It’s Christmas Eve. I regretfully found no good way to see my family. I used work as an excuse. I feel bad about missing another holiday but I don’t think “Hey, I am a vampire” is the kind of Christmas greeting they want. But to my faithful readers…er…reader, Merry Christmas. Hope it’s better than mine.
But now, onward we must go. I promised I would finish the story that led to my long absence from the world wide web. Now, I must admit, parts of this are as clear as if they happened twenty minutes ago and some of it is not so clear, like looking through glass smeared with mud. I will try to do my best to make it coherent though.
I believe we left off about two hours before sun-up on…
Sunday, December 13.
I was completely shocked and horrified by the sudden appearance of the Dark Man in my car. I leapt against my car door, trying to keep the distance between us as far as possible.
He smiled that evil grin of his and laughed at me. He laughed for almost a full minute, loud guffaws at my expense. “I can’t believe you did that! I guess you aren’t trying to hold on to mortality as much as I thought! Killing an innocent! I never would have expected that!”
I shuddered as he began to laugh again. My entire being was filled with shame and fear. I yelled at him senselessly, trying to get him to shut up. But his laughter only grew at this. Frustrated I flung my car door open and began to step out. In what must’ve been less than a second my head was pinned against the back of my seat.
The Dark Man reached across me and pulled the door shut. He moved his face within an inch of mine. I could smell him. He was musty and smelled of dirt and rot. “Were you just going to leave her there? Were you not going to clean up the mess you just made?” he sneered at me.
“Don’t you see what you could’ve done? You would have led them right to you. A dead body, fang marks on the neck, footprints, fingerprints and probably even cameras. Such a rookie mistake,” he laughed.
Moments later we were standing at the scene of my crime. The Dark Man surveyed the area with glee. He took a walk around the area, moving in a wider circle around the body each time. He came back to me and declared that he had found no cameras that had borne witness to my feeding. Then he turned to me and smiled again. “Now, get rid of the body,” he ordered.
I looked down at the body on the ground. I looked around me, confused. What was I supposed to do with it? I looked at him with the question in my eyes.
“Must I do everything for you?” he groaned. He walked over to the body and knelt next to it. He placed one hand on the foot of the corpse, and his other around the calf. He gripped hard and then pulled his arms in opposite directions. The foot dislodged itself from the body with a sickening slosh and crack.
I turned my eyes to the side, trying not to vomit. I watched with horror as The Dark Man split the body into sections. Within five minutes the security guard was nothing but a pile of flesh. Luckily I had drained the guard of all but drops of her blood. This made the area a lot less messy.
The Dark Man stood up from his work. “This is why you shouldn’t kill anywhere there isn’t an easy disposal location nearby. Lakes, ponds, graveyards with open graves, slaughterhouses…all good locations,” he explained.
I cringed at the last one. “Slaughterhouses?” I asked. He rolled his eyes. “After you’re done, just split the body and throw it in with the other useless bovine parts,” he explained, “Now, take these pieces to your car.”
I held back my gags as I gathered body parts into my arms and delivered them to my car. I didn’t have a bag so I dropped them into the trunk. It took me three trips but eventually I had the entire body in my trunk. The Dark Man helped me walk the area and brush away any footprints left at the location of the scuffle.
When we were done we drove to a nearby convenience store and bought a roll of duct tape and some garbage bags. The Dark Man then instructed me to drive down to the lake. I put the pedal to the metal as I could see the light threatening to break over the horizon. I could feel the sun coming.
At the lake, we parked and wrapped the body parts into garbage bags along with the largest stones we could find. Then we taped the packages as tightly as possible.
“Now what?” I asked. The Dark Man grabbed three of the packages and said, “Now we swim.” He carried the parcels to the edge of the lake. I watched him strip out of his clothes, pick up the packages and leap into the cold water. After what seemed like 3 minutes he came up again. “Go down as deep as you can and try to wedge them into the lake floor.
I stripped out of my clothes and followed suit. After two trips the body was safely stowed away at the bottom of the lake.
After we dressed again, I stood by the lake for a moment. I thought about the woman’s family. I didn’t know her situation and had no idea who was waiting for her at home. I only knew that they would wait forever and she would never come.
The Dark Man let me have a moment, something I am surprised about, now that I think back. Then he came up behind me. “We must go now. The sun will be up soon.”
We got in my car and I began to head home. He stayed silent until I was about to exit to go toward my apartment complex. “Stay straight,” he instructed me. “Wait, my apartment is…”I started. “We aren’t going to your place. Irma wants to see you,” he smiled.
“Who’s Irma?” I asked.
“You’ll see,” he answered smugly.
We drove for about fifteen minutes. The Dark Man pointed out each turn. We finally came to a stop in a small residential neighborhood. The lawns were neatly trimmed. BMWs and Mercedes Benz were parked in each driveway. But our target was a quaint yellow house with white trim. Flowers were planted in boxes along the windows. A miniature windmill turned in the breeze and an American flag flapped from its location on a pole from the front porch columns. My grandmother could have lived here.
The Dark Man led me to the door and rang the doorbell. There was the sound of movement inside and then the door cracked just a bit. “Who is it?” a voice asked from inside. “It’s me,” the Dark Man answered flatly. The door swung open to reveal a diminutive black woman with huge reading glasses perched on her short nose.
“Hello, Velma, is Irma still awake or has she retired?” The Dark Man asked.
“She has just gone downstairs,” she said as she glanced at the slowly brightening street, “ You two better come in.”
We stepped into the hallway of what seemed like an average American home. It was complete with knick knacks, umbrella stand and family pictures. I almost laughed at sheer ridiculousness of it all. Vampires just didn’t fit into these surroundings.
“You can take the spare rooms in the cellar. I will wake you up at 8pm,” Velma said as she opened the closet door. I followed the Dark Man as he stepped into the closet. We brushed through a collection of coats and boxes and pushed through a false wall in the back.
We stepped into a dark hallway lit only by night lights that were plugged in every few feet. We walked about ten feet and then the Dark Man pointed to a door to my left. “You can sleep in there. It’s light proof.”
I nodded and stepped through the door. I looked around the room. It was dark and I could barely make out the furnishings. I saw a bookshelf in one corner, covered in cobwebs. A desk and chair sat in the opposite corner. I turned back to my companion. “Where’s the bed?” I asked.
He pointed to a third corner and I shuddered. It was a coffin. I looked at him and with horror in my eyes. Surely he wasn’t serious! “Yes, it is a bit old fashioned, I know. But it’s surprisingly comfortable,” the Dark Man said. I stepped forward and looked in the coffin. It was lined with cushiony velvet. I didn’t know how this would be comfortable. I leaned down to feel the lining.
Suddenly I felt a hand on my back and I tumbled into the coffin. I tried to turn over and put my hands up but it was too late. The lid was shut on me. I heard the Dark Man laughing outside. “Sleep tight,” he screamed through the coffin walls and I heard a lock turn and latch. I pushed against the walls of the coffin. I pushed at the lid. I kicked and screamed. But it was to no avail. I was locked in.
I was soon sound asleep.
Some time later, I was awakened by sounds outside of my coffin prison. I heard voices. It was the Dark Man. I couldn’t make out what he was saying. But then I heard a woman’s voice. It was an older woman. It was not the Velma that I had met earlier. She sounded like she was ancient, her voice raspy and quiet. I tried to make out what they were saying. I held my breath and I heard them begin to move out of the room. As they passed my coffin I heard the old woman say “A week should suffice.”
