Step by step i went,
Tears in my eyes.
Then against the wall my back is pressed,
And next what he shall not forget.
From my pocket i drew my power,
And his face turned to sour.
It was pointed at his head,
One movement, and dead!
He fell to his knees,
Then came the pleas.
So towards me i point the gun,
And now, my life is done!
I don’t go to school, because I want good grades or to get into a university. I go to school to choose my next victim. I can’t help myself; I’m drawn to it like a starving lioness to an injured Zebra. It’s my instinct. Blending in as though a secret agent I just watch – every movement, every sound, every touch. Every second it all processes within my head, but it won’t stop and it’s never going to! When I watch, it’s only so long until somebody slips up and when they do – I’m more than happy to be the burden of justice. The forgiving God and the merciless devil, THAT is who I am. A racial torment, homophobic comment, preying on the helpless and the blood is mine! A simple distraction that all you humans fall victim to so I can lower my fangs to that bulging, blood filled artery in your neck.
When we feed, it’s not like the stories say. I couldn’t drain you if my life, well death, depended on it. None of us could – even our powers aren’t that strong. I mean where would it all go? No, a few sips to extract that slight bit of evil is all we need. The bad blood feeds us by giving us the perfect balance of something good (blood which your life forms need to live) and bad (the evil blood which causes social disaster). If it wasn’t for bad blood we would either be too good and be unable to do our job or too evil and become the savage versions of ourselves that everyone hears stories of.
Our job is simple. Revenge, Justice and purification. When we take bad blood from someone they become a better person, at least they do for a little while until they make more bad blood. When a person acts immorally that’s our queue that we can both feed from the person, to remain in our thriving state, and that they are in need of purifying. The less moral a person is, the more bad blood they have and so the more regularly they need purifying. Purifying does nothing harmful to the person – it just tastes amazing for us! It’s as though you are tasting 5 of the best desserts in one go in your mouth, the taste erupts in your mouth, nothing else is like it exists. But anyways purifying – it’s our job (Sorry about the lack of violence, I guess it must be disappointing).
We weren’t always like this. We really did used to be the shadows of the world. But humans evolved from living no little and fearing us, to knowing right from wrong (and still not always making the best decisions) and having pitch forks. Naturally as our prey evolved so did we. Humans stopped just being food to us, but a moral obligation. I guess that’s what you’d call the circle of life and evolution at their finest. After some decades the ancients who lived by the old ways died out and so we were all taught of the moral ways of our kind. Of course some of us slip up or start drinking good blood, or no blood at all which is why unjust crimes such as rapes and murder happen. The one that was meant to be in control of that person slipped up and fell short of their duties. In these cases their finite death is brought to them sooner ( within a week of their mistake) and they are replaced at the area where they worked.
Before you ask, yes we die. Our life span is considerably longer than a humans, or that of any other living creature but we do die. From the time when we are converted we appear to age at regular human rate, until we reach about the age of forty. At this age we are well past our peak and so for for 24hours we sleep and when we awake we look, feel and sound exactly the same as we did when we were first converted (Looping) . Did you ever see a person who looked exactly like somebody you knew or saw on tv, but they were the wrong age so you thought they were somebody else? They were one of us. When we loop our memories and knowledge remain. On average we go through this process around 10 times before eventually coming to a true, finite death.
So, welcome to vampirehood.
Trapped in a black abiss, a spiraling hole.
Tunnels with no start nor end,
A star lost from galaxy,
A letter never to send,
Sun dead from wondering earth,
Return with the moon as child,
Be gone echoing silence,
Bring back all madness and wild.
they think i'm a loner -
the quiet type,
but i'm around -
in the middle of the night.
they spread their words -
say i'm going insane,
but they dont realises -
it causes no pain.
on me they've got nothing -
mer bunch of jacks!
but on them i got something -
so you better watch you're backs!
my hands are trapped in these chains,
and im stuck behind these bars,
because im not aloud -
entrance to your heart.
my execution date is set,
my trial never heard,
but theres nault left anyways -
if you dont hear my words.
my hearts already stopped,
since you have been taken,
and i dont know why -
but it hell on earth they're making.
Bring on the axe!
I have no fear!
Just please never -
bring my Love to here
