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June 8th, 1999-
I don't know why I begin at this time. For all I know, this date is less than significant, just another in a string of meaningless dates, continuing on in my meaningless existence. My curiosity can onlt leave me, though, with a wonderment of things to come. I still believe that it must, it MUST have a purpose.
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July 12th, 1999-
It has taken me a while to return to my writing, but I simply have not had the inspiration or motivation to write anymore. For the past month, in fact, I have left the house merely to hunt. It is much unlike me, I know, but then again, I don't know how to fix it either. As always is anymore, I am left to myself. Of course I do meet those who wish for my favor when I am out for the hunt, but I ignore them. It isn't them that I desire. I do feel the tides changing though. Perhaps better is yet in store for me. I can only hope.
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August 1st, 1999-
I suppose I should get rid of her soon. She's starting to stink up the place, though I think that might have been there before I killed her. I was especially brutal to her, not like the ones I usually kill. Something about her told me that she needed to pay for, eh, something. I have to trust my instincts I suppose. But then again, today was marked with considerable hatred, of unknown origins, in me. I also have the feeling that she had some affiliation with the ones I seek. I can't prove it. But it doesn't matter, it isn't as if I can take back what I've done. She was evil whether or not she's with them.
I picked through the thoughts drug-soaked brain as I took her. Each made me want her dead all the more. How a mother could do such things to her child. How disgusting it all was. So much that I can't repeat. Thankfully, both were nearing their adulthood, and have a father to stay with. I hope he's of better character than she. I don't know how he could be any worse.
I read the first of Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles tonight. Strange in ways, somewhat accurate in others. Probably the best account I have read so far, though. Heh, her character Lestat was correct. Killing the guilty and criminal does provide much more satisfaction.
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August 2nd, 1999-
They're close. I can feel them. I can feel their eyes when I leave the house to hunt, and I know that they are planning to move soon. It's in the thoughts of the young ones, those who have not yet learned that they must disguise their thoughts from us. I have yet to figure the time, but they want my blood and are convinced they shall have it. But it is I who shall have theirs.
I felt it the strongest last night, after I finished the night's journaling. I decided that it would be a good time to get out, seeing as how I had not been out for so long. As I walked the rues, I felt an overwhelming feeling of being watched. But it wasn't from the drunks in the gutters. I finally ducked into an alleyway. But still the eyes followed me. As inconspicuously as I could, I turned my head. Behind me I saw two of them. And I knew that it was them. I turned completely to face them. I could see the confidence in their eyes that Abbey membership seemed to give all of them, but till they should meet a real "enemy." I walked toward them, and saw one of them faulter for his gun. I lunged at him, knocking the weapon out of his hand. The other man stood there in paralyzed fear. I gripped one of my hands firmly around the man's neck who I had tackled and leaned close into him. I could see he was still trying to fame confindence. Rookie.
"I know what you want," I said, squeezing tighter,"but you're not going to get it. Tell them that if they really want me, send someone who knows what they're doing."
With that I let him go and lunged off of him, up to a rooftop, fast enough that neither of their eyes could have processed it. I stood at the edge of the roof and watched him pick himself slowly from the ground, take his companion, and run for their car. Tired, I made my way home.
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August 9th, 1999-
There was sort of an uneasiness in the air this evening. I sat for a few hours finishing the rest of that Interview with the Vampire novel I began before. Hadn't really picked it up since, but the night was slow and my killing was finished, so I decided that with no other motivation I would continue with that. It was nearly three in the morning when I heard the knock at the door. Not questioning it, I stood to answer it, but something in the back of my head told me to turn around and ignore it. Groggy calm was the basis of all thought, however, so I opened it. A young boy stood outside of the door.
"Umm...hi...ma'am. I was just, err, wondering if I could use your phone," he said, playing with his hands behind his back, "I lost track of my mom and dad in the park and I think they might have left without me or something."
I let him in and motioned toward the parlor to where the telephone was, but the whole time, my apprehension and distrust wouldn't let me take my eyes from the small child. It was something in the way that he moved that wasn't quite human, but he was no vampire. I stood in the doorway of the parlor as he walked to the coffee table where the phone sat and began to make his phone call. He looked back at me for a few seconds before he began to punch in the numbers. I could hear the phone ringing and a voice pick up at the other end.
"Operator"
whispers"Hey, it's Morph. Put me through."
louder so I could 'hear'"Um, hi, Carrie, it's Tim. Are mom and dad back yet?"
The Abbey. I knew it. Disgust filled my brain. They still wanted my blood after all these years. I began to move in closer to him, slow and silent so he would not notice.
"They're not? Um, OK, cause see, I got lost and this lady on Chablie street let me use her phone."whispers"Yeah, 2414, Chablie. Get down here quick, I can't say much more, but we've got her." louder now"Could you pick me up? Aw, that'd be great, sis, and then we could go look for mom and dad, tell em I'm...
