============================================================================= || T.Y.M.E. - Twisted Young minds Expand || #36 by Krowe || 11/26/94 || ============================================================================= This is the beginning of what I'm going to make an ongoing project. It is the story of a vampire, he is writing a book about his life in the hopes that someone will read and understand, and be warned. He hopes that someone will learn the lesson that he has lived. I plan on ulpoading all chapters, until completion, to TYME. CHRONICLES ---------- (inspired by Anne Rice's 'Interview with the Vampire, the vampire chronicles) Prologue -------- It all started, well, a few centuries ago. This may sound like the rantings of a madman, but, what I say is true. It was 1764. I write this manuscript in hopes that someone, will read and learn about my life. I have not told anyone about my life, perhaps it is best that you be the first. It wasn't easy, nor was it by choice, it just,...... happened. As I said before, it was 1764, Parliament in Britain was attempting to collect a series of different taxes to ease the debt of the French and Indian war. I wandered the streets, homeless, a thief, and I knew no friends. The sky had opened up and wept on the city that night. I was cold and extremely hungry. The most food I could find was the rats that scurried by, trying desperately to find a shelter from the torrents of rain. Ever eat rats? I don't reccomend it. Aside from them trying to bite you while you rip its flesh from its body with your teeth, and the scratching that caused my face to reveal blood,...... maybe that was what had attracted her to me that night, but we are not to that part of the story yet. I was searching for a place to hide myself from the rain, I happened upon the cemetery, I passed through it, perhaps for an old tomb to sleep in that night. But, I found none, besides, the cemetery seemed much more cold and alone than the world outside of it. As I was walking, I kept feeling the passing of eyes over me. Like I was being looked upon from far away, but yet so very near. The statues of saints and angels seemed to be staring at me, weeping for what was to occur, praying for my blackened soul. I turned around and started to walk towards the way I came, the cemetery gate seeming much farther than it was when I entered through it. Walking further, I heard sounds unlike I had ever heard before, they raced my heart, instilling fear, and making me very frightened for my life. The feelings grew with every step towards the gate. I couldn't help the thought of some ghoul or corpse springing from its grave and snatching my body, carrying me off with them to feed upon my flesh. My heart started beating so swiftly I was afraid the blood would burst from my body. And then, something did make me want to run, but back towards the cemetery. At the gates of the rotting cemetery, I saw a figure clad in all black, motionless all except for the wind whipping through its clothes. The clothing looked of a very wealthy nature, and surprisingly seemed dry and immune to the rain, compared to my drenched rags. I looked closer and found that the figure, was a woman. One of the most beautiful women I had ever seen, more beautiful than any whore I might pay for at any drinking halls, more beautiful than any goddess, more beautiful than the moonlight, and the sunrise. I was so taken by the beauty of this woman that I hadn't noticed that she had moved from where she was to my side, until I felt her voice upon my ears. "Hello", she whispered into my ear. I attempted to scream but it was choked back by overwhelming fear. "Don't be frightened of me," she said, "I've come to fulfil all your wishes and dreams." Her voice was like the laughing of new born infants. She smelled of the finest perfume. And her eyes reminded me of the bluest crystal. She laid me down upon a grave, the wet ground sent a chill up my back, but somehow it did'nt matter to me. "Have you ever made love to a woman?", she asked. "Yes", was my half choked reply. "No," she replied sharply, but still retaining the sweet tone of a million angels, "Have you ever made love to a real woman, not one of those bundles of flesh and sweat you pay for at whorehouses. I'm speaking of a real woman, who entices you, one who beckons to your heart, who pulls at your soul with fear and instills submission. But still you are attracted to her like a child to its mother." "I suppose not.", I said to her, still attempting to break free of the spell she cast upon me with her eyes. But still I wanted to be with her. To taste her voice, to feel her skin. "Well then.", she whispered to me. She smiled sweetly and then we proceeded to kiss. The kiss was like no other I have ever tasted. Awash in euphoria, succumbed by ecstasy. More pleasurable than the new fallen snow, more sastisfying than any amount of sexual pleasure. Then the taste turned sour, the thrill gone and shattered, replaced only by pain, cold, bitter, and unforgivable pain. I then realized that she was biting into my flesh. I tasted my own blood trickling down my throat, mixing with the agony and suffering I was enduring. Frantically I tried to shove her away, but she did not move. No, I was not going to let this happen, the thought raced through my minder quicker than the breeze that chilled my skin. Somehow I found the strength to react, and crushed my teeth into her tongue. I tasted her blood flowing from her mouth into mine, mixing with my soul, damning me to eternity. She broke away with a shriek, the voice of the angel was now gone, instead replace by the howling of demons. She shrieked at the fact that I had raped her as she tried to do to me. As quickly as Iooked up, she was gone. The lonely sound of the night crept in around me. Everything was silent, except for the sound of the rain, and the accelerated beating of my own heart. I lay on the grave, sill tasting her death, and her regretless soul. If she possessed one. Like a disease, I felt colder, my heart started to slow and the pain started to increase. I screamed out into the night, the pain so intense I prayed for death. Maybe I should have let her kill me, for I knew not the magnitude of suffering the centuries would carry. I now wish I would have submitted, for now, all is lost, and the memories return. This is the end of the prologue, please write me and tell me what you think. ============================================================================= || Look for T.Y.M.E. on any of the follwing boards: (and get them all! =] || ============================================================================= || Under The Influence...........(ALM)OST-HERE.............World HQ....... || || Narkotik Illusions............(303)PRI-VATE.............Midwestern HQ.. || || Exodus BBS....................(707)935-6867.............Distro Site.... || || Total Anarchy BBS.............(707)257-7208.............Distro Site.... || ============================================================================= || Leave comments, death threats, ideas, bitchings to vYrus@community.net || ============================================================================= || 'Life is an Illusion, Death is Reality' || =============================================================================