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Chapter Seven: Dark Past, Darker Future |
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Chapter Six: Present Day Crisis |
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Chapter Five: The Aftermath |
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Chapter Three: Blood Red-Wine & Dine |
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Chapter Two: First Meeting |
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Chapter One: Distant Memories |
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"Susie!" mother shouted into the darkness, "Susie! Wake up!"
"Hmm..." I answered wearily, "W-What? Oh! Yeah mom, I'm coming." I slowly crawled out of bed and made my way to the window. I pulled back the drapes and cringed as the harsh bright light of the morning sun blinded me. I rubbed my tired brown eyes and looked down below at the always-busy Dumain Street. Everybody was getting ready for our annual "Festival of the Dead" down below while I had stayed dormant in my room. The streets were all decorated with the usual beads and adornment and the town folks were all dressed up in black white and red coloured clothes just for the occasion. I sat in the window box and watched them quietly. It was amusing, watching everyone below me acting out their lives oblivious to the fact that I was observing them ever so carefully. It's amazing; I thought to myself, you never know who's looking down on you.
"Susie! Are you up yet?" mother shouted in frustration, "We have a lot of work to do today!" I turned my head and faced the door.
"Alright mom!' I answered, "I'm coming!" I went to my dresser and pulled out the wardrobe my mother had set out for me. A blood red shirt and a pair of black jeans with black spiked-heel shoes. I looked at the plain jeans in disgust. "Not quite my style." I said aloud. I reached into my desk drawer and pulled out my scissors. I made a tiny cut at the knee of the pants, placed my hand in and ripped the hole bigger. "There, that's better." I said with a smile and looked in the mirror, for a final inspection. I straightened out my brownish gold hair and made my way downstairs quickly.
"About time!" said my mother, "And I see you've already made some altercations with your wardrobe." I smiled as I made my way down the creaky wooden staircase.
"Well Good-morning to you to." I said sarcastically, "So what do you need me to do?"
"I need some groceries done before the shops close for the Festival," mother explained as she hunted for some white candles in the old antique kitchen. "but I need to finish decorating the house for the party tonight. Would you be a dear and help me out?"
"Sure mom," I answered politely, "is the list on the fridge?"
"On the table," answered mother "you'd better hurry Susie! Shops close in an hour."
"I'm on my way mom!" I shouted as I made my way for the front door "Be back soon!" I closed the wood door behind me and made my way out into the world that was New Orleans.
Everything was flashy and exotic as I took to the streets. There were banners ranging from ruby to gold and balloons of all shapes and sizes were floating around me. Everywhere I looked, it screamed "Party Time" and I loved every minute of it. I turned into Bourbon Street where all the main shops were located. The streetlights had red and black ribbons intertwined on each post, and the shops were loaded to the brim with fireworks, noisemakers and party favors of all kinds in the front windows. As I passed by a wooden stall and old woman began calling out to me.
"Young Lady!" she cried, "Come here my child!" I turned around and walked up to the old woman.
"Yes M'am?" I asked, "Did you need help with something?" the old woman began to laugh to herself.
"Thank you deerie but no," she replied, "I have something for you." She reached into a small bag and pulled out a necklace. It had a worn out leather chain and a wooden cross at the end. She motioned me to bend lower and placed it around my neck. She then looked around and whispered quietly in my ear something I would never forget "Beware of the Darkness my child, there are things which man should never venture into, for once inside, there is no point of return."
A chill came down my spine as she entered these words into my mind and burned them into memory. I looked down at the wooden cross with a combination of amazement, bewilderment and raw, bitter fear. And when I looked up and began to thank her, she was gone.
 Andrea Higoratsu · Thu Oct 07, 2004 @ 11:24pm · 0 Comments |
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For years, I have been hiding in the shadows. As the years slowly elapsed, my humanity began to slowly whither away and die. It is the way of our people. It is the way of our kind. I was eighteen when I was murdered on December 11, 1970. So they say. I am exactly one-hundred and seventy-two years old to the day I had been re-born, yet I remain a child of eighteen. It is not a tale of fantasy and legend, quite the opposite. It is what happens when one falls into a trap worse than death. One so mortifying that it makes your heart stop beating and your blood run cold, literally. I am no longer the innocent being I was in life. I am Andrea, I am a walking pestilence, and I am a vampire.
Andrea Higoratsu · Tue Sep 28, 2004 @ 12:11am · 0 Comments |
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