On the bright side of life
It is dark. I don't see anything. I don't hear any sounds of my enviroment, but earth eating worms.
A few pieces of the brown underground are all over my face, which seems to be like falling stones.
The only good side of my life as a vampire is the rehabilitation, which is definitely faster than human technologies.
Today is the day of changes. I have this amazing feeling in my belly. It is like blood group 0, so rare, nevertheless a great tasting. Unforgettable, forever in my mind.
My hands are grabbing after my dungeon to pull it behind my body-corpse.
It seems to be an endless torment, my hands are open with several wounds, because of sharp stones. A lot of them are gone through my hands, like pieces of glass.
Obviously my thoughts are completely chaotic. My life has depended on this grave since my date of death. 1649 was the year in which I was buried in a dull black coffin.
Fresh air blows around his face, more likely a orcan within a graveyard. It is dark outside, in a very relaxing way. The stars twinkles on the sky, like tons of diamonds. Maybe they are the souls of our beloved. Maybe they are only sun systems, a infinite circle of our lifes. It could be, if the humans are going to die anyday, the world is going on. We are only a short instance of it. Of the whole universum.
After I am standing on solid ground, my eyes can watch the surroundings. Many trees decorate the east and south rand of the grey construction. In the west and north way are many buildings, primarily fabrics and skyscrapers.
As I am going through the streets, like a half zombie and a half monster. I must be a great sight. Really, fabulous.
My clothes are not discernible. Although it's midnight many people are on the street, looking at me like I am a parasit. Obviously, I am not wished here.
As I am crossing the street to the right side, a car drives in a crazy speed in my way. Calmly waiting for the attack, which is surely coming, that is for good.
In a minute I could be dead. In a minute I could have a great life. A life worth living. So I am not worrysome any more. A walking corpse is what I am. Truely, it's a fact.
A few feets before the car would hit me out of my bones, it stops. Queezing wheels are paralizing my hearing.
"Have you lost your birds?" What birds? "Hey you, I have asked you a question. Answer me!"
I don't know what to say. I am speakless in a kind I've never been. It is really abnormal. But kind of fun, too.
So, why should I take a word in this matter, only to let him dominate my poor self. No, it doesn't function that way. I'm can do better, much better.
"What takes you in the position, to question me about trivial stuff? Are you something the time is worth it for?"
Take that. I am taking, what's mine. So is life.
His face changes into a gasping fish, not becoming enough air. Should I help him? Indeed, I shouldn't do something so awful. I am the damn lord of hell, not a servant with a kind heart. Joke of the year.
As he's slowly going to me, I'm tensing my muscles, ready to hit him like never before.
Suddenly somebody interacts in this strained situation, or putting it more precisely a tall woman.
She has cat-like eyes, a thin nose and two lines as lips. A black suit is fitting her trained body, female curves are hardly recognizable. A true warrior.
The question I do must ask myself is, if I should have a little panic attack? Against a supernatural fighter, I have no chance to win the battle. But I cannot swing the white flag, so a confrontation is irreconcilable.
I have made a failure. The man is the target. She pushes him against a wall and seperates his head from the body. Really, she must be the goddess of rage. Apparently, the focus lays now on my figure, after she has smashed his head into a fiasco.
Is she not aware of herself, or why is she coming nearer, then. On the other side, the model in front of me is hotter than hell herself. Flames could be rising under her feet, but they only support her certain figure. The polished diamond looks me aggressivly in my eyes.
"You are the devil?" She speculates.
"Maybe, maybe not. I cannot say anything about my personality", I am answering incorrectly.
She doesn't laugh, in the main she has no reaction in all. Not adding little pieces of information, she starts to speak on herself. Also it's not really pretty, what she has to say, nonetheless I am happy about a conversation.
Stones are rolling across the streets, crones of trees start to shake, everything becomes unstable.
A few pieces of the brown underground are all over my face, which seems to be like falling stones.
The only good side of my life as a vampire is the rehabilitation, which is definitely faster than human technologies.
Today is the day of changes. I have this amazing feeling in my belly. It is like blood group 0, so rare, nevertheless a great tasting. Unforgettable, forever in my mind.
My hands are grabbing after my dungeon to pull it behind my body-corpse.
It seems to be an endless torment, my hands are open with several wounds, because of sharp stones. A lot of them are gone through my hands, like pieces of glass.
Obviously my thoughts are completely chaotic. My life has depended on this grave since my date of death. 1649 was the year in which I was buried in a dull black coffin.
Fresh air blows around his face, more likely a orcan within a graveyard. It is dark outside, in a very relaxing way. The stars twinkles on the sky, like tons of diamonds. Maybe they are the souls of our beloved. Maybe they are only sun systems, a infinite circle of our lifes. It could be, if the humans are going to die anyday, the world is going on. We are only a short instance of it. Of the whole universum.
After I am standing on solid ground, my eyes can watch the surroundings. Many trees decorate the east and south rand of the grey construction. In the west and north way are many buildings, primarily fabrics and skyscrapers.
As I am going through the streets, like a half zombie and a half monster. I must be a great sight. Really, fabulous.
My clothes are not discernible. Although it's midnight many people are on the street, looking at me like I am a parasit. Obviously, I am not wished here.
As I am crossing the street to the right side, a car drives in a crazy speed in my way. Calmly waiting for the attack, which is surely coming, that is for good.
In a minute I could be dead. In a minute I could have a great life. A life worth living. So I am not worrysome any more. A walking corpse is what I am. Truely, it's a fact.
A few feets before the car would hit me out of my bones, it stops. Queezing wheels are paralizing my hearing.
"Have you lost your birds?" What birds? "Hey you, I have asked you a question. Answer me!"
I don't know what to say. I am speakless in a kind I've never been. It is really abnormal. But kind of fun, too.
So, why should I take a word in this matter, only to let him dominate my poor self. No, it doesn't function that way. I'm can do better, much better.
"What takes you in the position, to question me about trivial stuff? Are you something the time is worth it for?"
Take that. I am taking, what's mine. So is life.
His face changes into a gasping fish, not becoming enough air. Should I help him? Indeed, I shouldn't do something so awful. I am the damn lord of hell, not a servant with a kind heart. Joke of the year.
As he's slowly going to me, I'm tensing my muscles, ready to hit him like never before.
Suddenly somebody interacts in this strained situation, or putting it more precisely a tall woman.
She has cat-like eyes, a thin nose and two lines as lips. A black suit is fitting her trained body, female curves are hardly recognizable. A true warrior.
The question I do must ask myself is, if I should have a little panic attack? Against a supernatural fighter, I have no chance to win the battle. But I cannot swing the white flag, so a confrontation is irreconcilable.
I have made a failure. The man is the target. She pushes him against a wall and seperates his head from the body. Really, she must be the goddess of rage. Apparently, the focus lays now on my figure, after she has smashed his head into a fiasco.
Is she not aware of herself, or why is she coming nearer, then. On the other side, the model in front of me is hotter than hell herself. Flames could be rising under her feet, but they only support her certain figure. The polished diamond looks me aggressivly in my eyes.
"You are the devil?" She speculates.
"Maybe, maybe not. I cannot say anything about my personality", I am answering incorrectly.
She doesn't laugh, in the main she has no reaction in all. Not adding little pieces of information, she starts to speak on herself. Also it's not really pretty, what she has to say, nonetheless I am happy about a conversation.
Stones are rolling across the streets, crones of trees start to shake, everything becomes unstable.
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