And then silence.
I managed to bring my hands down to my sides and I felt something bulging in my pocket. It was my cell phone! My first instinct was to call the police. But could I do that? How would I explain my condition? Who could I call?
After five minutes of twisting and turning I managed to pull the phone from my pocket and bring it up toward my head. I flipped the phone open and the display lit up the inside of the coffin. The display was bright and hurt my eyes in the darkness. After my vision was clear I looked at the display. It read: Sunday 12/13/09 11:30pm. In the upper right corner of the display were the words NO SIGNAL. I looked at the battery life. It read 78%. Luckily, I had charged my phone after I had found it.
I closed the phone and lay in the darkness. The hours passed slowly. I checked my phone often at first and then as the time passed by, less and less. I began to fade in and out of consciousness. Everything seemed to blur and I was lost in my thoughts.
Every time I felt…”right”…I checked the date and time on my phone, only leaving it open for seconds in order to conserve the battery. I watched the days pass.
Monday 12/14/09 10:15pm
This is when the calls came. I tried to answer but the signal was too weak and calls were disconnected immediately.
Tuesday 12/15/09 1:08am
This is when the thirst hit me first.
Thursday 12/17/09 9:22pm
The pain in my stomach was so unbearable that I could barely think straight. My entire body felt as if it had been beaten relentlessly. My skin was wrinkled and loose. I was literally wasting away.
Sunday 12/20/09 4:30am
And then finally, on Monday, I felt my coffin begin to move. I heard the key turn and then there was blinding white light as the coffin lid was opened.
The instant I felt I could escape I leapt from my prison cell, I whipped my arms around me and swung at everything around me. I felt my fist connect with soft flesh and then I was suddenly pinned against the wall by my throat. My vision slowly cleared and I was looking down into the eyes of a small elderly woman. She had her hand wrapped around my neck and I was pinned against the wall a full foot off the ground.
“Are you going to behave yourself, young man?” she asked.
I nodded as much as I could and the old woman released me. I crumpled onto the floor and looked up at her.
“I’m Irma,” she began, “You hit my Velma. That is not acceptable. I’ve a mind to place you back in that coffin for another week.”
I looked into the corner and saw the Dark Man holding Velma in his arms. She was unconscious. I looked back at the woman and began to plead. I apologized profusely and began to sob, choking because of my dry throat.
“Get yourself cleaned up and then come up stairs. We need to talk,” she said as she left the room, followed by the Dark Man who carried Velma in his arms.
I was left alone and looked over to the desk. I crawled to it and then climbed into the rickety chair in front of it. On the desktop sat a candelabra that burned brightly, a change of clothes in my size, a basin of water, a mirror and a small box with holes poked in the side.
I leaned over the mirror and looked at my own reflection. I was a shell of my former self. I looked like a living skeleton. Skin hung off of my cheeks and my eyes were deeper set than ever before.
Then suddenly a scent hit me. Blood. Living blood. I ripped the lid off the box and took in its contents for only a mere moment. Then I grabbed the kitten, my fangs descended and I fed. I literally felt the skin begin to tighten on my cheeks. After feeding, I looked in the mirror. My skin was markedly tighter, yet I still looked haggard. I slipped out of my clothes and dressed in the fresh clothes on the desk. I washed my face quickly and then ventured into the hallway.
As I stepped out of the closet, the Dark Man was waiting for me. “This way,” he said and led me out of the hallway into a sitting room lit by only a few lamps and a fire in a small fireplace in the corner.
Irma sat in an armchair nearest the fire. She was holding a small dog on her lap and as I entered she barely glanced up at me.
“Come sit next to me, dear,” she said and pointed to the end of the sofa nearest to her. I obeyed and sat down. She looked up at me, grabbed my chin and eyed my face. “My, you are young. You are still not full, are you?” she asked. I shook my head no. “We’ll fix that,” she said and she picked the puppy up of her lap and sat it on mine.
I took that as a cue and lifted the dog to my mouth. I was about to bite when the dog was ripped from my grasp. Irma held the puppy to her breast and looked at me in horror.
“NOT MITZIE!” she cried. After a moment of awkward stares she rang a bell and Velma entered. Her cheek was swollen and bruised. She carried two more small kittens with her. She handed them to me. I fed quickly, emptying the creatures in less than a minute. Velma took the lifeless bodies from my hands and left the room.
“Better, already.” Irma said and smiled warmly. She leaned forward and looked at me for a moment. “I bet you wonder why you are here. Well, I will tell you. Your maker was an idiot. He made you on a whim and then abandoned you without any teaching.” She glared at the Dark Man as she said this.
“That being said, there are rules and you have broken them. Your offense is a grave one. However, you have been punished and we can move forward without further mistakes,” she said.
“I am sorry, Irma. I am not sure what I have done.” I replied.
“Not sure? You have exposed your kind to great danger. You fed on an innocent and were going to just leave the body in the open. You openly reveal yourself as vampire to your close human companions. If they told anyone of your existence, we could be in great danger. We are few and far between and we persist in existing because we keep in the shadows.”
“But they are my friends! I had to tell them what was going on!” I cried.
“No! Being vampire means you must cut all ties to humans! You must dispose of them and soon. Do it neatly, quickly and for god’s sake get rid of the bodies yourself!”
“You want me to kill my friends?”
“It must be done.”
“I can’t!”
“You must or I will have it done for you!”
I was dumbstruck. I didn’t know what to say. But I knew Irma wouldn’t take no for an answer. I sat and stared at the floor. This was an impossible task.
“Now, go, you need a real meal. Your vehicle is outside. The keys are inside. You maker will see you out.” she said, and went back to petting her dog.
The Dark Man came to me and grabbed me by the arm and pulled me toward the front hallway.
“Michael,” Irma called after us,” I realize this goes against everything I have just told you, but, please continue writing your story on the…what do you call it?…interwebs. I do enjoy hearing of your development. You are no Lestat but I find it riveting, nonetheless.”
I nodded and was pulled out of the room by the Dark Man. He held me steady as we walked to my car. He opened the door for me. “I suggest you feed soon. You are still weak. I’ll be in touch,” he said as he shut the door on me.
I drove straight home, my mind still reeling with the horrors that I had just experienced. When I reached home, I unlocked the door slowly and stepped inside. Cheryl rushed me at the door and wrapped her arms around me. Dustin stood a few feet back, a look of relief on his face.
After a moment I took a step back and leaned against the door. I looked into the faces of my two best friends. The two best friends I had been ordered to kill. I sank to the floor and began to cry…but the tears never came.
Hours later, after a hot shower and three tall glasses of cold cow blood, I told them a lie to explain the past week. I told them I had met my maker and had been taken away to learn more about my kind. They asked for details but I shrugged off their questions until the stopped asking.
I never told them what I had been ordered to do. And as I sat there in their presence, I knew that I could not do as I had been ordered. I would have to find a way out of this.
And that’s what my next step is. I have to protect my friends, or die trying.
- Mike
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
December 23, 2009
I apologize for my absence. I have been...occupied for the past couple weeks. I also apologize in advance for what promises to be a rather lengthy entry. However, I hope that by the end of it, you will be better informed about why I abandoned cyberspace for so long. It all began on…
Thursday, December 10.
