=============================================================================== || T.Y.M.E. - Twisted Young Minds Expand || # 37, by vYrus || 12/17/94 || =============================================================================== This text is the first chapter after the text, Chronicles: Prologue. This is the story of a vampire who is writing this book in order to inform, and warn mortals of others of his kind. The story is set in 1764, before the New England colonies became what we know now as the United States. The story begins after the French and Indian war. Our friend had been abducted the night before by a powerful vampire. She tried to kill him but did not succeed. The story continues now with Chapter I. Previous text: Chronicles, Prologue CHRONICLES Chapter I: Beginning I remember, I remember, I remember,... nothing. She left me here, she left me here to die. Oh, god. When will the pain stop. But it doesn't, the pain increases. Oh shit, I thought, I'm going to die. I felt my soul slipping away forever into the darkness of the night. I'm lost, lost in my own pain, and I can't find the way back from where I came. Finally, the pain too intense, I passed out amongst the tombstones, and the eternally resting. From that moment on, I was damned to hell. I remember waking up, I believe it was a few hours later, the sun began to creep over the eastern hills. Blessing the day with warmth and light. Warmth and light I was now not worthy to be a part of. I felt parts of my body burning. I looked down at where the sun was striking my skin and noticed that parts of my skin were starting to burn. I quickly ran out of the sunlight and into an open tomb. The burning sensation still lingering in my flesh. I stayed there, in that smelly old tomb, lying upon a cold, stone coffin, pondering what had just happened. It was insane, suddenly I just started burning. There were no fires around, and I didn't notice anyone near me. Although the only parts of my body that felt as if they were burning, was the areas of my skin that were in the sunlight. I thought back to the events of the night before. For some reason I could vaguely remember any nights before that. I started to panic. I was shaking and sweating heavily. And I wanted to scream, but could not. I laid there, futilely telling myself that everything will be alright, everything will be alright. No, everything is not alright. What happened last night?!? Why can't I remember anything?!? Why the fuck am I laying in a tomb?!? I kept asking myself such questions but strangely enough got no answers. I became drowsy and fell asleep. Waking up, I found that it was night. It was also raining much harder than the night before. I also remember that I had no dreams. I walked out of the cemetery, and into town. I walked into the colonial taverne and ordered a drink. The stench of alcohol was overwhelming, I looked around and saw old friends who had now forgotten who I was. People looked as they should, but, didn't. The walls seemed to move but stayed the same. Not wanting to draw attention to myself I said nothing and acted as if everything were normal. I have went to this taverne every night since I was twelve years-old, and for some reason that I did not know, everything and everybody seemed so different, but yet stayed the same. I am not able to describe it in more detail. The bartender brought me my drink, I looked around again, as if in a dream, and tipped my glass back. I spit it out onto the floor. The taste so disgusting and the smell so putrid, it made my stomach turn. This is my favorite drink! But something made me spew it out onto the floor as if it were swill. "What are you coming in here for sir!?!", roared the bartender, "If you are just going to spew out my liquor as if it were horse piss!?!" "Well perhaps if you didn't get your liquor from the urine of your horses sir, I might not be forced to spew it out." I shot back. The bartender staring at me in disbelief, punched me in the face. I didn't feel the pain, nor the blow itself. The bartender then hunched over and started howling in pain, clutching his hand to his body. "Get the hell out of my taverne!" He screamed at me. Some of the other bar patrons around me started to move towards me with their pistols and daggers quite clear enough for me to see. I ran past them, knocking over whoever happened to be in my path. They proceeded to chase after me, but only followed me a few blocks until they gave up their pursuit. I ran out into an alleyway and sat down amongst the mud and rain. The taste of the liquor still lingering in my mouth. I looked to my left and noticed three poorly clothed old men with liquor bottles in each of their hands. I studied them more and more, and a sick thirst darkened my mind. An appetite I had never known before. I realized that I desired their blood. I walked over to one of them. "Hello sir!", I said with a joyous tone in my voice, "Nice weather wouldn't you say?" The old man looked back up at me as if I were insane. "What in blazes are you talking about young man?", he said, "Its pouring rain!" I couldn't argue with him on that point. Stupid question. "How true, sir.", I said back to him, trying to maintain my joyous voice, "But still, shouldn't we give thanks for all that we have?" He