Post by Taras Van Vranken on Apr 18, 2010 18:56:58 GMT -5
April 18, 2010
....Its been roughly 300 years since my birth in the 1700's. I remember little about my childhood. Mother was an accursed half breed, able to live among the humans as if she was one. Father was fully human, and fully drunk. I hope he died as such. With any luck, his throat was ripped out by another pure bread Vampire such as myself. Oh how I long to of been the one to commit such a brutally beautiful act. I loathe the Pure Bread that did it, and if it was I wonder if he would put up a good fight before I too ripped his flesh from bone.
....Of course it could of been a wretched werewolf, but I highly doubt those fleabags could even stop a human. I have seen them feed, and I have seen them kill. They don't stand a chance against a half breed, let alone a pure blood Vampire. I have broken countless Jaws from those beasts. So unintelligent. Though they do have a decent keen of senses which you have to somewhat admire, but thats about the only respectful characteristic they have.
.... With 300 years under the belt, Yakov and I have finally stumbled upon what seems like a promising town. Hush Hills, this God forsaken place calls itself. Yakov wants food, I want to pass through... maybe we can do both. Killing isn't joyful anymore, I do it to feed thats it. I only do it when I have to. After I lost Sorai, have no desire to kill for pleasure anymore. Oh how I miss her. One day My Love, I will be with you. If God exists, then maybe somehow I can be redeemed for my sins. If not then Hell welcomes me, though I'm somewhat sure I'm already there.
..... As Yakov and I press on, we hope to find a place one day where we can dwell and feed freely. Though I doubt we'll find any such place...
Sincerely,
Taras Van Vranken
....Its been roughly 300 years since my birth in the 1700's. I remember little about my childhood. Mother was an accursed half breed, able to live among the humans as if she was one. Father was fully human, and fully drunk. I hope he died as such. With any luck, his throat was ripped out by another pure bread Vampire such as myself. Oh how I long to of been the one to commit such a brutally beautiful act. I loathe the Pure Bread that did it, and if it was I wonder if he would put up a good fight before I too ripped his flesh from bone.
....Of course it could of been a wretched werewolf, but I highly doubt those fleabags could even stop a human. I have seen them feed, and I have seen them kill. They don't stand a chance against a half breed, let alone a pure blood Vampire. I have broken countless Jaws from those beasts. So unintelligent. Though they do have a decent keen of senses which you have to somewhat admire, but thats about the only respectful characteristic they have.
.... With 300 years under the belt, Yakov and I have finally stumbled upon what seems like a promising town. Hush Hills, this God forsaken place calls itself. Yakov wants food, I want to pass through... maybe we can do both. Killing isn't joyful anymore, I do it to feed thats it. I only do it when I have to. After I lost Sorai, have no desire to kill for pleasure anymore. Oh how I miss her. One day My Love, I will be with you. If God exists, then maybe somehow I can be redeemed for my sins. If not then Hell welcomes me, though I'm somewhat sure I'm already there.
..... As Yakov and I press on, we hope to find a place one day where we can dwell and feed freely. Though I doubt we'll find any such place...
Sincerely,
Taras Van Vranken