I had been thinking non-stop about my encounter with The Dark Man. I didn’t know what to think. Could I kill a human being again? Why did he want me to? What was his motivation? Was he simply trying to control me? All of these thoughts plagued my mind.
After a couple days of rabbits and cold blood drained from ground beef, I decided that I needed it. I needed that rush. That feeling of power. At that point, I almost didn’t care if it was wrong or not. Human blood was like a drug and I was already hopelessly addicted.
I started thinking about the most obvious place to find vile, disgusting and depraved individuals to quench my thirst. The most obvious, of course, was prison. But that seemed a bit out of reach. Even with my powers I knew it would be disastrous. And then one day, I came upon an article about sex predators. It hit me like a ton of bricks: the national sex offender registry.
What could be lower than rapists and pedophiles? I immediately searched the database and came up with hundreds (literally) of offenders in my area of Austin.
I chose a person with the most vicious crime and began to research their history, their case and their current whereabouts. My soon to be meal was a child rapist by the name of Leopold (creepy, right?). I dove into research and spent the entire night finding out as much information as I possibly could.
Friday, December 11.
I awoke around 8pm on Friday and looked around my room. It had become a disgusting mess. I spent the majority of my team indoors and my room definitely was showing the signs. I began to clean and as I was placing dirty clothes in the hamper, I came across my cell phone.
I had pretty much forgotten about it over the past month. I was a nocturnal creature now and all the people I had previously talked on the phone with were still living day-side. I flipped it open and amazingly, it still had a little battery life left. I had 20 missed calls. I pushed the voicemail and sat down at my desk to take down messages.
After five minutes of listening to messages, it became pretty apparent that I need not take down any messages. All but an assorted few were from one person: Ben.
The first message went something like this: “Hello, this is Ben. We met downtown last night. I have been thinking about you non-stop. I have never felt this way about a guy before. Please call me.”
The calls only got more desperate as I went through them. Some of them were faked cheerful greetings. In some of them, it seemed Ben was losing it and was on the verge of tears.
I took down his number and thought…”What the hell?”
Saturday, December 12.
Ben and I planned to meet at midnight at a small coffeehouse a few blocks from the University of Texas campus. I arrived thirty minutes early and chose a dark corner at the very back of the building. I ordered a cup of coffee and let it sit in front of me, slowly getting colder.
About five minutes before midnight, Ben showed up. He was better looking than I remembered. I watched him for a few minutes as he wandered around the front portion of the coffeehouse. His eyes were wild with anticipation. His cheeks were flushed, but I could not tell if it was from nerves or the cold winter air outside the coffeehouse.
He eventually spotted me and stopped in his tracks. He stared at me for a moment, as if he couldn’t believe I was actually there. He moved toward me across the room quickly, almost running. He slid into the booth across from me.
His smile stretched across his face and he immediately began to speak. “I can’t believe you actually showed,” he said to me.
“Hello, Ben,” I said, “I promised I would be here and here I am. What did you want to talk about?”
It was at this point that Ben spilled everything to me. The torture of the past few weeks. He said that he was unable to think of anything else. His girlfriend had dumped him for not showing enough interest and he was being called gay by his teammates because of his incessant talking about me.
I couldn’t believe this as I listened. A few months ago, this would never have happened. An attractive, masculine and charming college jock turned gay for me? That’s crazy, I thought to myself.
I kept my composure and let him talk. He talked for almost 30 minutes straight. When he was finished I asked him one question: “Why do you like me so much?”
His answer was quite interesting to me. I will try to get it as close to verbatim as possible. “Like you?” he started, “I think I love you. I don’t know why. I am completely connected to you. I feel like you can see inside me. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I feel like I belong with you and you with me.”
Had I not known that this was all implanted into his brain, I would have been enamored with him just as he was with me. I smiled at him kindly. I told him that I thought he was just infatuated with me and that in time he would be back to normal. I told him that I was extremely flattered but that he should go back to his girlfriend.
I threw a dollar on the table and stood to leave. He grabbed my arm as I began to walk away. “Please don’t leave me again,” he begged.
I looked down at him. I examined his deep blue eyes, full of pleading. My eyes lingered on his strong jaw line, his hard chest, the bulging muscles of his arm as he held my wrist. And I that was when I felt the most amazing sensation. It was the first moment I felt a feeling of longing that was not related to blood lust. It was the first moment I realized that I still longed for companionship and the touch of another.
I looked away from him, not wanting to influence him. “Is this what you really want?” I asked him. “Yes,” he replied, “more than anything.”
We left the coffeehouse quickly, with him following close behind me. I didn’t know if I could do what I wanted to do. I had not been in such close quarters with a human being since the night I was turned. I didn’t know how the entire experience would work in my new state of being.
In the car, he sat silently watching me as I drove. For some reason, this didn’t bother me in the least. I liked him looking at me. I liked being wanted. Ten minutes later, I unlocked the door to my apartment and let him in. Dustin was seated on the couch. He stood as we entered. I quickly introduced them. Ben asked where the restroom and I pointed him in the direction of my bedroom. As soon as he left the room, Dustin grabbed me by the arm.
“What are you doing? Are you crazy? Please tell me you aren’t going to…” he stammered.
“No!” I interrupted, “I have no intention of having him for dinner.” I smiled at this last part.
“Then what are you doing?” He asked.
“You’re a big boy. I think you can guess.”
“Can you even do that anymore?”
“I guess we’ll find out,” I answered.
“You don’t think you might…bite in the...you know…heat of the moment?” Dustin asked.
“I have been working on control. I think I can do it.” I reassured him.
I turned to walk away and Dustin grabbed my arm, obviously not finished with the conversation. For some reason, something inside of me snapped. I turned back on him and pushed him against the wall. “I want this and you can’t stop me,” I growled.
Dustin’s eyes were wide with fear. After a moment of looking into his eyes and seeing the terror that laid inside, my body almost went limp. I took two steps back and released him. He rubbed his chest slowly. I obviously had hurt him. I didn’t know what to say.
“I’m sorry.” I said and backed away down the hallway to my bedroom door. I stepped into my room, leaving Dustin staring at my exit. I closed the door and turned around.
And there was Ben. He had shed most of his clothing and was standing in the dim glow from the bathroom. I locked the door and stepped toward him.
And over the next couple of hours I learned that in one way, at least, I was still an average human man…well, maybe a little better than average.
I awoke at 3am and rolled over. He was still there. He was deep in sleep. I let my eyes roam over his perfectly flawed human face. I found a small scar near his right eye and traced it with my fingertip. All my scars had faded within three days of being turned. I loved looking at his face, so perfect in the imperfections.
I also loved the warmth of his body…I also hated it. It taunted me. I hated knowing that in his veins flowed the one thing that could make me feel special again. Just like the other night, with the criminal, while the Dark Man watched.
I ran my cold fingertip along his chest and this must have startled him because he woke up suddenly and looked at me.
“What are you doing?” he asked. I smiled at him and told him. “Admiring my scars? You’re so weird, Mike,” he laughed.
“You have to go,” I said and rolled out of bed. I began to gather my clothes from the floor.
