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Sunday, 21 August 2005
The Beginning
Mood:
 on fire
It's been nearly a month since the vampire-hunt started, and nearly half of my race has been destroyed. Though it has been long since I decided to leave the shelter of my parents, I worry for them. I know the pain that fire can cause--not from experience, no, but from words; oh so elaborate words--and I have witnessed the tactics these humans are using to destroy our kind.
Horrid, terrible words are spoken in spell; wooden stakes are driven into the arms and legs and the stomach; fire is left to consume the body… I have witnessed innocent vampires die in such a horrible way--to make it all worse, such vile acts are committed in the bright of day. And I have witnessed it.
So I have fled. Far, fast.. Away from the humans. Away from their spells, away from their endless slaughter. To a forest. At first, I did not know which forest it was into which I fled, but soon found out it was called Em’ris; and within, there was an abandoned, ruined church. It was there I took refuge. At night, when the vampiric senses inborn to me were heightened to my advantage, I would hunt around Em’ris and feed on such things as rabbits. Their blood was sweet in a sense, but it was not at all satisfying.
This was, I later realized, because I longed to taste human blood, to make them pay for their unforgivable sins. As each day passed and I was still hiding cowardly in the old church, a merciless hatred brewed inside of me. I did not act on the hatred, though, for it did not cloud my common sense. I remained calm, though slowly my heart was becoming tainted with emotions of revenge.
Some days, I did wish to hunt down a human and feed on them, while others, I wished nothing more than sit alone in the church and sulk for my lost brethren. I did not give in to those wishes, I would not let myself. Everyday I’d do as I did the day before: hunt during the night, sleep during the day, anything I desired to do (that could be accomplished under the church’s roof) in between.
But the passing days dragged on, and they soon merged as one. During the day, I would sometimes hear voices from within Em’ris. “I think this hunt may be coming to an end.” I heard one day, and I realized that the hunt had finally caught up with me. Despite this, I continued my daily agenda, only with something extra: each day, I worked on my immunity against sunlight. If need be, and they discovered my existence, I would have to flee again, day or night; I’d need, at least, a couple hours to escape them.
Posted by krystoftaiar
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