Post by henley358 on Aug 3, 2011 23:52:47 GMT -5
By Henley Wilson
Burning In Light
Humans are such pathetic beings. They lack the understanding of anything different from themselves. So they fear things that are different and they persecute and shun them. This is how I came to be in this ridiculous situation; being chased by a hoard of humans, running for my life like some mangy mongrel. I can’t believe I let this happen. I came to this village two months ago and tried to blend in as well as possible. If they knew who I was, what I was, this would have happened a lot sooner.
I put on a façade to the townspeople to make them think I was just like any other man. I worked during the night so I wouldn’t arouse any suspicion. I tried to act as normal as possible, making sure I was never caught in a strange situation.
I connected with the people of the village. I helped them and I became their friend. But what could I have done? Those people don’t know what it’s like to deal with the thirst. It’s not just a desire; it’s a need for survival. I can’t live without human blood, so I cheated.
About once or twice every two weeks, I’d sneak into one of their houses and take what I needed from them. It was so easy. Whomever I had bitten would just get sick and then suddenly die. The townspeople would just mark it off as some string of illness going around. They never suspected me; at least not until tonight.
I couldn’t prolong it any longer. The thirst was the strongest it had been in a long time, so I decided to go out for a small drink. It was just like all the other times, very easy. I found a house in the village with all the residents seemingly asleep, so I snuck in and found one of the rooms that had a young girl in it.
I couldn’t resist, so I made it quick. But after I had finished drinking, I turned to leave when I saw the girl’s sister standing in the doorway. Before I could even react, she screamed at the top of her lungs. I ran out the door and made my getaway, while listening to the girl’s father curse as loud as he could. I made my way back to my house and tried to figure out what I was going to do.
Suddenly I heard a commotion outside and went to see what it was. Outside my house there was a mob of people with every kind of weapon imaginable. They had pitchforks, torches, guns, knives, and even some were holding crosses. They knew my secret.
I went outside, but before I could even get a word out of my mouth, someone fired a shot from one of the guns. The bullet went into my side. I may be immortal, but I could still feel pain, and this was horrible. The mob rushed me all at once, stabbing me, burning me; some even hit me with the crosses which scarred my skin.
I managed to push them off me and get away. I ran as fast as I could and found an abandoned farmhouse. It was big and dark. It looked like it had been empty for years. It could serve as a good hiding place for now.
I went inside and sat on the floor and leaned up next to the wall. There were slash marks that covered my body. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. It was so ridiculous.
I had never done anything horrible to them before. I moved into their town, earned their trust, and became one of them. I could have terrorized their town and killed all of them. Compared to what I could have done, this was nothing. All I did was kill a few people for my own survival. All along I could have easily killed every single one of them just for my own entertainment.
I was merciful because I pitied these pathetic humans. I didn’t harm them because of their massive inferiority to myself. Now it’s going to end. I can no longer empathize with these humans. I shall show them no mercy. Even now, as I hear them rapping at the door, I decide that this time I won’t hold back.
They break down the doors and swarm inside like the filthy insects they are. With a simple movement of my feet, I rush passed them, while slicing and ripping them apart. It’s a simple process to get by them and make my way toward the door.
I ran outside and I realize something very important. I hadn’t been keeping track of time. This wouldn’t be such a horrible situation if it hadn’t been dawn. The sun was shining in the distance and I felt my skin start to bake. Smoke started rising from my burning flesh and I could feel the heat inside my body start to rise. My body started to stretch and I felt my insides begin to explode. Soon enough my body broke and scattered as my remains crumbled and slowly became dust in the wind.
I never knew the feeling of satisfaction I would have had when the townspeople never found me. The mystery remains as well as their fear. For me, my life of seclusion and make believe has ended. In my final moments I had accepted what I truly am and now I can rest.
Burning In Light
Humans are such pathetic beings. They lack the understanding of anything different from themselves. So they fear things that are different and they persecute and shun them. This is how I came to be in this ridiculous situation; being chased by a hoard of humans, running for my life like some mangy mongrel. I can’t believe I let this happen. I came to this village two months ago and tried to blend in as well as possible. If they knew who I was, what I was, this would have happened a lot sooner.
I put on a façade to the townspeople to make them think I was just like any other man. I worked during the night so I wouldn’t arouse any suspicion. I tried to act as normal as possible, making sure I was never caught in a strange situation.
I connected with the people of the village. I helped them and I became their friend. But what could I have done? Those people don’t know what it’s like to deal with the thirst. It’s not just a desire; it’s a need for survival. I can’t live without human blood, so I cheated.
About once or twice every two weeks, I’d sneak into one of their houses and take what I needed from them. It was so easy. Whomever I had bitten would just get sick and then suddenly die. The townspeople would just mark it off as some string of illness going around. They never suspected me; at least not until tonight.
I couldn’t prolong it any longer. The thirst was the strongest it had been in a long time, so I decided to go out for a small drink. It was just like all the other times, very easy. I found a house in the village with all the residents seemingly asleep, so I snuck in and found one of the rooms that had a young girl in it.
I couldn’t resist, so I made it quick. But after I had finished drinking, I turned to leave when I saw the girl’s sister standing in the doorway. Before I could even react, she screamed at the top of her lungs. I ran out the door and made my getaway, while listening to the girl’s father curse as loud as he could. I made my way back to my house and tried to figure out what I was going to do.
Suddenly I heard a commotion outside and went to see what it was. Outside my house there was a mob of people with every kind of weapon imaginable. They had pitchforks, torches, guns, knives, and even some were holding crosses. They knew my secret.
I went outside, but before I could even get a word out of my mouth, someone fired a shot from one of the guns. The bullet went into my side. I may be immortal, but I could still feel pain, and this was horrible. The mob rushed me all at once, stabbing me, burning me; some even hit me with the crosses which scarred my skin.
I managed to push them off me and get away. I ran as fast as I could and found an abandoned farmhouse. It was big and dark. It looked like it had been empty for years. It could serve as a good hiding place for now.
I went inside and sat on the floor and leaned up next to the wall. There were slash marks that covered my body. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. It was so ridiculous.
I had never done anything horrible to them before. I moved into their town, earned their trust, and became one of them. I could have terrorized their town and killed all of them. Compared to what I could have done, this was nothing. All I did was kill a few people for my own survival. All along I could have easily killed every single one of them just for my own entertainment.
I was merciful because I pitied these pathetic humans. I didn’t harm them because of their massive inferiority to myself. Now it’s going to end. I can no longer empathize with these humans. I shall show them no mercy. Even now, as I hear them rapping at the door, I decide that this time I won’t hold back.
They break down the doors and swarm inside like the filthy insects they are. With a simple movement of my feet, I rush passed them, while slicing and ripping them apart. It’s a simple process to get by them and make my way toward the door.
I ran outside and I realize something very important. I hadn’t been keeping track of time. This wouldn’t be such a horrible situation if it hadn’t been dawn. The sun was shining in the distance and I felt my skin start to bake. Smoke started rising from my burning flesh and I could feel the heat inside my body start to rise. My body started to stretch and I felt my insides begin to explode. Soon enough my body broke and scattered as my remains crumbled and slowly became dust in the wind.
I never knew the feeling of satisfaction I would have had when the townspeople never found me. The mystery remains as well as their fear. For me, my life of seclusion and make believe has ended. In my final moments I had accepted what I truly am and now I can rest.