“Can’t I just sleep here and then we can spend the day together tomorrow?” he begged.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“You will never see me during the day. Get used to it.” I replied. He looked at me with a strange look. “Look,” I stated, “I have an allergy to the sun and I can’t go out in the sunlight. It’s embarrassing and I didn’t want to talk about it, thanks so much.” That lie was coming easier.
“Oh,” He gasped,” That’s why you’re so pale!”
“Glad you noticed,” I replied, smirking, “Now get out of bed and get dressed. I have to get you home.”
Twenty minutes later we were in the car headed back to campus. He kept trying to hold my hand during the drive. I fought it many times but eventually his persistence paid off and I found my hand enveloped inside his. His palm was burning hot and I could almost feel the blood inside it calling me.
I was getting hungrier by the minute. I hadn’t fed and my body had no more of the criminals blood to sustain it. I needed blood now.
I looked over at him as he dozed in the passenger seat. I could see the vein in his neck pulsing. I could smell the blood. I could feel it pulling me. I turned and focused on the road, trying my best to push the smell of his blood to the back of my mind.
After what seemed like an abnormally long drive I pulled up in front of his dorm. I reached across him and opened his door. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into a deep kiss. I kissed him back but my senses were now pushed into overdrive. I felt my fangs begin to descend and I pulled away from him. I covered my fangs as best I could with my lips.
“You have to go.” I said curtly.
“Ok,” he muttered, confused, “Can I see you tomorrow night?”
“I’ll call you.” I said forcefully.
He stepped out of the car and I pushed the pedal to the floor. The door slammed shut as the car surged forward and as I looked into my rear view mirror, I saw him standing there watching me drive away.
The ache in my stomach was growing more painful. I needed to feed now. I had to find something, any animal would do. But where did you find an animal in the middle of the city?
I spun around a corner and ran a red light. I set my course for Zilker Park and accelerated as much as I could. Five minutes later my car screeched to a halt outside the gates of Zilker Park. I left my car and walked to the gates. They were locked, of course. I leapt up as hard as I could and landed safely on the other side of the gate. I ran down the main path and into the rose garden. I sat on my haunches under a tree and watched the grass for signs of movement.
I needed a rabbit, a rat, a squirrel…any animal would do. And then there was a movement out of the corner of my eye. A small squirrel was less than five feet away. I set my sights on it and my fangs descended. I was about to leap at my prey when a beam of light hit me in the face. I looked up to find the source. The light was blinding but as the figure came closer I could see it was a flashlight beam. It was being held aloft my a short Hispanic woman in a brown uniform. I put my hand over my eyes and the beam was lowered toward the ground. I saw the badge on her jacket. She was a security guard. I don’t know why I didn’t expect one. I guess I just didn’t think flowers needed protecting.
“Parks closed, young man,” the security guard said.
I didn’t move. She came closer. She was within ten feet of me now. I looked over her face. She looked friendly. She was probably in her 40s. Her face was that of the kind neighborhood mom. She probably had a couple of kids at home, maybe a husband. And even as I thought this, my eyes darted to the pulsing vein in her neck.
And without thinking I leapt at her. My legs wrapped around her waist instinctively. My hands pushed her head to the side exposing her neck. And as we tumbled to the gravel floor I sank my teeth into her neck.
Euphoria took hold of me as her blood filled my mouth and flowed down my throat into the pit of my hungry stomach. I could feel her in my veins. I could feel her life ebbing away while making my body stronger. I sucked until I felt her legs cease kicking and her groaning faded away.
I wrenched myself away from her and stood. I backed away in horror. What had I done? Not only had I killed a human, but I had killed an innocent. My hands grabbed my forehead and I backed away into the darkness. I ran for the gate and vaulted over it without stopping. I landed on the pavement in front of my car and ran to the door.
I ripped the door open and slid into the drivers seat. My head fell onto the steering wheel and my mind whirled. I couldn’t believe what I had just done. My body was both paralyzed with fear and pulsing with power.
I sat there for what seemed like an eternity. I looked at the clock. It was almost 5AM. I had only an hour to get back into the safety of my home. My hands still shaking, I reached for the gear shift. And then I heard a chilling voice come from the passenger seat. At the sound of his voice, I looked up and saw the Dark Man smiling a wicked grin in my direction.
“My, what a mess you made back there,” he laughed…
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Ok, that’s about all I have time for at the moment. I will write more after I have my dinner (non-human, I swear)OR maybe tomorrow night. The next part of my tale is the hardest part to tell and I am not sure if I have it in me tonight.
Sleep tight dear mortals!
-Mike
Thursday, December 10.
I had been thinking non-stop about my encounter with The Dark Man. I didn’t know what to think. Could I kill a human being again? Why did he want me to? What was his motivation? Was he simply trying to control me? All of these thoughts plagued my mind.
After a couple days of rabbits and cold blood drained from ground beef, I decided that I needed it. I needed that rush. That feeling of power. At that point, I almost didn’t care if it was wrong or not. Human blood was like a drug and I was already hopelessly addicted.
I started thinking about the most obvious place to find vile, disgusting and depraved individuals to quench my thirst. The most obvious, of course, was prison. But that seemed a bit out of reach. Even with my powers I knew it would be disastrous. And then one day, I came upon an article about sex predators. It hit me like a ton of bricks: the national sex offender registry.
What could be lower than rapists and pedophiles? I immediately searched the database and came up with hundreds (literally) of offenders in my area of Austin.
I chose a person with the most vicious crime and began to research their history, their case and their current whereabouts. My soon to be meal was a child rapist by the name of Leopold (creepy, right?). I dove into research and spent the entire night finding out as much information as I possibly could.
Friday, December 11.
I awoke around 8pm on Friday and looked around my room. It had become a disgusting mess. I spent the majority of my team indoors and my room definitely was showing the signs. I began to clean and as I was placing dirty clothes in the hamper, I came across my cell phone.
I had pretty much forgotten about it over the past month. I was a nocturnal creature now and all the people I had previously talked on the phone with were still living day-side. I flipped it open and amazingly, it still had a little battery life left. I had 20 missed calls. I pushed the voicemail and sat down at my desk to take down messages.
After five minutes of listening to messages, it became pretty apparent that I need not take down any messages. All but an assorted few were from one person: Ben.
The first message went something like this: “Hello, this is Ben. We met downtown last night. I have been thinking about you non-stop. I have never felt this way about a guy before. Please call me.”
The calls only got more desperate as I went through them. Some of them were faked cheerful greetings. In some of them, it seemed Ben was losing it and was on the verge of tears.
I took down his number and thought…”What the hell?”
Saturday, December 12.
Ben and I planned to meet at midnight at a small coffeehouse a few blocks from the University of Texas campus. I arrived thirty minutes early and chose a dark corner at the very back of the building. I ordered a cup of coffee and let it sit in front of me, slowly getting colder.
About five minutes before midnight, Ben showed up. He was better looking than I remembered. I watched him for a few minutes as he wandered around the front portion of the coffeehouse. His eyes were wild with anticipation. His cheeks were flushed, but I could not tell if it was from nerves or the cold winter air outside the coffeehouse.
He eventually spotted me and stopped in his tracks. He stared at me for a moment, as if he couldn’t believe I was actually there. He moved toward me across the room quickly, almost running. He slid into the booth across from me.
His smile stretched across his face and he immediately began to speak. “I can’t believe you actually showed,” he said to me.
