Sunday, March 10, 2013

#ForbiddenSecrets -- @FeminaeFatalis

The myth of how vampires came to be has been passed down through the generations always a different theory than the last. The sort of cruel humans that were punished both during life and death; which lead to the very first vampires and down the line; myself, but I am not made from the taking of a life, but, by the birth of one, I am the half breed. I don't sparkle, /real/ vampires those who mix their venom with humans die in the sun and by stakes, fire. I, however, though sun weakens me can go out in it. Stakes and Fire can kill me but you'd be surprised how many things they could kill. Not much weakens /real/ vampires and though it affects me I can often withstand… Silver being both mine and the full blood's kryptonite. There aren’t many things about myself that would give away my lineage; my heart still beats and for the most part I can live normally even go indefinitely without blood though that stunts my abilities. One thing that sets me apart from the humans; my eyes, without warning they will glow a bright green and usually at the worst moments. I walk the line of two worlds, both vampire and human and yet I belong to neither. Hating the evil within me I seek vengeance on those who I resemble most, the vampires. I will kill them all or die trying.

The sun hung low over the mountains set in the distance. A blanket of silver lay across the land I stared into the distance; second guessing my plan. Behind me was a club that’s been known to have frequent vampire customers, though I suppose the name ‘Pulse’ might have given it away. There were a few places like this in the world; places that a very little amount of humans knew were strictly vampire central, and those that just happen by are often sent home with a hung-over induced by blood loss rather than alcohol intake. I came here to find a fanger I could kill. I hadn’t had a good kill in over a month and it seemed to now be something I’d grown addicted to. The kill, the lust for blood but not just any blood, vampire blood; you might think it’s weird for a half breed such as myself to hunt and kill my own kind but to be honest, I couldn’t hate them more. They raped my mother, almost took her life and then 9 months later she gave birth to me. I suppose it wasn’t a bad life, in the grand scheme of things, she didn’t treat me like some half blood sucker; I was her daughter but when it came to my 16 birthday and all of the sudden I had a brand new set of fangs, things got a little weird.

Nothing too dire but still, it was hard keeping my new powers under control and she’d kept her distance. Now, however, 22 years old and well in control of my vampire abilities I’ve found that slaying them is more fun and more addicting than any drug out there. I turned toward the door of the building that was only now lit by a single sign that red ‘Pulse’ in red letters and an open sign that flashed blue in the place’s only window. I started inside and for a moment as the low hum of rock music of the Indi persuasion played in the background I was taken back. The outside didn’t look like much, just kind of a run-down old Tavern but inside it was lush with crimson. Blood red curtains and satin covered seating lined each wall; with the bar smack in the middle of the room. People scattered around the bar were gyrating to the music and the whole place reeked of blood and sweat. I’d learned how to tell which were vampires and which were humans. My hearing, though not quite as good as I would assume a full breeds would be, was enough to hear the slightest thrumming within the chests of every person in here; those with heartbeats and those without.

Vampires couldn’t resist a young nubile woman, men and woman alike. It was like picking from the forbidden fruits, plucking an apple at its prime and they simply loved to get the first taste. Today, I wore what would seemingly categorize me as a young newbie child of the dark. Too much eyeliner and more black than anyone should ever wear. It was like screaming at the top of your lungs, daddy never loved me enough and I’m looking for love in all the wrong places. I could almost feel their eyes on me, groping me with their gaze and practically undressing me with their minds. It was like being put on display; naked and allowing everyone in the room to appraise me, which in all actuality was exactly what I was doing. I was giving them something to look at, something to pull them in; I was baiting them, hook, line and sinker.

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