I picked him up by the back of the neck and took the phone out of his hands, slamming it down on the receiver.
"First they send beginners, now children? Ah, I am insulted. Well, They've certainly gotten sloppy in their old age haven't they?" I looked at him, and he stared back at me, trying to be brave. He muttered something under his breath.
"What was that? Do speak up, boy, you and I both know that my hearing isn't so good," I smiled at him and squeezed his neck a bit. He began to turn red.
"I said that they got you to let me in, didn't they?"
Valiant. Still trying to defend the bastards after they've signed his death warrant.
Oh. Well then. I suppose they are pretty great, considering that they are willing to sacrifice their children to find a vampire who does nothing but what is in her nature to do. But that's all said and done now. You see, by the time that they get here, We're going to be well on our way."
With that, I picked him up, restraining his arms to his sides, and ran with him into the dark swamplands far behind my home. He struggled, fought with me until we were there. The quickness of the journey startled him. His bravery was cracking.
"Where are we?" he asked me, tears of fear beginning to form in his eyes as he realized that he was, in fact, going to die. I fought my own compassion for him. A beggar child. Homeless they call them now. Offered home by The Abbey. I couldn't destroy him now. But I also couldn't let him know that yet.
"What does it matter? Would it be better you die in a church with a preacher to hear your sins, or in the middle of the woods where they can stay buried forever with you?" I asked, moving around him as a lynx circling it's wounded prey. He struggled for an answer but ended up merely shrugging. I turned from him momentarily and let out a long sigh. I couldn't believe what I was about to do. Turning back to him, I brushed his longish, dark hair off of his neck. Such soft skin it was, tantalizing my fingers to touch. I began to lean towards him, and I felt his body tense, waiting for the pain.
"STOP!"
The heavy voice brought me out of my trance. I stood next to the boy to see several men running towards me. The Abbey had followed. Pushing the boy aside, I ran towards them as well, flying into the air, and then planting my foot in one's chest. I heard his ribcage shatter beneath it, and saw him to the ground where I tore out his throat. I then turned to the others. One of them stepped forward and beckoned me with a hand. I stepped back in a haughty, aristocratic manner, and beckoned him to come forward. He did, lunging at me and knocking me onto my back. I vaulted his large body over my head with my feet and straddled him. I then grabbed his head and twisted it to the side, breaking his neck. I stood and turned back to the final two of the men, who in turn looked at one another trying to decide who should fight me next. They both then lunged for me, and I jumped high over them to where the boy was still standing. I grabbed him up in my arms and positioned my long, razorblade fingernails at the base of his neck.
"Think about this," I said to the men and pressed one of my nails in, letting them see the blood trickle down, "you don't want this responsibility, do you?"
"Don't..." one of them said and began to move toward me. I stepped back and pressed harder, the boy letting out a miniscule shriek of pain.
The man stepped back and looked for a moment towards his counterpart. It was then that I dropped the boy and dove for him, shoving my hand through his chest. He looked at me, horrified, and fell to the ground. The other man, I knocked to the ground with a swift kick, bent to, and drained. Wiping my mouth, I stood and looked at the boy. He was merely standing there, looking at the carnage around him. I walked back over to him, and looked at him."
"How old are you?" I asked him.
"16 next month," he said, trying to straighten himself.
"...ah...I can't..." I said and turned from him. I felt his hand on my back.
"Don't make me go back," he said to me.
"I can't let you stay, now can I? They'll come again for you. And for me.
"No, they won't," he said and walked over to one of the bodies. Reaching inside of the man's black coat, he pulled out a cellular phone, dialed a number, and let it ring.
"Operator."
"Hey, yeah, it's Morph. She's gone. Couple casualties, might want to send somebody. But she's gone. Don't think she'll be coming back any time soon either."
He clicked off the phone and looked at me. I beckoned to him to follow me to the house.
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August 25th, 1999-
It's been about two weeks now since I've been back home. Two weeks that this boy has been following me. I'm not sure when I'll get a chance to put these online, but hopefully I'll get a chance to return pretty soon. Maybe a month or so. I just know that The Abbey is still there, waiting. They know that I will return, that I have to. It's my only world, and it's my own fault for making it so. I should have better planned in the past. But then again, I didn't need any other world before. I haven't bothered to ask, err, Morph, as he calls himself if he knew anything as to their plans, but it hasn't really seemed appropriate. He seems to have taken to me, and either he has learned how to hide his thoughts from me as very few mortals if any can, or he really does find some sort of fascination in me. As much as my mind will not let me, I would love to believe the latter. But he has been my charge as of the past few weeks. I've cleaned him up a bit, become a mother as such, but not really. More a mentor I think. I can read in his mind that he finds me attractive, and it's always flattering from those so young. I do hope that he doesn't expect love from me. I also hope that I don't give it. It sounds strange. But once you hit the 200 year mark, age is irrelevant. I wont do anything. I promise myself that. Merely guide him until he is old enough to leave my charge.
The streets await me.
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