CHAPTER ELEVEN:
OCTOBER 30, 1995:
The sun rises over Crystal Falls; the chill of the autumn wind fills the air outside. Vampires hate the cold. As I ponder what to do, Danny lies asleep on the couch, still unconscious. The effects of my blood have taken a toll on him. I ponder whether to continue my investigation at the high-school. Doing so would put Harold at great risk. Yet, somehow I think پائیک, پائک has plans for the students. I look at the calendar. It is the thirtieth, the دن before Halloween. Halloween, the anniversary of the دن I made my first kill. I reminisce once مزید into my past.
ALBANY NEW YORK, OCTOBER 31, 1850:
It had been three weeks since I had left my father behind, I still think about him every day, but I know deep down that returning to Crystal Falls would put him in danger, not from Pike, but myself also. I have been filled with the same hunger I felt the دن I last saw him. Ordinarily, it would’ve taken months to get across the county, but پائیک, پائک had a super sonic speed that I learned I also had. As I wander the dirt roads of Albany, the cool autumn air fills my lungs. I am far مزید sensitive to the cold. This I had learned after my transformation. پائیک, پائک was out on a hunt. I have been able so far to feed off of animals, which I didn’t even kill, yet at the same time, I never seemed to be satisfied in my thirst. پائیک, پائک had told me that it would only be satisfied سے طرف کی human blood. Yet I had refrained from feeding on people, an achievement I am proud of, under the circumstances. But I knew, as پائیک, پائک had told me, it was inevitable that I would lose control. I just knew I would put it off as long as I could stand it. Yet, I had no idea how much longer it would be. پائیک, پائک returned earlier than usual to the کیبن we were residing in, and as soon as I saw his face, I knew he was excited, مزید so than usual. I had learned over the past three weeks the only thing that excited him was blood and death. He liked killing just for the sake of it. “Ash. I got آپ a present.” He said, grinning. “I don’t want any present آپ have to give.” I mutter. پائیک, پائک smiles. Just look outside.” Of course, I have already known what awaits me out there, and I hate پائیک, پائک for it. I can smell a dying man outside. He is young, in his twenties. I hear him gasping for breath. “I’m not going to do it.” I say. پائیک, پائک shrugs, and walks outside. Then, he does something surprising. Something that shocks even me. He brings in the young man, and I am shocked at what I see, his neck is ripped open, and he is barely alive. He will be dead soon. This I know. پائیک, پائک grins at me, and scoops up a pool of the man’s blood in his hand. پائیک, پائک holds the blood out towards my face. I am overwhelmed. I NEED it, but I have to resist it, it’s what he wants me to do. I suddenly begin to lose control, I feel my teeth growing larger. In a last ditch effort to keep control, I swat his hand away. Blood splatters all over the cabin. پائیک, پائک picks the man up with ease, and holds him towards me. “Now Ashley, آپ ARE going to suck this man dry. Because that’s what we do. Face it Ash, you’re a monster, and آپ always will be. The feeling is unbearable, but I continue to fight, still, the sight of the blood, gushing down his neck… I feel the warmth of it… The feeling overwhelms me, but I can’t turn away, I know the smell itself will drive me to madness. پائیک, پائک grins, and I hate him for what he’s doing. Before I realize it, I am biting into the man’s throat. I feel the taste of his blood as it goes down my throat. I black out, the اگلے thing I know, I am on the floor. I have blood all over my clothes. پائیک, پائک sits in a chair. “I buried him. Don’t worry, they’ll never find the body, یا should I say what’s left of it.” He says smiling. I shutter. پائیک, پائک stands. “C’mon. There’s something we have to do. Before we leave Albany.” I am in shock. “What?” پائیک, پائک smiles. “We’re going to kill someone that is a threat.” He says. “Then, if آپ still want out… I’ll let you.”
He says. I shutter, and blood continues to drip from my mouth.
CRYSTAL FALLS: OCTOBER 30,1995:
7:23 AM:
My memory ends. I know the اگلے part, and know it won’t be pleasant, but I know it’ll pop up sooner یا later. I decide not to go to the school. Harold’s safety if my prime concern. I have no idea how big a mistake I am making.
OCTOBER 30, 1995:
The sun rises over Crystal Falls; the chill of the autumn wind fills the air outside. Vampires hate the cold. As I ponder what to do, Danny lies asleep on the couch, still unconscious. The effects of my blood have taken a toll on him. I ponder whether to continue my investigation at the high-school. Doing so would put Harold at great risk. Yet, somehow I think پائیک, پائک has plans for the students. I look at the calendar. It is the thirtieth, the دن before Halloween. Halloween, the anniversary of the دن I made my first kill. I reminisce once مزید into my past.
