The Hate Room

I hated it. That room; It always had this eerie feeling to it that no mortal could possibly begin to describe. But I, as a young fledgling Vampire, understood the feeling more so, than that of any who walked the earth. They called it, "The Hate Room", where many were lured to, and never seen again. But, I know what you're thinking... "Where was this... Hate Room?" or, "Why were they never seen again?". Well,... Be patient, my love... I'm getting to that part. 1

It may seem as though the tales were true about said, "Hate Room", and people, mortal and immortal alike avoided it. They could not know the feeling unless inside of the "Hate Room". I alone escaped it. Torture devices? No. Nothing so pitifal and mistaken for "Scary" or "Painful" as you might say. Oh, my dear, for me, those words are like Comic relief after a hard days work. 2

My name is, Sabian Arlestra and I am 217 years old,... And I will tell you about the Hate Room. I alone, am the only one, from which you may get this foul information. But be kind... It is hard, I've discovered, for me to talk about such a great deal that's happened in my short years. I suppose, I should get started by telling you, the day, the month, and the year... And that of my horrible master, whom I killed in later years, for he is the one, that nearly brought me my demise in The Hate Room. 3

It was 1789, a year that had infact been horrid for me. My family had been murdered by six hooded figures, as I layed, quivvering in my bed, un-aware of the cold,... Only of my mother's helpless cries to the night. It seemed they wanted me, for I lived. My master, whom they called "Bloodwolf", was a horrid looking man, yet attractive in every way imaginable. Still I was frightened of him and understood, that if I made any mistake he'd take not two moments to take my life. I lived in fear of him just as I did my father. 4

It was warm outside... And the sun was setting just behind the hills. It was now my turn to say goodbye to light forever,... And as I watched it leave the sky... I longed for my mother's embrace, and warm, soft hands that always were so gentle when I needed it. I craved the sunlight when it fell to the other side of the world. I had only hoped, that on the other side, someone was just like me... Waiting for their life to end. Or.. Waiting for the start of a new one.5