Kat On Being A Vampire<3
I prey on the weak and helpless. The ones who don't seem to matter. The people who are at the bottom of the society. People who have no family to worry about if they live or die. They range from homeless that sleep on the filthy streets to the whores that work them. I prey on these people because if they turn up missing, then there is no one to care. If I were to take the blood from the ritch and important, I would be sure to be discovered. People would find out, it would get press coverage then all my people would be in danger.
Their blood dosen't taste all too great either. It's rather revolting. It's the most awful taste you could ever imagine. It's full of deseases and dirt. Filthy, grimy blood with an god awful taste. How I long for sweet, fresh, clean blood. Something to saticfy my thirst. I crave the taste of the sofisticated blood. Does that make me a bad person? The fact that I would risk my people's existance for one decent human's blood? I't a selfish wish, but it will be something that I will always eternaly long for the sweet taste filling my mouth.
I also dispise the reched s**t. Everytime I have a craving it reminds me of what a monster I have become. Killing people to live. What will happen when the food supply runs out? We will all be screwed to hell. We will eventually die, again.
Kat On Her First Victem
I remember standing over the homeless old woman's lifeless body. I tried to comprehend what had happened. Why was I like this? How did I become this beast that feeds on the living's blood? Was it a dream?
All these questions rnning through my head, bearly giving me anytime to think. All at once, the questions came down on me. Pressing down on me as if to break my cold, fragial body. All I could do was stand over her body, stairing at what i had become.
I wanted to move, but my feet were planted. My mind was telling me to run, but my feet refused. I must have been frozen with disbeliefe. Suddenly, a big bang in an allway. Someone was comming. I couldn't let them find me here with her blood stained on my face. Should I leave the body? I didn't have time to debate. I began running in the opposite direction of the noise. I ran as far and as fast as I could.I ran until my legs were threating me they would fall right off my body. I ran until I had reached the top of my road with the city far behind me.
At teh top of my road, I stopped to catch my breath. I panted so hard I had a head ach. My chest fealt as if it were going to explode. I finally caught my breath and began to walk home.
It had tunred into a chilly night. I now wish that I had grabbed my jaket before leaving. I was now cold, tired, and paranoied. I kept looking over my sholder, as if someone was fallowing me. I couldn't get the image of the pail, old, homeless woman's blood drained body out of my head. It was etched in my brain. It wouldn't leave me alone. It was an image, I knew, I wouldn't forget.
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