Blood Thirst part 2Were here Irene. Malachi said, awakening me.
It seemed that I had dozed off while we were soaring through the air. His black wings mustve disappeared when we landed. As I opened my eyes slowly I saw something I didnt expect to see. We were standing on the edge of a medieval-looking castle wall. How nostalgic. Thick stone rose up on all sides and the gothic architecture was beautiful. The watchtowers were adorned with statues of dragons and vampires, along with sharp stone spikes that jutted out from the sides. For some reason I felt that I had seen this all before. The castle was strangely quiet and there were no guards patrolling the walls. A warm feeling swept across me and I felt surprisingly comfortable around all of this. Looking down I saw a grassy courtyard with a fountain in the center. Atop the fountain was another statue of a vampire. Across from it were two chairs where a cloaked figure sat in one of them, staring straight at me through icy silv
Two Year AniverserySo my dear friend,
It's been nearly two years.
What happened to you?
What did I do to deserve this,
If I did anything at all.
Two years is a long time to think,
I pray that you don't forget me,
That you only think good of me.
Now I take this blade,
Ripping it into my flesh.
Two tally marks deep in my veins.
Two scars to represent the years.
Tears uncounted have been shed for you
Blood unmeasured as been waisted... for you.
Why did you abandon me?
If ever you return,
You will have a broken,
Yet faithful friend waiting for you.
Please forgive me,
It's almost too late...
ReunionOKINAWA, JAPAN 2038; OMORO RESTAURANT AND COFFEE SHOPE.
Kai Miagusgu was the older man who ran Okinawas popular Café, Omoro. His father had run Omoro about thirty years earlier before his premature death. Kai hadnt changed much in those thirty years. His hair still retained most of its reddish-orange color and his face had very few signs of age. His thin, muscled, frame didnt give anything away either, except for the occasional hitch in his right shoulder. He was still fit and could out-run most average. Years of battling Chiropterins required speed and agility.
Kai sighed, removing his apron and hung it on a hook behind the bar counter. He had just finished washing the dishes and fryers. It was 10:30 pm and Omoro had just closed for the night. The normally busy streets were quiet and calm with the whispering breeze of a cool spring night. On the opposite of the street were many wild flowers in recent bloom and the sakura tree on the corner sent pleasant aromas w
Blood Thirst Part 1So youre awake now? Came a deep, quiet voice, stirring me from my subconscious state.
Righting myself I could see that I was in a hospital bed. My blurry head tried to remember what event had placed me here but I was too dizzy to even remember what my own name was. Cool air blew on me from an ac vent, helping my stomach to not overturn. I laid back against the almost vertical hospital mattress and breathed deep.
Can you even hear me Irene? Came the voice again.
Blinking dumbly I looked around the room until my, fuzzy, gray vision rested upon a young man sitting in a chair, arms folded across his chest. He wore a leather jacket and tight black pants with various chains and rings hanging from them. His ebony hair was hanging into one fiery green eye leaving the other exposed. Around his pale neck he wore a tight collar looking thingy that was completely black with the exception of a tiny gray box fastened towards the backside of it. Three small, silver, stud
AceldamaBlackened heart, shredded soul
Wild desires flaming out of control
Broken bones flowing blood
Bodies burried deep in mud
Scarlet liquid, Crimson stains
On full moon nights the vampire reins
Werewolf howls, hysteric screams
The darkness is more then it seems
In harmony we hunt side by side
In light we transform and then we hide
A werewolf and vampire, what an awful sight
No one will deny our blood-soaked plight
Cries of death, blissful laughture
There is no before, there is no after
We laugh, they cry, be bathe in sin
Tearing visciously at bloody skin
Stone cold heart, ice in your veins
Humans hav such weak banes
Death and destruction, despair and decay
Everything mortal will rot away
Blood-soaked and drenched in hate
Binding humans to the slate
They cannot fight, they cannot flee
They cannot resist but must give in to me
I get the the blood, you get the meat
Human flesh tastes oh so sweet
A touch, a breath, a look, a glare
Causes them all to stop and stare
they pretend we don't exist
Vampire's RequemYour blood drips, your blood falls
Your blood has stained the darkened walls
The more you scream, the more you fight,
Only awakens my inner delight
A glistening fang traces your throat
Finally you realize there's nothing left of hope
Warm breath exhaled onl your skin
As I indulge in my blood-soaked sin
Life of length life of peace
Now your suspicions, transformed to beliefs
The vampire's bite is the last thing you feel
A wound on your neck that will never heal
Now your draw your last breath,
And focus on my chilling caress
Your agonly and pain are my bliss
You receive now the vampire's kiss
Now your own blood fills your mouth
Never did you think things would go so far south
Your life, you think you lived it well
Now your death, my desire is quelled
The Suicide LetterThe blade tore so cleanly through his skin and he welcomed the painful sting. six neat cuts on both wrists, bleeding profusely; he had severed the vein. A grin creapt across his face as his own blood created an ever growing puddle on the bathroom floor. He let the knife drop to the ground with a quiet thud and gritted his teeth agains the pain he had come to love. The t.v roared in the living room and he could hear his baby sister screaming while his step-mother tried to quiet her. All the unchanging sounds of the apartment sickened him. The never ending cycle only made him want to die more. Every day aftger school he came home to the same thing, sometimes his dad would beat him for being late, other times his dad would beat his step-mother for not cooking. When his mom couldn't move his dad made him cook and take care of the baby. If he did anything to anger him he would be beaten badily. All of his friends had stopped hanging around because he never wanted to go home. Now
LycanthropeCome my love, tonight we feast
On the flesh of delicate beasts
The full moon guids our path tonight
Our prey won't put up much of a fight
Now my love, tear their flesh
Destroy them all, that's your test
Blood is splattered on the ground
Including that of the farmer's hound
The screams they make as they die
Fuel our lust and blood-soaked lies
Crimson liquid steadly flowing
Icy wind continously blowing
Come my love, let us feast
Before the sun persues the east
A wolf within me, the beast it dwells
These eyes have seen many diffrent hells
Hidden by day transformed by night
In hearts we strike awful fright
Now my love hide from the light
So we may hunt another night