He watched the world move in slow motion, from his vantage point he could hear all of Gods creations, and the destruction of those such things that make him glad for his eternal rest. He watches as men are murdered for a piece of change that would be spent on nothing more than drugs or beer, just that one minute when the person can leave their life here on earth and visit heaven or some other place where he can feel, just for a split second that euphoria that comes with not feeling anything, no pain or sorrow. 1
He will continue to try to find an escape, some avenue which he has yet to take, to leave his world behind and visit those worlds which he has only dreamed about, repeatedly for most of his life. 2
As the man, or as close as you could come to a man, watched the destruction of the mind his last pity for the prey in which he hunted ebbed and only a passing remembrance of what it once was seeped out of his conscious only to be replaced conviction, that if his prey felt more humanitarian for each other maybe, just maybe, he would have that guilt that he once had, but no more. 3
As he lay in his coffin in the deepest darkest part of the grave yard he started to awaken from his eternal sleep, and now he would become the hunter, once again. He rose like that of a man not quite sure if this was the right time to arise from his blissful sleep, and slowly, ever so slowly, left his coffin and the graveyard that had been his home for the last century. He walked into the night, his steps faulting as he regained the use of his legs, and serched, quite ferocously, for the person who would become his first victim, the one who would quench his ravenous need to feed on the blood of a mortal. 4
He could smell the warm blood of a woman, amid all that in which had gone bad. It was warm and flowing free. His senses were intuned to this women he could here the way her blood circulated, freely and without hindrance dipicting of a lack of sickness which defined her as a well worthy meal for his first one in centuries. 5
And so began his hunt.6
First installment of many.7
Please do read the others, it will be well worth the time.8
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Comments
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Anne Rice move over because you're got some competition. This is a great start. Are you working on a vampire novel? I too have a Vampyre poem which is kind of short but a fun read. Well done!
M- -
Another vampire fanatic, I see... I would implore you to read some of my stories since I have several about vampires... but they're not that good, so do whatever you want.
Your story, however, is really starting out good. I'll definatley keep up with it because every author has a different and unique perception of vampires and their nightly hunt for food.
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pretty good, keep it up. I liked the flow to it, read some of mine sometime if you want.


