More Story Part One by SliceandDice

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More Story Part One
Tuesday, April 17, 2007

It wouldn't let me post it as a whole please read both parts this one first.

The Other
It’s been a week since I’ve been to that club and a week more since I last had an attack and went on a hunt. That’s two weeks of pretending to be normal, two weeks of quiet, two weeks ticking down. I know I am due for another attack, knowing the stress and doubt I put on myself is pushing me, but I ignore it. I just change for the night and climb between the cool sheets. I dry swallow an oblong blue pill, a half dose of a store bought sleep aid, like I do every night, to keep away dreams. Maybe I should have taken more, because the moment I lose consciousness I’m somewhere else.
Bright orange light is closing in. I feel heat surrounding me, so hot my skin feels like it’s blistering. Wood is splintering and cracking, smoke is surrounding me making the hall seem longer and scarier. I hear screams; I can’t tell if they are close or far away. I try to follow them, find them, help them but the heat gets worse when I do. The smoke invades my eyes and lungs. Finally I succumb, choking on the smoke and falling to the ground. I try to clear my lungs with a scream.
The room is too dark and cold, compared to the world I was just thrust out of. The scream dies on my lips as I sit up and try to catch my breath. I look around, trying to center myself but I can’t. I don’t know where I am. I feel my arms for the burns I feel should be there, but I can’t find them. Panic starts to take me.
I hear whispers all around me, but I can’t find their source. I can’t remember anything, how I got here or where here is. The whispering gets louder and louder, more urgent, but I can’t get in through the panic. I fall out of bed and stumble to the bathroom.
I stare at my face in the mirror, at the dark circles and haunted features. I turn on the faucet to wash my face. The moment the icy water touches my fingers I am over whelmed again. Images race through my mind, of black and men, mostly long since dead. A new one takes prominence, his evil ripping into my mind.
I fall to the ground and gripe my knees, only one thing in my mind. I’m crazy, I’m crazy none of this is real, it can’t be. I grab at my head, knotting my hair in my hands, pulling on it. I feel something inhuman try and over take me, I try to fight it, try to remain human, but I don’t know why. I claw at the ground and my skin as I fight the images and the animal force.
Suddenly clearer in my mind I hear a beast telling me to calm down, we have to go on a hunt. I feel other presences, female, and suddenly I remember how I got here and what happened. I am flooded with memories, the lives, deaths, and feelings of my friends. As I snap back to myself, my life comes back and it all feels solid and real again. I remain on the hard cold ground, breathing rapidly, feeling out of control and lost, as every continues to equal out.
I clean up my room and wash my face. I change for the outside world and quickly escape my rabidly inclosing room and start my hunt. I head out in a direction that feels right and set myself out.
The streets and alleyways spread out before me as I stroll down them looking for my pray. The hour has emptied them for the night making the search harder, longer and more unsettling. I fear in the back of my mind that the sun will rise and wake before I find a mark, meaning I will have to kill with out the cover of night but in the spotlight of the sun in the faces of the normal people around me. I keep these thoughts in the back of my mind as I go from neighborhood to neighborhood.
I finally catch a hint of him in a mixed up neighborhood. His aura reaches out down the street around corners letting me know he’s near but with give out his location. The dead office buildings and low rent apartments around lend hiding places making my hunt difficult but I thought I was up to it. The lack of cover means I have to be careful, I can’t blend in. As I start down the street a leap of joy fills my heart because I know this will be fun.
The eerie silence of the street is interrupted by the sound of steady footsteps. When I look to the sound instead of my mark I find, to my surprise, something else. A women instead, walking home I can only presume, turning the corner a head of me. But what really surprised me was her aura, it was sparkly blue, a color I’ve never seen before. It has been years since I’ve seen a new color, and the shock and surprise causes me to stop and center myself.
Before I can return to the trail, a scream cuts in from the street that the woman had just turned down. I run toward the sound knowing what I’ll find. Around the corner the man I’ve been hunting for is waiting. His hands and shirt are covered in blood, and lying at his feet is the body of the sparkly girl.
My heart stopped, my blood froze, my mind shut off, I was too late. Before he could turn to acknowledge me, I pulled a knife. I move forward and thrust the blade quickly just beneath his third button, killing him instantly. He falls next to the girl with a flop.
I kneel down besides the girl and start crying. I’ve lost. I wasn’t fast enough or smart enough to get to him before he got to her. I start brushing her hair out of her face and wipe of some of the blood on her cheek with my sleeve. I just sit there. I sit there in the dark and quiet of the night mourning a girl I never meet before. I sit there wondering what I should do now.
I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here; it can’t have been more than twenty minutes before it happens. I was just sitting there crying occasionally fixing her hair, she woke up. Or, more correctly, I should say she came back to life. Suddenly her eyes snap open. She sits up and quickly and screams, clutching her wound.
I stare at this scared girl, shaking and freaking out, trying to figure out what just happened. It’s all fuzzy in my mind. She was dead, but now she isn’t. She was lying cold on the ground but now she is huddled about herself, shaking and gasping for breath. She doesn’t even seem to know I’m sitting next to her. I am afraid she is going to hurt herself or something, so I reach out and touch her shoulder, trying to claim her down.
She jumps about 3 feet when I touch her. Her eyes are wild with fear. She stares at me for a few heartbeats. “What- what happened?” she asked me with a dried voice.
I’m not going to lie to her. “You where attacked. You-“
“I died.”
I just nod and move closer. She is still shivering so I wrap my arm around. She stiffens a little but lets me, and even leans in a little to my warmth. She just stares into space for a while. Finally I break the silence. “We need to go now”
“Go? Go where?” She just shakes her head over and over.
To be Cont.

COMMENTS

Wednesday, April 18, 2007 2:25 PM

BLUEEYEDBRIGADIER

Whoa...that's just some freaky stuff right there, Slice:O

BEB

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