“Hello, Ben,” I said, “I promised I would be here and here I am. What did you want to talk about?”
It was at this point that Ben spilled everything to me. The torture of the past few weeks. He said that he was unable to think of anything else. His girlfriend had dumped him for not showing enough interest and he was being called gay by his teammates because of his incessant talking about me.
I couldn’t believe this as I listened. A few months ago, this would never have happened. An attractive, masculine and charming college jock turned gay for me? That’s crazy, I thought to myself.
I kept my composure and let him talk. He talked for almost 30 minutes straight. When he was finished I asked him one question: “Why do you like me so much?”
His answer was quite interesting to me. I will try to get it as close to verbatim as possible. “Like you?” he started, “I think I love you. I don’t know why. I am completely connected to you. I feel like you can see inside me. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I feel like I belong with you and you with me.”
Had I not known that this was all implanted into his brain, I would have been enamored with him just as he was with me. I smiled at him kindly. I told him that I thought he was just infatuated with me and that in time he would be back to normal. I told him that I was extremely flattered but that he should go back to his girlfriend.
I threw a dollar on the table and stood to leave. He grabbed my arm as I began to walk away. “Please don’t leave me again,” he begged.
I looked down at him. I examined his deep blue eyes, full of pleading. My eyes lingered on his strong jaw line, his hard chest, the bulging muscles of his arm as he held my wrist. And I that was when I felt the most amazing sensation. It was the first moment I felt a feeling of longing that was not related to blood lust. It was the first moment I realized that I still longed for companionship and the touch of another.
I looked away from him, not wanting to influence him. “Is this what you really want?” I asked him. “Yes,” he replied, “more than anything.”
We left the coffeehouse quickly, with him following close behind me. I didn’t know if I could do what I wanted to do. I had not been in such close quarters with a human being since the night I was turned. I didn’t know how the entire experience would work in my new state of being.
In the car, he sat silently watching me as I drove. For some reason, this didn’t bother me in the least. I liked him looking at me. I liked being wanted. Ten minutes later, I unlocked the door to my apartment and let him in. Dustin was seated on the couch. He stood as we entered. I quickly introduced them. Ben asked where the restroom and I pointed him in the direction of my bedroom. As soon as he left the room, Dustin grabbed me by the arm.
“What are you doing? Are you crazy? Please tell me you aren’t going to…” he stammered.
“No!” I interrupted, “I have no intention of having him for dinner.” I smiled at this last part.
“Then what are you doing?” He asked.
“You’re a big boy. I think you can guess.”
“Can you even do that anymore?”
“I guess we’ll find out,” I answered.
“You don’t think you might…bite in the...you know…heat of the moment?” Dustin asked.
“I have been working on control. I think I can do it.” I reassured him.
I turned to walk away and Dustin grabbed my arm, obviously not finished with the conversation. For some reason, something inside of me snapped. I turned back on him and pushed him against the wall. “I want this and you can’t stop me,” I growled.
Dustin’s eyes were wide with fear. After a moment of looking into his eyes and seeing the terror that laid inside, my body almost went limp. I took two steps back and released him. He rubbed his chest slowly. I obviously had hurt him. I didn’t know what to say.
“I’m sorry.” I said and backed away down the hallway to my bedroom door. I stepped into my room, leaving Dustin staring at my exit. I closed the door and turned around.
And there was Ben. He had shed most of his clothing and was standing in the dim glow from the bathroom. I locked the door and stepped toward him.
And over the next couple of hours I learned that in one way, at least, I was still an average human man…well, maybe a little better than average.
I awoke at 3am and rolled over. He was still there. He was deep in sleep. I let my eyes roam over his perfectly flawed human face. I found a small scar near his right eye and traced it with my fingertip. All my scars had faded within three days of being turned. I loved looking at his face, so perfect in the imperfections.
I also loved the warmth of his body…I also hated it. It taunted me. I hated knowing that in his veins flowed the one thing that could make me feel special again. Just like the other night, with the criminal, while the Dark Man watched.
I ran my cold fingertip along his chest and this must have startled him because he woke up suddenly and looked at me.
“What are you doing?” he asked. I smiled at him and told him. “Admiring my scars? You’re so weird, Mike,” he laughed.
“You have to go,” I said and rolled out of bed. I began to gather my clothes from the floor.
“Can’t I just sleep here and then we can spend the day together tomorrow?” he begged.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“You will never see me during the day. Get used to it.” I replied. He looked at me with a strange look. “Look,” I stated, “I have an allergy to the sun and I can’t go out in the sunlight. It’s embarrassing and I didn’t want to talk about it, thanks so much.” That lie was coming easier.
“Oh,” He gasped,” That’s why you’re so pale!”
“Glad you noticed,” I replied, smirking, “Now get out of bed and get dressed. I have to get you home.”
Twenty minutes later we were in the car headed back to campus. He kept trying to hold my hand during the drive. I fought it many times but eventually his persistence paid off and I found my hand enveloped inside his. His palm was burning hot and I could almost feel the blood inside it calling me.
I was getting hungrier by the minute. I hadn’t fed and my body had no more of the criminals blood to sustain it. I needed blood now.
I looked over at him as he dozed in the passenger seat. I could see the vein in his neck pulsing. I could smell the blood. I could feel it pulling me. I turned and focused on the road, trying my best to push the smell of his blood to the back of my mind.
After what seemed like an abnormally long drive I pulled up in front of his dorm. I reached across him and opened his door. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into a deep kiss. I kissed him back but my senses were now pushed into overdrive. I felt my fangs begin to descend and I pulled away from him. I covered my fangs as best I could with my lips.
“You have to go.” I said curtly.
“Ok,” he muttered, confused, “Can I see you tomorrow night?”
“I’ll call you.” I said forcefully.
He stepped out of the car and I pushed the pedal to the floor. The door slammed shut as the car surged forward and as I looked into my rear view mirror, I saw him standing there watching me drive away.
The ache in my stomach was growing more painful. I needed to feed now. I had to find something, any animal would do. But where did you find an animal in the middle of the city?
I spun around a corner and ran a red light. I set my course for Zilker Park and accelerated as much as I could. Five minutes later my car screeched to a halt outside the gates of Zilker Park. I left my car and walked to the gates. They were locked, of course. I leapt up as hard as I could and landed safely on the other side of the gate. I ran down the main path and into the rose garden. I sat on my haunches under a tree and watched the grass for signs of movement.
I needed a rabbit, a rat, a squirrel…any animal would do. And then there was a movement out of the corner of my eye. A small squirrel was less than five feet away. I set my sights on it and my fangs descended. I was about to leap at my prey when a beam of light hit me in the face. I looked up to find the source. The light was blinding but as the figure came closer I could see it was a flashlight beam. It was being held aloft my a short Hispanic woman in a brown uniform. I put my hand over my eyes and the beam was lowered toward the ground. I saw the badge on her jacket. She was a security guard. I don’t know why I didn’t expect one. I guess I just didn’t think flowers needed protecting.
“Parks closed, young man,” the security guard said.
I didn’t move. She came closer. She was within ten feet of me now. I looked over her face. She looked friendly. She was probably in her 40s. Her face was that of the kind neighborhood mom. She probably had a couple of kids at home, maybe a husband. And even as I thought this, my eyes darted to the pulsing vein in her neck.
