I will be writing stuff here I guess.
I recommend listening to this while reading:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e5MAg_yWsq8&ob=av3nMy current story is about vampires and stuff.
Also if you're one of the people who go HURRDURR VAMPIRES OVERDONE GAY BULLstuff, don't bother reading this.
I want to clarify again, this will be nothing like Twilight. If you come in here bashing without actually reading the story I will
snap your neck.
Edwin Banks is a young vampire living in the New York area, trying to get used to being undead. He tries to make himself feel better about taking human life by killing only murderers. However, the life of a vampire is more complicated then drinking blood and he is drawn into a conflict that will make him choose between his new life and his old.
Chapter 1
I awoke to darkness. Well not quite darkness. I could feel things moving, all around me, into me, out of me. When I tried to move I found I could not, the darkness was grainy and hard, and pressed down on me from above. I realized at once what had happened. I was buried alive. Why was I buried alive? I had been buried without a casket as well, simply tossed into a shallow grave. In my previous life, I might have been afraid for myself. How would I ever shrug off the layers of earth constricting me as a mere human? I felt my blood heating up, my temperature rising. With a shout, I stood up. The earth ruptured around me, fertile soil thick with worms and human decay was unearthed at once. I still couldn’t see. My eyes were thick with dirt. Disgustedly I began rubbing them vigorously. Eventually my eyes were clear enough to see once again. Yet somehow my vision had changed. I could saw objects more sharply than I ever had before. Some things had faint auras around them, different colors, barely visible. I was so confused. Was I drugged by somebody? I looked down at myself. I was wearing what might have been a good suit before it was bitten to shreds by the inhabitants of the dirt. At last I noticed my surroundings. It appeared I was in a cellar that was dark as the dirt I had woken in. The world still spun in my eyes, but I had to get out of here before whoever left me here came back. However there was more than just fear driving me. A kind of thirst, unlike anything I had felt before was rising in my chest. It was like I was hungry and thirsty, but neither and yet both. Perhaps it was some worm disease. I took a tentative step, and immediately a spasm of pain gripped me. It seemed to come from my stomach, then my head, then my heart. When it was over my throat was sore, and I had rubbed off the back of my suit rolling in agony. Even worse, the hunger had intensified. I was dying to get out of the cellar, but I would not until I could remember what had happened to me. My name is Edwin Banks. I had a menial office job and a small apartment. I am twenty four. My sister attended an Ivy league college and has a paycheck at least ten times the size of mine. I love her, but I am envious of her. My parents are both retired. What else, what else? I led a boring existence. Just then, the cellar door opened. A man, fat and sweaty, had entered the dark room. It was a large cellar and I was some distance away from him. Was he the one who buried me? Suddenly I got a whiff of him. The sweet stink of his sweat nauseated me, and his breath reeked with whiskey. Yet, he smelled delicious. For the first time I took notice of a funny feeling in my mouth. It was almost felt like my braces had, only not nearly as bad. I became aware of a new mechanic in my mouth. If you do not understand this, let me explain. A human is aware of his jaw mechanic, of opening and closing his mouth. It was exactly like that. I triggered this foreign thing in my mouth, and there was at once a sharp pain, but it lasted for only a second. It had made a noise as well, like the scratching of a chalk board. I felt in my mouth for something that might have changed, and felt at once, fangs. My two canine teeth had grown long and pointy, and the others had all gotten quite pointy as well. I yelped in surprise. I felt tears come to my eyes. What the hell had happened to me? The fat man noticed me then.
“Hey! Who are you?” he shouted. The sound was amplified a hundred times in my ears, and I covered them instinctively. He stood over me and began to speak, in a much softer voice. I wasn’t listening then, for I had become aware of hundreds of sounds. Worms writhing, cars skidding, leather creaking, and above all a voice. It sounded like someone was just speaking normally, and judging from the words the voice spoke it must have been talking to me.
“You, hunger, yes? Take this man. Drink him.”
It was the voice of a young girl, and she had a faint accent I could not place. European.
Somehow the words chained themselves to me. Drink him. I could not disobey this person, whoever she was. She terrified me, but comforted me at the same time. Like a guardian devil.
I was still hunched over on the ground. “Hey! Are you alright? Can you hear me?”
The fat mans voice had gotten louder again. I stood up and turned to him.
“I am now.” I grabbed him by the head, by the shoulder, and pulled. He screamed in pain as I stretched his neck out. It seemed so taut that a speck of dust would burst it like a balloon, and his glorious blood would pour out. Before I had a chance to think of what I was doing all my pointy teeth were in his neck and blood was spurting into my mouth like a fire hose. Blood tasted horrible to me before, but now it had changed. It was somewhere between thin and thick, and it tasted like life itself. I could see bits of his life through his blood as well. Snatches of random memories came to my minds eye, his first kiss, his honeymoon, showing his son how to ride a bike. It occurred to me that I could learn anything I wanted too with this power. Suddenly I realized that I was killing the man. I could feel the pumping of his blood slow. No longer hungry, I withdrew my fangs and dropped the man. Blood was dripping down my front; I was apparently a sloppy eater. Suddenly the horror of what I had done struck me. I knelt next to him, trying to wake him up. He was still breathing, but weakly, and his skin was a touch paler than it had been before.
Above the sounds of the city that filled my ears, I heard that voice once again.
“Lick the bite-marks and leave him there. He will live. Come outside, Edwin.”
