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When will my public service be done. I am so tired of this hellish existence., tired of the countless centuries I have been tracking, hunting, and killing them. If I had of known, what that old man was offering that night I would have told him to take along walk on a short pier. That doesn’t matter now. This is my life, and I will deal with it for all eternity, or at least till all of those blood sucking monsters are dead. Who am I kidding. I am the only one tough enough to match even the weakest of the undead, an on ordinary man doesn’t have a snow balls chance in hell to stand up to this evil. The moon illuminates the night and I scan the open field, looking for signs of any movement. I caught the scent of wet dog about 200 miles up the road, and I tracked it all the way back here. Somewhere in this area, a beast lurking, waiting to attack anyone who crosses its path. It’s the only way the animal knows how to behave., and its not entirely its fault. It is in its nature, the unquenchable lust for the blood of ignorant victims, but so do I. And the smell of the monsters scent intoxicates me. Closer now, just within ear shot, about 100 yards away. It doesn’t know that I am here, but soon my presence will become apparent. I ease out of my hiding place and already I can feel the change. My spine shifts and contorts, the fangs rip through my jaw, my ribs break and reshape, my upward stride towards the animals location quickly shifts into a fierce gallop as I become what I was commissioned to destroy. Soon I am face to face with a fierce predator with the vicious blood lust that matches my own…………………..
Do not judge others by there appearance, only judge them by their deeds.
Judge them by the mindframe, wants and needs.
Whats right and wrong and what should belong are the markers on a quest, a bird in flights sad song, must find the strength to be alone,
for it is the only way to rest.
Blessed is the one whos light shines bright.
Damaged is the one who fights their own life.
Keep your enemies at arms length, and embrace a loyal friend.
For dark and twisted, vein and wicked are the thoughts of evil men.
Chinese water torture pales in comparison to the second hand ticking away, hurdling over milliseconds on its 60 count journey.
Tick, Tick, Tick drums on in my ears, then echoes like a church bell in an opera house. Twelve minutes past our arranged meeting time, and still no knock on my front door.
The anxiety brought on by this unprecedented delay,tightens and twists my insides, causing me to throw my nerve wracked body against the wall.
Thoughts of betrayal and conspiracy gather behind my searching eyes, as I look out the window, pacing back and forth, to and fro, again again and once more, searching for the arrival of the missing piece to a pre arranged appointment.
The phone is cold, lifeless and heavy in my hand, as I bring the already ringing technology to my ear. No answer. Why, is this happening i wonder in sweat drenched panic.
Where is my dang pizza. I ordered like a thousand hours ago.
I'm Starving!
