn't have to say it. I know my sister well enough to know what she is thinking. And I knew she would run that night. And she did. It isn't until recently that I have found her. But this is not about her running. I embraced the code. I went out the next night, killed, and drank. However the Bloodsucker was displeased to say the least. He was furious, outraged, and banished me from his sight.
End of Past
So here I am. Haha. "Why was he mad?" Is what most of you are thinking right now. He was mad for two reasons. One is that I am only half a vampire. I got the best of the vampire world. No more. No less. Which means I have none of their weaknesses. And two. I am gay. He didn't know that. And so I took the life of a boy. Not a girls. This is most likely the reason he blames the code to have failed. But nonetheless. I am what I am. Just goes to show you. Knowledge is power. After all. If he had known. Then he would have had the power to change to code to better suit my preferences. But he didn't know. And therefore had no power. So what am I know? I just am. I am a mind. With no body. Should I go to the real world. I'd look as I do right now. And go through the usual process to jack-in. But my "body" would vanish. So. Now you know. As to what you will do with this information. Well that's up to you.