Again the words hit me like a subway train. Without thinking about I licked the man’s wounds. The bite holes bubbled shut in a fascinating and grotesque moment. I stood up and leaned against the wall for a spell. My mind was racing.
Iamavampireiamavampireiamavam
pireiamavampirewhywhohowthisf
eelsgood…
Who had made me? Why? Should I feel excited or suicidal? Before I could think more, the voice came to me again, this time with more urgency.
“Leave the cellar now!”
I had angered the voice. I simultaneously felt ashamed and terrified, and I left without another thought, dripping blood behind me.
Chapter 2
As I stepped out of the cellar I found myself in yet another dark room. Slits of light shone in through cracks in the walls. Judging from this I guessed I was in a shack, likely in the yard of a larger main house. I had no recollection of ever coming to this house, so my maker must have brought me here. I felt around in the darkness until I found a door. It was not so much a door as it was a swinging wall.
I pushed it forward with the amount of strength that would normally cause it to swing open and bounce closed.
Instead the hinges snapped off the rotted wood and the door spun a few feet before bouncing to a stop in the tall grass. I looked around myself, and yes, not too far away was a large house, with brightly lit windows.
From the shed I could easily make out its features, something I would have found impossible as a human. It was two floored and bleached white, with balconies and Romanesque columns. There was a picket fence surrounding the whole square of land, with my shack being in one corner and the house in the one across from it.
Unlike the shack, the fence was in surprisingly good shape, it looked almost newly whitewashed. Judging from the cobalt color of the sky it was still early. A thick forest was right behind my little shack, and the house had a couple of trees around it as well. I could hear the sound of cars and tires in the distance, somewhere to my right.
A dirt road ran by the little plot of land, but it was lonely and small, likely an offshoot of the main street that I was hearing. With nothing else to do I headed towards the house. For a second I thought about bringing up the man from the basement.
I had drained him within an inch of his life so I couldn’t just leave him in a cellar, right? I had almost turned around when I completely changed my mind without meaning too. The voice had called me, answering it was my priority. All other things came second. Growing impatient with my slow pace I began to run.
Before I realized it I was in front of the house. Quickly I ground my heels into the earth.
My hot feet gouged a path of dirt, and the momentum did not stop until I collided heavily with one of the houses columns. It was not painful, but merely annoying. I had the impression that if I had suffered that kind of collision before tonight, I would have been brained.
Up close the house was just as it appeared to me from afar. My new vision was truly amazing. I walked up the steps to the front door, my bare feet smacking the wood heavily. The house had double doors, and as I reached for the right ones silver doorknob, the left one was opened. A round man in a white suit was smiling widely at me. He stood with one gloved hand holding the door open and one behind his back. It all seemed pretty lame to me.
“Uh, thanks.” The fatty gave me an overly gracious bow, but when he looked up I saw a certain hunger in his eyes. “Not at all.”
I decided that I didn’t like him. As I stepped through the doorway, he spoke again.
“Her mistress is waiting for you in her chambers. Please go up the stairs, to the left and down the hall. It’s the last door on your right.”
I felt terrible about getting all the dirt of the cellar on the squeaky clean marble floors. I cast an apologetic glance at the fat man, but he merely continued smiling. Without hesitating again, I trudged up the stairs and followed his instructions. The halls were empty and my footsteps echoed loudly. The walls were white with a swirling gray design printed upon them. Every few meters was a door accompanied on both sides by square columns that stretched to the top of the hallway.
Eventually I came to the end of the hall. This door seemed no different from the others. I opened the door tentatively, not knowing what to expect.
First I shall describe the room itself. The floor had a thick red carpet; one could sink into it as if it were quicksand if they stood still too long. The walls were white, with the same gray design on them, intricate swirls repeating themselves over and over. There was a four poster bed, also white, with its veils pulled back. There was a very large flat-television as well; I would come to love the channels it had to offer me. There was a modern looking sofa in front of it, white with metal supports, and it stood out from its very old fashioned surroundings. It was shaped like an L so people sitting together could talk without awkwardly turning towards each other. A small desk with a high power computer occupied the corner with the window. I wouldn’t visit the adjoining bathroom until later, but it had smooth marble floors and baths that were built into the floor, so one wouldn’t have to step over a porcelain wall to get in. Basically this was the kind of home I had always wanted to have, except I wouldn’t have gone so overboard with the white. I had grown up in a suburban neighborhood as a member of an upper middle class family. I had been to some fancy houses before, often just to see what rich people lived like, but this house was a whole new level for me.
Sitting on the couch was a girl who looked to be around twenty. She had long brown hair and was wearing a simple white dress. Her nose was elegant and smooth, and her lips small and red. She was pale skinned, but not white like one might think a vampire to be. I found her quite beautiful. As I looked at her I knew at once she was the one who had made me. She smiled cheerfully from her couch and waved. Slowly I made my way to the couch and sat down across from her, wary.
“Hello Edwin.” She had an ordinary voice, just like any human chick. I couldn’t stop thinking about Twilight for some reason. I hoped this was nothing like Twilight.
I realized she was waiting for me to answer her. When I tried to speak my voice cracked, so I cleared my throat and started again.
“Why-“I began but she interrupted me. “I said hello. I did not give you permission to ask me a question.” It irritated me when people interrupted me, and hearing a girl who looked younger than I speak to me that way annoyed me even more.
She gave me a smile then, and somehow this calmed me a little.
“I’ll explain everything you need to know.”
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Herpus Derpus chapter two ends.