And without thinking I leapt at her. My legs wrapped around her waist instinctively. My hands pushed her head to the side exposing her neck. And as we tumbled to the gravel floor I sank my teeth into her neck.
Euphoria took hold of me as her blood filled my mouth and flowed down my throat into the pit of my hungry stomach. I could feel her in my veins. I could feel her life ebbing away while making my body stronger. I sucked until I felt her legs cease kicking and her groaning faded away.
I wrenched myself away from her and stood. I backed away in horror. What had I done? Not only had I killed a human, but I had killed an innocent. My hands grabbed my forehead and I backed away into the darkness. I ran for the gate and vaulted over it without stopping. I landed on the pavement in front of my car and ran to the door.
I ripped the door open and slid into the drivers seat. My head fell onto the steering wheel and my mind whirled. I couldn’t believe what I had just done. My body was both paralyzed with fear and pulsing with power.
I sat there for what seemed like an eternity. I looked at the clock. It was almost 5AM. I had only an hour to get back into the safety of my home. My hands still shaking, I reached for the gear shift. And then I heard a chilling voice come from the passenger seat. At the sound of his voice, I looked up and saw the Dark Man smiling a wicked grin in my direction.
“My, what a mess you made back there,” he laughed…
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Ok, that’s about all I have time for at the moment. I will write more after I have my dinner (non-human, I swear)OR maybe tomorrow night. The next part of my tale is the hardest part to tell and I am not sure if I have it in me tonight.
Sleep tight dear mortals!
-Mike
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
December 22, 2009
Been away a while now...
will write a full entry soon...
and will fill you on details of my abscence...
-Mike
will write a full entry soon...
and will fill you on details of my abscence...
-Mike
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
December 8, 2009
Tonight is the first night I feel up to writing. After the experience of the other night, I was completely out of sorts. I felt confused about what I had done. On one hand, I felt that I had only done what was natural to me and my new..."state." On the other hand, I also have this lingering sense of guilt. I had taken the life of a human being. I still am not sure what I feel. I do think the fact that he was a criminal did help. If I am going to kill humans for my meals, i might as well get rid of the vermin. But did I have the right to make that judgement call? and for that matter, had the Dark Man been honest when he told me the man was a criminal? I had no idea.
Physically, drinking the blood of that man gave me the greatest sense of strength, power and energy of my life (and death). That was days ago and I haven't had to feed since. Tonight is the first night that I am going out to hunt. Until I figure out my true feelings about taking the blood of humans, I am going to stick to the rabbits.
In other news, money is starting to run dangerously low. I need to find a job or another way to make money at the very least. Christmas is coming up and I haven't even begun the shopping. This doesnt even take into consideration that I need money for rent and bills. And with the whirlwind of the past couple days, I haven't gotten any further in figuring out how to visit my family for the holidays. It's less than a month away!
Writing this entry has just made me exhausted. I am going to go feed and then try to get something done tonight.
-Mike
Physically, drinking the blood of that man gave me the greatest sense of strength, power and energy of my life (and death). That was days ago and I haven't had to feed since. Tonight is the first night that I am going out to hunt. Until I figure out my true feelings about taking the blood of humans, I am going to stick to the rabbits.
In other news, money is starting to run dangerously low. I need to find a job or another way to make money at the very least. Christmas is coming up and I haven't even begun the shopping. This doesnt even take into consideration that I need money for rent and bills. And with the whirlwind of the past couple days, I haven't gotten any further in figuring out how to visit my family for the holidays. It's less than a month away!
Writing this entry has just made me exhausted. I am going to go feed and then try to get something done tonight.
-Mike
Saturday, December 5, 2009
December 5, 2009
Tonight has been an interesting night! I saw him again! The Dark Man who turned me into this! It was as if he was waiting on me, watching me. It was quite an experience. But let's take one thing at a time.
Earlier tonight (late yesterday), I was on a phone call at work. Some old man was complaining to me about the speed of his Internet connection. I had checked the speed multiple times and the tests in the modem were coming back just fine. I am sure he was just upset he couldn't download pornography quickly enough. About 2/3 of the way through the call, I decided that even with my new powers, I couldn't do this job anymore. I hung up on the now cantankerous, and now raving, old fart and walked over to my supervisor's desk.
I stared him in the eyes until I could feel that he wasn't going anywhere. I told him in no uncertain terms that I had to quit the job. I informed him that he would give glowing recommendations to any company that called to inquire about me. I even took a moment to thank him for re-hiring me and threw in a couple self esteem boosting thoughts as a token of my esteem.
By the time I walked away (with two weeks pay, mind you), he was sitting dazed yet goofily content at his desk. I knew he'd be floating on a cloud for days. I grabbed my things from my desk and made my way to the door. As i approached the door, I knew something was wrong. Someone was waiting for me. I stepped out into the cold air and looked around the almost empty parking lot. There seemed to be no one there. I strode to my car and was just putting my key to the lock when I felt his presence behind me. I dropped my keys and my bag as I whirled around.
There he stood. 30 feet away from me. I could see his eyes glinting in the darkness. His pale skin shining against the black night. I stood there, transfixed, for what felt like an hour. I couldn't move. Thoughts whirled through my head. This was the man who made me into what I am. I didn't know whether to lash out at him in anger, or run to hug him. I just knew suddenly that I had to know...all of it! How? Why? I wanted to know all of it!
I took a step forward finally and he was suddenly gone! Dashing through the darkness, getting further and further away from me. He ran faster than any normal human could (however, not near as fast as the movies would have you believe). I began to run after him, I chased him across the parking lot,two empty fields a car dealership, and under the highway overpass. I was gaining on him. Getting closer with every stride.
I lost track of where I was. Suddenly I was running through the suburbs, the houses growing further and further apart. I was now on the outskirts of town and getting further form the lights. I could see him in front of me, still moving through the darkness. I pushed myself harder, my legs moving faster than they ever had. I was now only a few yards behind him. Then I was a mere two feet behind him! I was going to catch him!
Suddenly, he stopped in turned in a flash! I wasn't ready for it and ran right into his fist which was extended toward me. I felt my nose shatter against his icy palm. I felt my head blast backwards as my body kept moving forward. I felt my legs leave the ground and then suddenly I was on my back in the dirt of a field.
My vision went black as my head hit the earth. When I opened them, he was kneeling above me. He was reaching toward my face. I started and tried to pull me away but then something in his eyes made me stop. I was mesmerized by his eyes as he placed one hand on each side of my nose and then...CRACK!...he snapped my nose back into place. Pain shot through my body and then suddenly began to dissipate. I felt the nose healing, the swelling decreasing.
I looked up at him. He didn't smile. He didn't speak. He just stared at me. My eyes bore into his. I felt as if I could see the stars in his eyes. Never before had I seen such deep eyes. Or were they really just empty?
All of a sudden he had stood and stepped away from me. I sat up on the ground. "Who are you?" I asked. He stared at me for a moment and then stepped away. He didn't answer. He turned away from me and looked into the darkness. There was a dreadful silence. I heard the crickets chirping and something moved in the bushes nearby. I repeated my question.
He never turned around, but finally he spoke. He did not answer the question, instead I heard, "You are very fast. And strong. But you cannot grow stronger feeding off the blood of rabbits." Advice? He came to me to give me advice? Surely there was more.
