Post by Zackary Ravenloft on Dec 8, 2008 22:05:48 GMT -5
Send away for a priceless Gift -
One unsuttle, One not on the liste...
In these times of doing what you are told -
Keep these feelings no one knows...
He stood there in the darkness of the park as a light rain slowly came down and pittered pattered on his face. He lived here in New yorks Coven of vampires. He was the youngest looking vampire in it. He looked no older then 14 years old. He stepped up on the wet swing and pushed himself off the ground making the swing creack and squeek as he pushed himself back and forth in it. His atire was simple and very covering. Long black baggy pants and a long sleeve turtle neck that came up to the area below his chin hiding the markings on his neck and the rest of his body.
Being so young in apearance, it was hard to get blood. He refused to take blood from a human child. So, all his blood came from Pedophiles, the blood he did take form childern where the bullies and idoit run away that walked the streets. His icy blue eyes slide shut and he let his unbrella fall to the ground behind him. His long black trench floated around him as he swung back and forth stills standing in the swing.
His lips moved to a soft song he had heared a few times back. So many years of life, it was hard to keep up with ones age. He was around 62 now right? Well, that was how many years it had been since he was sired. His true age might be much older, but that was hard to tell. Forever young and beautiful. Everyone mistakes him as a child, but his own kind and/or one of those nice fleabidden mutts that ran around new york sniffing one anothers asses. Yes, we are talking about the werewolves. His eyes snapped open and looked around. A old couple walked the park this evening moving towards home. He couldl hear there conversation. Talking about families being together for Thanks Giving and Xmas. Family? Oh yes, he had one of those, but it was not a nomral family. No fathers or mothers, just Brothers and sisters. His loyality stood strong to the coven.
His eyes slid shut again ignoring everything around him for now, but keeping his mind open. No one will be able to sneek up on him tonight. Hidden on his outter Thighs where holsters where his Silver Moon blades where located. A gun never seemed to suit him even through he did have one loaded with silver in his back pocket. He always seemed to move faster and kill faster using the blades on his thighs.
THe swing came to a stop and his face turned towards the sky. What a beautiful night to be out among the stars? It was almost time to feed, time to play prostite for the kiddy rapists. One thing he didn't like to see, even being a vampire, was the slotter of the youth. If they all killed the youth there would be no one to feed upon and vampires would slowly die out.
He saw a target, an older person. Never a child, he slid off the swing and wrapped his arms around himself. One thing the boy had out of everything was being able to act like a child and get what he needed from it. HE stopped smelling the illness coming off the human. No, he wouldn't feed from that, that would make him sick. He pushed his hair out of his face and looked around. Jasper would be wondering where he was by now. The young boy would turn and sart off towards the other side of the park but stopped and looked at a swing. He never was treated like a child. HE never had a child hood. Even through he was 62 in mind, he still looked like a child. HE couldn't go with the others in to clubs or bars. They always kicked him out because he looked fourteen. A sigh left his lips. What he would give to be able to grow. Being a vampirer wasn't that hard, it was the point of being stuck forever as Fourteen.
One unsuttle, One not on the liste...
In these times of doing what you are told -
Keep these feelings no one knows...
He stood there in the darkness of the park as a light rain slowly came down and pittered pattered on his face. He lived here in New yorks Coven of vampires. He was the youngest looking vampire in it. He looked no older then 14 years old. He stepped up on the wet swing and pushed himself off the ground making the swing creack and squeek as he pushed himself back and forth in it. His atire was simple and very covering. Long black baggy pants and a long sleeve turtle neck that came up to the area below his chin hiding the markings on his neck and the rest of his body.
Being so young in apearance, it was hard to get blood. He refused to take blood from a human child. So, all his blood came from Pedophiles, the blood he did take form childern where the bullies and idoit run away that walked the streets. His icy blue eyes slide shut and he let his unbrella fall to the ground behind him. His long black trench floated around him as he swung back and forth stills standing in the swing.
His lips moved to a soft song he had heared a few times back. So many years of life, it was hard to keep up with ones age. He was around 62 now right? Well, that was how many years it had been since he was sired. His true age might be much older, but that was hard to tell. Forever young and beautiful. Everyone mistakes him as a child, but his own kind and/or one of those nice fleabidden mutts that ran around new york sniffing one anothers asses. Yes, we are talking about the werewolves. His eyes snapped open and looked around. A old couple walked the park this evening moving towards home. He couldl hear there conversation. Talking about families being together for Thanks Giving and Xmas. Family? Oh yes, he had one of those, but it was not a nomral family. No fathers or mothers, just Brothers and sisters. His loyality stood strong to the coven.
His eyes slid shut again ignoring everything around him for now, but keeping his mind open. No one will be able to sneek up on him tonight. Hidden on his outter Thighs where holsters where his Silver Moon blades where located. A gun never seemed to suit him even through he did have one loaded with silver in his back pocket. He always seemed to move faster and kill faster using the blades on his thighs.
THe swing came to a stop and his face turned towards the sky. What a beautiful night to be out among the stars? It was almost time to feed, time to play prostite for the kiddy rapists. One thing he didn't like to see, even being a vampire, was the slotter of the youth. If they all killed the youth there would be no one to feed upon and vampires would slowly die out.
He saw a target, an older person. Never a child, he slid off the swing and wrapped his arms around himself. One thing the boy had out of everything was being able to act like a child and get what he needed from it. HE stopped smelling the illness coming off the human. No, he wouldn't feed from that, that would make him sick. He pushed his hair out of his face and looked around. Jasper would be wondering where he was by now. The young boy would turn and sart off towards the other side of the park but stopped and looked at a swing. He never was treated like a child. HE never had a child hood. Even through he was 62 in mind, he still looked like a child. HE couldn't go with the others in to clubs or bars. They always kicked him out because he looked fourteen. A sigh left his lips. What he would give to be able to grow. Being a vampirer wasn't that hard, it was the point of being stuck forever as Fourteen.
What ever happened to the young man's heart-
Swollowed by pain as he slowly fall apart...
I'm Staring down the barrow of a 45-
Swiming through the ashes of another life...
Swollowed by pain as he slowly fall apart...
I'm Staring down the barrow of a 45-
Swiming through the ashes of another life...
