Just Yesterday: Unlife Story
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				Title: <strong>Just Yesterday: Unlife Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 04:35:54</strong>
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				It felt like just yesterday. When he burst in to the small two-story home. Werewolves, pack hunters had torn the place to pieces. Who would fight such creatures except those incapable of become them?<br><br>He had, killed them, except for one, but it didn't matter, it wasn't really about vengence. Not for humans, Vampires, even he, gave little thought to their lives. It was, the heartbeat, what he found in the basement, that meant something. A human girl, a meal, or maybe several, orphaned and alone.<br><br>Vincent had taken her with him. How many years had it been? It all felt like just a day, after all, his life was endless and such was the way he experienced it, endlessly.<br><br>Vincent woke up, standing from his bed, just a bed, in the darkened apartment. Passing his black coat and wide-brimmed hat, and walking to the windows he couldn't open. It was still daylight, the clock told him as much. How much did he trust her? Too much, perhaps, it would only take her five minutes to change the clocks and make him kill himself one day.<br><br>He turned back, past the padded briefcase that held a pair of 45 caliber handguns, and past the place where his sword, a straight single-edged blade sat. He could hear it was raining, and he went back to his bed, running fingers through his short blonde hair before rolling over, wondering what new terror he might be hunting in a week or a month.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Yesterday: Unlife Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 05:03:24</strong>
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				Even though it had been ten years, Rae still was plagued with nightmares. It happened when she was little every night now only once a week. Today was a day that left her feeling empty with a tiny light of hope in the long valley of her life. It was funny though how the light that was there belonged to a man who belonged in the dark. <br><br>She was out of high school, well, she had taken classes all online and now she was a graduate. She didn't know really what all was planned for her life. Living with a vampire had made it so she didn't really think the same as the humans she had little contact with.<br><br>Rae had recently turned eighteen and now she was heading into adult hood but every day since the question of her mortality was up. She got up after sleeping the day away much like her guardian and secretly, her best friend.<br><br>She had taken a shower and gotten dressed in jeans and a black button up blouse with her long, thick brown hair up and her bangs in her eyes which were bright hazel and lined with charcoal. She got on her shoes and was heading through the apartment to go look for some food as she heard stirring. With the rain outside it was hard to really hear but the creaking of bed springs got her wondering and lightly she knocked.<br><br>"Vincent," she walked in and looked around, a soft smile lifted her full lips and her dimples sank into her cheeks. "Good evening...do you need anything?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Just Yesterday: Unlife Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 02:15:24</strong>
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				He opened his eyes, sitting up as she came in. He'd never touched her, or bitten her, though he supposed had she not grown up with him, she might've found that quite odd. Being around him, and other Vampires, he knew that she'd have an appreciation for their, sexual appetites, and their appetites for blood, that even human familiars didn't get.<br><br>"No," he said, "just getting hungry...if you're going out..."<br><br>He lay back down. He sometimes sent her out for food, though he wasn't really much of a hunter. Vampires had lost their need to hunt in the modern age, devotees abounded, and one needed only to go to one of the city's underground clubs, one of the very special ones anyway, and find someone who'd be willing to be fed from. Usually they were suicidal, or masocistic, enjoying the bites, or the feeling of death that having just enough blood left to survive left them with, the cold and darkness.<br><br>He could easily say that his younger years had been more...enjoyable, but wanton violence was not a practice that allowed for anonymity much anymore, not as it had been when hunters had been few in number, and Vampires powerful, numerous and unfluential.
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