ALBANY NEW YORK, OCTOBER 31, 1850:
It had been three weeks since I had left my father behind, I still think about him every day, but I know deep down that returning to Crystal Falls would put him in danger, not from Pike, but myself also. I have been filled with the same hunger I felt the دن I last saw him. Ordinarily, it would’ve taken months to get across the county, but پائیک, پائک had a super sonic speed that I learned I also had. As I wander the dirt roads of Albany, the cool autumn air fills my lungs. I am far مزید sensitive to the cold. This I had learned after my transformation. پائیک, پائک was out on a hunt. I have been able so far to feed off of animals, which I didn’t even kill, yet at the same time, I never seemed to be satisfied in my thirst. پائیک, پائک had told me that it would only be satisfied سے طرف کی human blood. Yet I had refrained from feeding on people, an achievement I am proud of, under the circumstances. But I knew, as پائیک, پائک had told me, it was inevitable that I would lose control. I just knew I would put it off as long as I could stand it. Yet, I had no idea how much longer it would be. پائیک, پائک returned earlier than usual to the کیبن we were residing in, and as soon as I saw his face, I knew he was excited, مزید so than usual. I had learned over the past three weeks the only thing that excited him was blood and death. He liked killing just for the sake of it. “Ash. I got آپ a present.” He said, grinning. “I don’t want any present آپ have to give.” I mutter. پائیک, پائک smiles. Just look outside.” Of course, I have already known what awaits me out there, and I hate پائیک, پائک for it. I can smell a dying man outside. He is young, in his twenties. I hear him gasping for breath. “I’m not going to do it.” I say. پائیک, پائک shrugs, and walks outside. Then, he does something surprising. Something that shocks even me. He brings in the young man, and I am shocked at what I see, his neck is ripped open, and he is barely alive. He will be dead soon. This I know. پائیک, پائک grins at me, and scoops up a pool of the man’s blood in his hand. پائیک, پائک holds the blood out towards my face. I am overwhelmed. I NEED it, but I have to resist it, it’s what he wants me to do. I suddenly begin to lose control, I feel my teeth growing larger. In a last ditch effort to keep control, I swat his hand away. Blood splatters all over the cabin. پائیک, پائک picks the man up with ease, and holds him towards me. “Now Ashley, آپ ARE going to suck this man dry. Because that’s what we do. Face it Ash, you’re a monster, and آپ always will be. The feeling is unbearable, but I continue to fight, still, the sight of the blood, gushing down his neck… I feel the warmth of it… The feeling overwhelms me, but I can’t turn away, I know the smell itself will drive me to madness. پائیک, پائک grins, and I hate him for what he’s doing. Before I realize it, I am biting into the man’s throat. I feel the taste of his blood as it goes down my throat. I black out, the اگلے thing I know, I am on the floor. I have blood all over my clothes. پائیک, پائک sits in a chair. “I buried him. Don’t worry, they’ll never find the body, یا should I say what’s left of it.” He says smiling. I shutter. پائیک, پائک stands. “C’mon. There’s something we have to do. Before we leave Albany.” I am in shock. “What?” پائیک, پائک smiles. “We’re going to kill someone that is a threat.” He says. “Then, if آپ still want out… I’ll let you.”
He says. I shutter, and blood continues to drip from my mouth.
CRYSTAL FALLS: OCTOBER 30,1995:
7:23 AM:
My memory ends. I know the اگلے part, and know it won’t be pleasant, but I know it’ll pop up sooner یا later. I decide not to go to the school. Harold’s safety if my prime concern. I have no idea how big a mistake I am making.
First off, to those of آپ that know me, I haven't گیا کیا پوسٹ at all in awhile, I'm aware my "Nightfall" series hasn't been updated for those of آپ that liked it, but since school started back, I have had hardly any time to write anything. I WILL get back to posting on "Nightfall" if anything else for the sake of completion. But I also discovered the marvolous "Fallout" series a few months back, and decided to try to make a novel out of it. For those of آپ not familiar with the series, "Fallout" is a series of games set in a post-apocyloptic future, and finds a custom made protagonist made customly سے طرف کی the player dealing with life in the now wastelandic USA. My story is loosely based off "Fallout 3" but with major differences along the way, so the story is original in that aspect. If آپ guys will read the story, I will make it as adaptable as I can for those who are not familiar with it. Please leave comments, so I know whether یا not I should post it. Thank you. -AdamK
Your دل is sore, crippled up like paper.
Your voice is weak, barely passing سے طرف کی you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
آپ are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times آپ told everything-
It was a lie, I love آپ became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. آپ probably cannot اقدام away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.
Your voice is weak, barely passing سے طرف کی you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
آپ are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times آپ told everything-
It was a lie, I love آپ became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. آپ probably cannot اقدام away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.