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|| T.Y.M.E. - Twisted Young minds Expand || #36 by Krowe || 11/26/94 ||
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This is the beginning of what I'm going to make an ongoing project.
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It is the story of a vampire, he is writing a book about his life in the
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hopes that someone will read and understand, and be warned. He hopes that
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someone will learn the lesson that he has lived. I plan on ulpoading all
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chapters, until completion, to TYME.
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CHRONICLES
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(inspired by Anne Rice's 'Interview with the Vampire, the vampire chronicles)
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Prologue
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It all started, well, a few centuries ago. This may sound like the rantings
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of a madman, but, what I say is true. It was 1764. I write this manuscript
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in hopes that someone, will read and learn about my life. I have not told
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anyone about my life, perhaps it is best that you be the first. It wasn't
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easy, nor was it by choice, it just,...... happened.
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As I said before, it was 1764, Parliament in Britain was attempting to collect
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a series of different taxes to ease the debt of the French and Indian war. I
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wandered the streets, homeless, a thief, and I knew no friends. The sky had
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opened up and wept on the city that night. I was cold and extremely hungry.
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The most food I could find was the rats that scurried by, trying desperately
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to find a shelter from the torrents of rain. Ever eat rats? I don't
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reccomend it. Aside from them trying to bite you while you rip its flesh
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from its body with your teeth, and the scratching that caused my face to
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reveal blood,...... maybe that was what had attracted her to me that night,
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but we are not to that part of the story yet.
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I was searching for a place to hide myself from the rain, I happened upon the
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cemetery, I passed through it, perhaps for an old tomb to sleep in that night.
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But, I found none, besides, the cemetery seemed much more cold and alone than
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the world outside of it. As I was walking, I kept feeling the passing of eyes
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over me. Like I was being looked upon from far away, but yet so very near.
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The statues of saints and angels seemed to be staring at me, weeping for what
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was to occur, praying for my blackened soul. I turned around and started to
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walk towards the way I came, the cemetery gate seeming much farther than it
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was when I entered through it. Walking further, I heard sounds unlike I had
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ever heard before, they raced my heart, instilling fear, and making me very
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frightened for my life. The feelings grew with every step towards the gate.
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I couldn't help the thought of some ghoul or corpse springing from its grave
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and snatching my body, carrying me off with them to feed upon my flesh. My
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heart started beating so swiftly I was afraid the blood would burst from my
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body. And then, something did make me want to run, but back towards the
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cemetery.
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At the gates of the rotting cemetery, I saw a figure clad in all black,
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motionless all except for the wind whipping through its clothes. The
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clothing looked of a very wealthy nature, and surprisingly seemed dry and
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immune to the rain, compared to my drenched rags. I looked closer and found
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that the figure, was a woman. One of the most beautiful women I had ever
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seen, more beautiful than any whore I might pay for at any drinking halls,
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more beautiful than any goddess, more beautiful than the moonlight, and the
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sunrise. I was so taken by the beauty of this woman that I hadn't noticed
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that she had moved from where she was to my side, until I felt her voice upon
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my ears.
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"Hello", she whispered into my ear.
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I attempted to scream but it was choked back by overwhelming fear.
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"Don't be frightened of me," she said, "I've come to fulfil all your wishes
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and dreams."
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Her voice was like the laughing of new born infants. She smelled of the
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finest perfume. And her eyes reminded me of the bluest crystal.
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She laid me down upon a grave, the wet ground sent a chill up my back, but
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somehow it did'nt matter to me.
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"Have you ever made love to a woman?", she asked.
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"Yes", was my half choked reply.
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"No," she replied sharply, but still retaining the sweet tone of a million
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angels, "Have you ever made love to a real woman, not one of those bundles
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of flesh and sweat you pay for at whorehouses. I'm speaking of a real woman,
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who entices you, one who beckons to your heart, who pulls at your soul with
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fear and instills submission. But still you are attracted to her like a child
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to its mother."
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"I suppose not.", I said to her, still attempting to break free of the spell
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she cast upon me with her eyes. But still I wanted to be with her. To taste
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her voice, to feel her skin.
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"Well then.", she whispered to me. She smiled sweetly and then we proceeded
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to kiss.
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The kiss was like no other I have ever tasted. Awash in euphoria, succumbed
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by ecstasy. More pleasurable than the new fallen snow, more sastisfying than
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any amount of sexual pleasure.
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Then the taste turned sour, the thrill gone and shattered, replaced only by
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pain, cold, bitter, and unforgivable pain. I then realized that she was
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biting into my flesh. I tasted my own blood trickling down my throat, mixing
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with the agony and suffering I was enduring. Frantically I tried to shove her
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away, but she did not move.
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No, I was not going to let this happen, the thought raced through my minder
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quicker than the breeze that chilled my skin. Somehow I found the strength
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to react, and crushed my teeth into her tongue. I tasted her blood flowing
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from her mouth into mine, mixing with my soul, damning me to eternity. She
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broke away with a shriek, the voice of the angel was now gone, instead replace
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by the howling of demons. She shrieked at the fact that I had raped her as
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she tried to do to me. As quickly as Iooked up, she was gone. The lonely
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sound of the night crept in around me. Everything was silent, except for the
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sound of the rain, and the accelerated beating of my own heart. I lay on the
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grave, sill tasting her death, and her regretless soul. If she possessed one.
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Like a disease, I felt colder, my heart started to slow and the pain started
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to increase. I screamed out into the night, the pain so intense I prayed for
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death.
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Maybe I should have let her kill me, for I knew not the magnitude of suffering
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the centuries would carry. I now wish I would have submitted, for now, all is
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lost, and the memories return.
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This is the end of the prologue, please write me and tell me what you think.
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|| Look for T.Y.M.E. on any of the follwing boards: (and get them all! =] ||
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|| Exodus BBS....................(707)935-6867.............Distro Site.... ||
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|| Total Anarchy BBS.............(707)257-7208.............Distro Site.... ||
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|| Leave comments, death threats, ideas, bitchings to vYrus@community.net ||
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|| 'Life is an Illusion, Death is Reality' ||
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