Post by Leonard Julius Ricard on Jul 21, 2012 23:40:13 GMT -7
leonard j. ricard
23. MALE. VAMPIRE. HETEROSEXUAL.
I can't really say I remember what it felt like to die.
Whether I saw some sort of light, or was dragged under to some sort of fiery pit.
But maybe that was because when I died I woke up, my naturally pale skin was something that didn't surprise me whatsoever, however, the craving that I had for what I knew was blood was what really scared me. And as I rose from the ground, I looked around carefully, my sight in this pitch blackness was surprisingly good as well. But as I wandered those old cobblestone streets that night, I knew that something wasn't right. That I was not the person that I was before, but then when I tried to really remember who I was, it was gone. But perhaps the blood that stained my forehead and then the one that seemed to be oozing from my neck explained why it was that I didn't remember.
I can honestly say that even after all these years have passed I still, to this day don't remember what happened that night. Nor do I have the best recollection of what sort of life I had before. But that was a good 100 years ago, so I try not to hold onto the past. Not when so many other things have happened in my life...
And if you didn't get it from that statement, I'm a Vampire. Don't worry, I doubt that you would get my blood lust going, I'm a vegan. Meaning I only get my blood source from animals, and not the human animals either, I've found you guys tend to taste rather disgusting. But thats beside the point of why I'm even bothering to tell you about the life that I've lived. From what I can remember of my life, I was the middle child of five, and I had two older brothers and then two younger sisters. Though I think that my youngest sibling died of some sort of illness, and it didn't take too long before it took out my oldest brother as well. Leaving my parents with just the three of us and themselves, which made feeding all of us easier, not that they could bare the pain of losing not just the one child but two.
It was when I turned probably thirteen or so when my mother committed suicide, and my father went into a deep depression which led to myself and my older brother to being the providers for my family. It wasn't an easy, let alone happy time for us, but this was something that we had to do if we wanted to keep some sort of roof over our heads. Even if the roof we did have leaked more often than not, which meant that the raining seasons were always hellish for us. But honestly, besides the parts that I've mentioned to you, when it comes to my past the points past that are completely blank. I mean as the years have passed there have been those nights when I've day dreamed and have gotten these flashes but who really knows if those things are in fact real, or just a part of my imagination.
I'm still searching you know, for the person that made me who I am to this day, that person who turned me into one of them. It would have to be someone who has enough skill with the toxins in our fangs, or someone who is old enough to know the secrets. But I have yet to find them, and they have yet to make some sort appearance to me throughout the hundred years that I've been the Vampire that I am today. Its something that I'd consider rather bittersweet...I've been told by others like myself that one of the best experiences and feelings we can have is when we meet our creators. It puts a closure to a part of our lives that we may be uncertain about, and while I want to act as human as possible, I still want to find this person.
But enough about the past, its not like there is anything that I can do to change it, so there is no reason to hang onto something that cannot be changed. Besides within this life that I have for myself, I have someone who I will never forget. Someone who is this little human girl who always seems to carry this darkness with her. It makes me want to reach out and try to figure it out, help her, which is why it pulls me so close to her. However, she's also one of the few who actually knows what I am and instead of running scared and trying her best to hide from me she accepts me. Emma Black is someone who I think...no I know I've come to care a great deal about, and in more than that simple friendly manner. She knows more about me than many others do and she is one of the few that I've ever really opened up to.
She's my source of faith in those around me, that person who I will protect with my life if it ever came to that. I'd never want to give that up, give this sort of feeling up. That is, unless she wants to let go of me, and then I guess if that ever happens it'll just have to happen. But I'll stay by her side until she really pushes me away, pushes me away and means it.
Whether I saw some sort of light, or was dragged under to some sort of fiery pit.
But maybe that was because when I died I woke up, my naturally pale skin was something that didn't surprise me whatsoever, however, the craving that I had for what I knew was blood was what really scared me. And as I rose from the ground, I looked around carefully, my sight in this pitch blackness was surprisingly good as well. But as I wandered those old cobblestone streets that night, I knew that something wasn't right. That I was not the person that I was before, but then when I tried to really remember who I was, it was gone. But perhaps the blood that stained my forehead and then the one that seemed to be oozing from my neck explained why it was that I didn't remember.
I can honestly say that even after all these years have passed I still, to this day don't remember what happened that night. Nor do I have the best recollection of what sort of life I had before. But that was a good 100 years ago, so I try not to hold onto the past. Not when so many other things have happened in my life...
And if you didn't get it from that statement, I'm a Vampire. Don't worry, I doubt that you would get my blood lust going, I'm a vegan. Meaning I only get my blood source from animals, and not the human animals either, I've found you guys tend to taste rather disgusting. But thats beside the point of why I'm even bothering to tell you about the life that I've lived. From what I can remember of my life, I was the middle child of five, and I had two older brothers and then two younger sisters. Though I think that my youngest sibling died of some sort of illness, and it didn't take too long before it took out my oldest brother as well. Leaving my parents with just the three of us and themselves, which made feeding all of us easier, not that they could bare the pain of losing not just the one child but two.
It was when I turned probably thirteen or so when my mother committed suicide, and my father went into a deep depression which led to myself and my older brother to being the providers for my family. It wasn't an easy, let alone happy time for us, but this was something that we had to do if we wanted to keep some sort of roof over our heads. Even if the roof we did have leaked more often than not, which meant that the raining seasons were always hellish for us. But honestly, besides the parts that I've mentioned to you, when it comes to my past the points past that are completely blank. I mean as the years have passed there have been those nights when I've day dreamed and have gotten these flashes but who really knows if those things are in fact real, or just a part of my imagination.
I'm still searching you know, for the person that made me who I am to this day, that person who turned me into one of them. It would have to be someone who has enough skill with the toxins in our fangs, or someone who is old enough to know the secrets. But I have yet to find them, and they have yet to make some sort appearance to me throughout the hundred years that I've been the Vampire that I am today. Its something that I'd consider rather bittersweet...I've been told by others like myself that one of the best experiences and feelings we can have is when we meet our creators. It puts a closure to a part of our lives that we may be uncertain about, and while I want to act as human as possible, I still want to find this person.
But enough about the past, its not like there is anything that I can do to change it, so there is no reason to hang onto something that cannot be changed. Besides within this life that I have for myself, I have someone who I will never forget. Someone who is this little human girl who always seems to carry this darkness with her. It makes me want to reach out and try to figure it out, help her, which is why it pulls me so close to her. However, she's also one of the few who actually knows what I am and instead of running scared and trying her best to hide from me she accepts me. Emma Black is someone who I think...no I know I've come to care a great deal about, and in more than that simple friendly manner. She knows more about me than many others do and she is one of the few that I've ever really opened up to.
She's my source of faith in those around me, that person who I will protect with my life if it ever came to that. I'd never want to give that up, give this sort of feeling up. That is, unless she wants to let go of me, and then I guess if that ever happens it'll just have to happen. But I'll stay by her side until she really pushes me away, pushes me away and means it.
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