Post by x___acrossthemoor on Feb 23, 2009 18:59:07 GMT -6
(you're back, you're back, i knew you'd come back) Oh yes, once again he stood on the forefront of Astrius, the city amoung citys. "And may the streets be paved with gold," the vampire muttered bitterly to himself, swaying a bit. It was early in the night, still, the sun not fully down, and yet, he already was at such a state of blithingly horrid drunkedness that he could barely stand up. (boy, oh boy, don't lie you haven't even gotten STARTED yet.)
Yes, the night was still young, and as he traveled ever more slowly into the town, he knew that much of the adventure still lie ahead. The bottle that still clung in his hand slipped out of his fingers, clashing down beside him. He regarded it with a bit of a shrug, (oh heh, well, heh, your friend is gone, now, who will you spend it with?) [/i]He knew where he would though, he had travled that path many time before, when he had lived in this town.
(who will you infect to night, brother? who will haunt your dreams of guilt tonight? you know, just know that you are dying to taste fresh blood, oh how long you have denied yourself of it. how long you tried to limit your prescence because of her. and you know what, you know WHAT? it did you no good. you just arrived back as fast as could be to press your lips agaisnt another, you cheating soul. how to you expect to find her, when all you do it go with others? you'll spend the night with some whore, undoubtedly, but you'll never spend it with her again.)
"Oh, no no," he purred to himself, stopping completely in the deserted road, "I don't care for her anymore, she was just a fignment of my imagination, or, if anything, something of my long forgotten life, but now, oh yes, now Verlaine starts anew. That's why I'm here, everytime I move, everytime my life changes she fades a bit more." [/color]But she didn't, he knew that, her gorgeous face still stood in his mind so clearly.
And all the rouged women with there breasts pushing out of their low laced red dresses would no change it. (that never stopped you before, son.) But by denying them, it accomplished nothing, only slowly the slow, craving urge to touch and feel and taste the soft, tender flesh of women. And how he loved them (how you loved to love lana and now what? now what, you bastard? you'll never ever ever get her back now),
He had, many times, committed sins of the flesh, but what harm was he doing them? Vampires lived longer, luxorious lives, if you knew where to find them. No, to be practically immortal, the man figured, was good enough of an excuse to feed his hunger. (oh but you should have died long ago, a man like you should never be immortal).
There were soe many times, though, that he pined for the women, that he stared in the pained eyes of another with their blood dripping nicely from his mouth and dreamt of his one true women. She would walk the nights again with him, someday, and he'd make sure to live to see it. Because, of course, for a vampire, he was still very young.
(but she'll never come back)
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