He moved away from me and into the bushes nearby. I instinctively knew he did not want me to follow. I stayed on the ground. Moments later he stepped out of the foliage. He was now carrying something. It was white and misshapen. He sat it down in front of me. I realized that it was something covered in a white sheet. "Go ahead," he said.
I moved my hand toward the sheet and whipped it back. And there on the ground before me was a man. Probably in his mid-thirties. He was wearing jeans and a white tee shirt. His face was rough and unclean. I asked if he was dead. The Dark Man replied that he was merely unconscious.
"You must feed on human blood to gain all the power you can," he explained to me. I shook my head in disbelief. He wanted me to kill this innocent man! As if he had read my mind, he continued, "He is no innocent. He is a killer. Not but two days ago, he murdered a woman and buried her body only a mile from this very spot." I looked at him, the questions I had displayed on my face.
"Everyone is nervous their first time," he explained, "criminals make it easier." He smiled as he said the last and then leaned down and exposed the man's neck. Even in the moonlight I could see the blood rushing beneath the skin. I began to smell the scent, feel it pull me in. But could I trust the Dark Man?
This was the last thought I had as my fangs extended and I sank them into the man's neck. When I stopped drinking, the Dark Man was gone and I was alone. I didn't care at the moment. The feeling was indescribable. This was what true bliss was. My body felt alive. I could feel every fiber in my body bursting with health. This was the most amazing feeling I had ever felt. I was high. I stood and looked around into the darkness.
Everything seemed sharper and my mind was more focused than ever before as I raced back to my car. I couldn't believe I had done it. I had tasted human blood for the first time...
...and I loved it.
-Mike
Earlier tonight (late yesterday), I was on a phone call at work. Some old man was complaining to me about the speed of his Internet connection. I had checked the speed multiple times and the tests in the modem were coming back just fine. I am sure he was just upset he couldn't download pornography quickly enough. About 2/3 of the way through the call, I decided that even with my new powers, I couldn't do this job anymore. I hung up on the now cantankerous, and now raving, old fart and walked over to my supervisor's desk.
I stared him in the eyes until I could feel that he wasn't going anywhere. I told him in no uncertain terms that I had to quit the job. I informed him that he would give glowing recommendations to any company that called to inquire about me. I even took a moment to thank him for re-hiring me and threw in a couple self esteem boosting thoughts as a token of my esteem.
By the time I walked away (with two weeks pay, mind you), he was sitting dazed yet goofily content at his desk. I knew he'd be floating on a cloud for days. I grabbed my things from my desk and made my way to the door. As i approached the door, I knew something was wrong. Someone was waiting for me. I stepped out into the cold air and looked around the almost empty parking lot. There seemed to be no one there. I strode to my car and was just putting my key to the lock when I felt his presence behind me. I dropped my keys and my bag as I whirled around.
There he stood. 30 feet away from me. I could see his eyes glinting in the darkness. His pale skin shining against the black night. I stood there, transfixed, for what felt like an hour. I couldn't move. Thoughts whirled through my head. This was the man who made me into what I am. I didn't know whether to lash out at him in anger, or run to hug him. I just knew suddenly that I had to know...all of it! How? Why? I wanted to know all of it!
I took a step forward finally and he was suddenly gone! Dashing through the darkness, getting further and further away from me. He ran faster than any normal human could (however, not near as fast as the movies would have you believe). I began to run after him, I chased him across the parking lot,two empty fields a car dealership, and under the highway overpass. I was gaining on him. Getting closer with every stride.
I lost track of where I was. Suddenly I was running through the suburbs, the houses growing further and further apart. I was now on the outskirts of town and getting further form the lights. I could see him in front of me, still moving through the darkness. I pushed myself harder, my legs moving faster than they ever had. I was now only a few yards behind him. Then I was a mere two feet behind him! I was going to catch him!
Suddenly, he stopped in turned in a flash! I wasn't ready for it and ran right into his fist which was extended toward me. I felt my nose shatter against his icy palm. I felt my head blast backwards as my body kept moving forward. I felt my legs leave the ground and then suddenly I was on my back in the dirt of a field.
My vision went black as my head hit the earth. When I opened them, he was kneeling above me. He was reaching toward my face. I started and tried to pull me away but then something in his eyes made me stop. I was mesmerized by his eyes as he placed one hand on each side of my nose and then...CRACK!...he snapped my nose back into place. Pain shot through my body and then suddenly began to dissipate. I felt the nose healing, the swelling decreasing.
I looked up at him. He didn't smile. He didn't speak. He just stared at me. My eyes bore into his. I felt as if I could see the stars in his eyes. Never before had I seen such deep eyes. Or were they really just empty?
All of a sudden he had stood and stepped away from me. I sat up on the ground. "Who are you?" I asked. He stared at me for a moment and then stepped away. He didn't answer. He turned away from me and looked into the darkness. There was a dreadful silence. I heard the crickets chirping and something moved in the bushes nearby. I repeated my question.
He never turned around, but finally he spoke. He did not answer the question, instead I heard, "You are very fast. And strong. But you cannot grow stronger feeding off the blood of rabbits." Advice? He came to me to give me advice? Surely there was more.
He moved away from me and into the bushes nearby. I instinctively knew he did not want me to follow. I stayed on the ground. Moments later he stepped out of the foliage. He was now carrying something. It was white and misshapen. He sat it down in front of me. I realized that it was something covered in a white sheet. "Go ahead," he said.
I moved my hand toward the sheet and whipped it back. And there on the ground before me was a man. Probably in his mid-thirties. He was wearing jeans and a white tee shirt. His face was rough and unclean. I asked if he was dead. The Dark Man replied that he was merely unconscious.
"You must feed on human blood to gain all the power you can," he explained to me. I shook my head in disbelief. He wanted me to kill this innocent man! As if he had read my mind, he continued, "He is no innocent. He is a killer. Not but two days ago, he murdered a woman and buried her body only a mile from this very spot." I looked at him, the questions I had displayed on my face.
"Everyone is nervous their first time," he explained, "criminals make it easier." He smiled as he said the last and then leaned down and exposed the man's neck. Even in the moonlight I could see the blood rushing beneath the skin. I began to smell the scent, feel it pull me in. But could I trust the Dark Man?
This was the last thought I had as my fangs extended and I sank them into the man's neck. When I stopped drinking, the Dark Man was gone and I was alone. I didn't care at the moment. The feeling was indescribable. This was what true bliss was. My body felt alive. I could feel every fiber in my body bursting with health. This was the most amazing feeling I had ever felt. I was high. I stood and looked around into the darkness.
Everything seemed sharper and my mind was more focused than ever before as I raced back to my car. I couldn't believe I had done it. I had tasted human blood for the first time...
...and I loved it.
-Mike
Thursday, December 3, 2009
December 3, 2009
I am sitting at my old desk right now. I got my job back. It was just as easy as I thought. All I did was walk into the center and walk right up to my supervisors desk. He turned around as I approached and looked up at me with a lack of recognition in his eyes. It took almost five minutes of convincing to make him believe I was the same guy I was weeks back. He was shocked at my transformation.
I made up some excuse about a disease suddenly surfacing after laying dormant in my body my entire life. I told him that it caused the rapid weight loss, the pale skin and, basically, an allergy to the sun. Obviously this would not have worked if I hadn't persuaded him with my eyes. I also convinced him that I was an excellent employee and that I deserved a pay raise to go along with my re-hiring. Not very honest, but I might as well get something out of this deal. After all, I still had to pay rent.
