The Shadow's Figment

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I really don’t keep a journal, so I decided to keep a fictitious journal of a character that I created. Hope that all of you get some enjoyment.

 

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The 21st Day Of February In The Blood Year 20,032

(21 February 2004)

 

Hello. I am Sombra Muerte, and I wish I were dead.

 

Please know that as I say this that every mortal fiber once existing in me is already dead, for I am a vampire. Some of you might wonder why I would wish myself out of the grasp of immortality, or why I would shun such a wondrous gift. Immortality is a damning curse bestowed upon my father, my father's father and every previous generation of my kind going back to the first. I call him Caine, while others call him Khayyin or Utanapishtim.

 

I have been immortal for a mere blink of an eye (364 years to be exact) and I already find the loneliness unbearable. I spend my days (you mortals would know them as nights, since sunlight has a most painful effect upon us) in a routine seeming to me to have been going on forever. I awake, dress myself, leave my abode going out amongst the shadows of the night, and return before daybreak to slumber in the darkness that is my life.

 

When I was younger, I used to enjoy the hunt. Now, I do not hunt. I find no purpose in it. I expend no blood, therefore I need no blood. Only when I use my vampiric abilities do I need the kiss of vitae to sustain me.

 

More recently, to add spice to my miserable pattern, I made the choice to find an occupation. Something at night, to fill in the hours lacking from the hunt. I made the decision to work at an all night department store. I must confess to you that I like watching people, especially couples who are very much in love (for love is a luxury not easily found within the society of the immortal). I find people to be very interesting, especially their mannerisms and little quirks. It was at my newest hobby that I found her.

 

She, whose name I have not asked, walked in toward the middle of the day (around 11:30 pm) last Thursday. She, with her raven hair, dark complexion and even darker eyes took my breath away (not that I actually have to breathe, but It does help me blend in a little easier). When she strolled down my aisle of cereals and other grains, she said, "Hello" with the sweetest of voices. As she left, I noticed her look over her shoulder and smile a bit (in my direction) before checking out and leaving.

 

I wonder if she could be the distraction from immortality that I need?

 

Well the day is about to end, and the sun about to arise. I bid you adieu. Until the next time.

 

Signed,

Sombra Muerte De La Sangre

[crewmangreene 0]

this is a great idea blak! !!!!

[jaina27 0]

I wonder if I should start a fictitious log...doubt it would be as good as this though. Good job shadowfigment!!

 

 

 

Jaina

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Go for it Jaina... Fictitious logs can be just as fun as real ones.

 

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The 22nd Day Of February In The Blood Year 20,032

(22 February 2004)

 

Hello to you, the reader of my confessions.

 

Today I awoke with a new approach on life, as I could not stop thinking about my midnight beauty. As I dressed for my shift at the department store, she was in my every thought. With this mortal, I know I must be cautious. A distraction of this magnitude could prove to be dangerous for a being like myself.

 

As I arrived at my meaningful hobby, and was clocking in, I noticed my raven-haired diversion. I also observed that she was with a tall man, with sandy hair and rugged features. He looked to be her age, approximately 28 years, give or take. They were in a shoulder embrace as they walked though the store picking up items. Watching them I could feel the warmth leave my body and the color leave my skin (forcing blood to the capilaries in the skin is a little trick that helps me to appear more of the human persuasion). It appeared that my diversion had an amusement of her own. Feeling ill, I talked to my supervisor and left.

 

Driving home, I felt rage seethe through my deceased body. My cold, lifeless heart raged. I could feel myself loosing control. I wanted her to fall in love with me, not someone else. I immediately pulled my car over and parked it on a side street overlooking a park. Getting out of my car, I knew I was going to hunt.

 

Using the last bit of power remaining in my blood, I turned my form from that of a man into that of shadow and waited beside a Elm tree near the sidewalk. It was not long until a short, red-headed adult man came walking alone, along the sidewalk. As he walked briskly past the spot I occupied, I re-materialized my hand and grabbed his neck and mouth. He was so surprised by my unseen presence that he had no time to scream. As I sank my stiletto teeth into his warm jugular and consumed his precious vitae, I could feel my rage subsiding and his life waning. I pulled my fangs out of his neck and delicately licked the wound (making the bite marks disappear, a necessity for keeping my kind hidden from the living world).

 

I left the man (who was unconscious and most definitely in shock) lying beside the tree. He would eventually awake groggy, with a huge headache but have lasting effect from my meal. For those of you who believe that the bite of our kind precipitates the turning of a mortal into a vampire, let me be the first to inform you that this is not the case. The process is a little more complex.

 

As I walked back to the car, I no longer thought about the magnificent creation that walked my store. I thought of nothing more than getting back home and waiting for a brand new day. Maybe tomorrow’s events will bring me a different distraction to keep the time in my never ending life.

 

The day is about to end, and the sun about to arise. Until the next confession, I bid you all adieu.

 

Sombra Muerte De La Sangre