So now, here I am...all powerful, but not powerful enough to get out of the tech support racket. And I had also quickly learned that my powers of persuasion only worked with eye contact. However, my voice did seem to calm the most angry of customers.
I have about 3 hours of work left, which is a good thing, because I am famished. I didn't think that it would be a good idea to come back to work with blood dripping from my lips.
One interesting thing about working the new shift is that I get to pass Scott Green in the hall as he leaves for the day. After not seeing him for weeks, I had this image in my mind of him being a sex god, the most beautiful thing on the planet. But with my "new eyes" I now saw him as merely passable. His eyes were spaced strangely and he had much worse skin than I had originally thought. I could see every little blemish and bump from 10 feet away. And as he walked, I saw small flecks of dandruff falling from his hair. And what was even worse was the smell of his breath as I passed by him. He smiled at me as we passed (crooked teeth with pepper wedged between) and I smelled tuna fish and soured milk. For one moment, I almost wished that I had my human eyes back.
Well, my break is up so I am going back to work. Will see you tomorrow or next day!
-Mike
I made up some excuse about a disease suddenly surfacing after laying dormant in my body my entire life. I told him that it caused the rapid weight loss, the pale skin and, basically, an allergy to the sun. Obviously this would not have worked if I hadn't persuaded him with my eyes. I also convinced him that I was an excellent employee and that I deserved a pay raise to go along with my re-hiring. Not very honest, but I might as well get something out of this deal. After all, I still had to pay rent.
So now, here I am...all powerful, but not powerful enough to get out of the tech support racket. And I had also quickly learned that my powers of persuasion only worked with eye contact. However, my voice did seem to calm the most angry of customers.
I have about 3 hours of work left, which is a good thing, because I am famished. I didn't think that it would be a good idea to come back to work with blood dripping from my lips.
One interesting thing about working the new shift is that I get to pass Scott Green in the hall as he leaves for the day. After not seeing him for weeks, I had this image in my mind of him being a sex god, the most beautiful thing on the planet. But with my "new eyes" I now saw him as merely passable. His eyes were spaced strangely and he had much worse skin than I had originally thought. I could see every little blemish and bump from 10 feet away. And as he walked, I saw small flecks of dandruff falling from his hair. And what was even worse was the smell of his breath as I passed by him. He smiled at me as we passed (crooked teeth with pepper wedged between) and I smelled tuna fish and soured milk. For one moment, I almost wished that I had my human eyes back.
Well, my break is up so I am going back to work. Will see you tomorrow or next day!
-Mike
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
December 1, 2009
I apologize for not writing for a few days. I seem to be going through some weird transformation process. After first learning of what I was, I was terrified. Then excited. And then, a couple of days ago, I began feeling an odd sense of depression. I don't think it really hit me until the day after Thanksgiving.
My mother called to wish me a Happy Thanksgiving. I talked to her for a few minutes, discussing how everyone in the family was doing, the apparantly delicious meal she prepared, and my sister's pregnancy. After I hung up the phone, I sat down at the table with Dustin. He had prepared a Thanksgiving feast, which I unfortunately HAD to decline. As he ate his meal, I talked about my family and reminisced about holidays past.
And thats when the depression started. I really missed them. But there was no simple way to explain the lack of appetite (for regular food anyways) and the aversion to daytime. I realized then that I may never see them again. And they would never know that I hadn't abandoned them or run off with some rich millionaire without ever contacting them.
I don't want to hurt them and yet I know that I cannot tell this secret to them. My mother would say I was posessed by the devil and my nephews would not be allowed near me anymore. I loved my family and that connection had not been lost with my "death."
Early that morning I made the decision to test this curse. I wandered out in the minutes before the sun emerged from the horizon. I stalked a small brown bunny into the woods behind my apartment. I quickly drained it and then another...and another. I soon had three carcasses next to me. I felt a surge of energy and walked out of the woods and sat on my patio to await the sun.
For some reason, I thought that if I could fill myself with blood then maybe my body would regenerate so quickly that I would not be burnt by the sun. I sat in wait patiently. I saw my neighbor leave for work. I saw the sprinklers come on at the driving range across the street. I heard the morning news issuing forth from every tv screen in my building.
And then I saw the sun. I could feel a tingle on my skin. Not too bad, I thought. The sun rose higher. My skin had a slight burning sensation. I can handle this, I said to myself. But then the pain grew intense. I looked down at my arms to see that the skin had started to turn brown and dry. Then as the pain began to become unbearable I saw my skin begin to turn black and flake off. It was like watching a piece of paper being burnt with a lighter from underneath. The burnt flakes began floating away from my body.
With every ounce of strength I could muster, I ran toward the door to my apartment. I burst in and fled for the darkness of my room. I collapsed onto the bed and passed out.
The next night I awoke to find that my skin, while still slightly discolored had mostly healed. I knew right then and there that I would never see them in the light of day. And it was right then and there that I was determined to make sure that, even if at night, I could see them again. I knew I couldn't bear eternity without saying goodbye.
My mother called to wish me a Happy Thanksgiving. I talked to her for a few minutes, discussing how everyone in the family was doing, the apparantly delicious meal she prepared, and my sister's pregnancy. After I hung up the phone, I sat down at the table with Dustin. He had prepared a Thanksgiving feast, which I unfortunately HAD to decline. As he ate his meal, I talked about my family and reminisced about holidays past.
And thats when the depression started. I really missed them. But there was no simple way to explain the lack of appetite (for regular food anyways) and the aversion to daytime. I realized then that I may never see them again. And they would never know that I hadn't abandoned them or run off with some rich millionaire without ever contacting them.
I don't want to hurt them and yet I know that I cannot tell this secret to them. My mother would say I was posessed by the devil and my nephews would not be allowed near me anymore. I loved my family and that connection had not been lost with my "death."
Early that morning I made the decision to test this curse. I wandered out in the minutes before the sun emerged from the horizon. I stalked a small brown bunny into the woods behind my apartment. I quickly drained it and then another...and another. I soon had three carcasses next to me. I felt a surge of energy and walked out of the woods and sat on my patio to await the sun.
For some reason, I thought that if I could fill myself with blood then maybe my body would regenerate so quickly that I would not be burnt by the sun. I sat in wait patiently. I saw my neighbor leave for work. I saw the sprinklers come on at the driving range across the street. I heard the morning news issuing forth from every tv screen in my building.
And then I saw the sun. I could feel a tingle on my skin. Not too bad, I thought. The sun rose higher. My skin had a slight burning sensation. I can handle this, I said to myself. But then the pain grew intense. I looked down at my arms to see that the skin had started to turn brown and dry. Then as the pain began to become unbearable I saw my skin begin to turn black and flake off. It was like watching a piece of paper being burnt with a lighter from underneath. The burnt flakes began floating away from my body.
With every ounce of strength I could muster, I ran toward the door to my apartment. I burst in and fled for the darkness of my room. I collapsed onto the bed and passed out.
The next night I awoke to find that my skin, while still slightly discolored had mostly healed. I knew right then and there that I would never see them in the light of day. And it was right then and there that I was determined to make sure that, even if at night, I could see them again. I knew I couldn't bear eternity without saying goodbye.
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