shifted around so he could get a better look at me. "Are you tipsy young man?", he said, "What makes you so damned joyful?" I decided not to carry on the conversation any longer, and the old man noticing this, moved away and laid down. I stared at his neck, it was enticing me, inviting me, calling me. No, I thought to myself, still struggling with the idea of actually killing him to taste his blood. I am not going to kill this poor man just to satisfy this ugly thirst. But the hunger growing more intense, making me salivate. I walked over to him. Reached down, picked him up by the neck of his tattered coat, and bit into his flesh. The sweet taste flowed into my mouth, making me want more. I then tore his head off of his body, and drained the corpse of all it had left. I dropped the now lifeless body, in a daze, and looked around me. The two other old homeless men were staring at me in disbelief. I took a step towards them, not still grasping what I had just done. They took off from where they were sitting, screaming down the alleyway, into the black night. I sat down next to the corpse of the old man. I took off his coat and put it on. The shock wore off and soon I felt like I had never felt before in my life. I felt, satisfied, almost euphoric. I felt more content than I could have ever imagined. Walking back to the taverne, I soon forgot about the old man. Some of the bar patrons who pursued me not too long ago were standing at the entrance of the taverne. They quickly realized who I was and began walking towards me, one even had his pistol cocked and ready to fire. I stopped moving towards them, and they did the same. "So you whining dog, do you think you are going to come back in here and vandalize this place again." Asked the one with the pistol. "I don't know," I replied, "perhaps this time I should spit down your throat." "Watch what you say sir," he shot back, "or you might find yourself with a hole in your head." One of the men beside him drew his knife. "Or a dagger in your breast." the other man added. "How about your mother's breast?" I replied. "Arrogant whelp!" he shouted. The man with the pistol fired, the bullet tearing through my shoulder. I staggered back, wincing at the pain. I glanced over at the hole in my flesh and noticed that the hole started closing up. The pain gone I looked back at the man with the pistol. "Care to shoot again?" I asked with a smile on my face. "This cannot be true!" he shouted, firing again. And again the same thing happened. I grew tired of this and walked over to where he was standing. The other two running away down the street. "You are not mortal sir!", he screamed at me, "You are the devil himself!" I paid no attention to what he was saying and took the pistol from his hand and shot him in the head. His body slumped to the ground. I dropped the pistol on him and stepped into the taverne. The bartender did not notice me enter, so I walked up the stairs to the balcony and took the nearest whore by the hand. "And what do you want sir?", she said to me smiling. "Why don't we go and find out madam?", I replied smiling also. "You know sir, that people such as myself don't offer anything unless there is some benefit for our services.", she said still smiling. I checked the jacket that I had taken from the corpse of the old man and found a good sum of change. I handed her a few coins and she proceeded to show me to one of the rooms. She wasn't homely, although she wasn't that beautiful either. She looked like she was older than myself. About maybe in her forties. But that didn't matter to me. I was feeling quite good and wanted only her body, not her face, or her age. She laid me down upon the bed in the small room and went to close and lock the door. I took my new jacket off and deposited it along side me. She turned around and sauntered over to me. With a grin on her face she started to undress me. After she was finished I unclothed her and I started to kiss her body. She began moaning and whimpering like a child. I sucked on her breast and she became louder. Although the sound of the taverne below drowned much of the sound of her voice. I moved up on her body, caressing as I went. And then started to kiss her. I fondled her breasts for awhile, as we kissed for what seemed like hours. Her skin was so warm and the repeated moaning began to excite me more. I heard the sound of her heart beating rapidly in her chest. I became thirsty again. Darkening my soul and my thoughts, the hunger returned. Still kissing her, I bit into her sweet flesh. She must not have noticed at first for she still whimpered. But, she felt her blood trickling down her cheek and pulled away. She wiped her mouth with her hand and found her blood smeared across it. She started to scream the word 'Nosferatu' over and over again. I grabbed onto her, and she tried to break away from my grasp. Like a mouse trying to free itself from the steel trap, knowing fully well that its going to die. The feeling of euphoria came back even stronger. The trance becoming even more potent. I got off of the bed and stood up, looking down at her I saw the look of terror on her face. The predator, and the prey I thought. And I remembered the night before in the cemetery, when the vampire tried to drain me of my life as I was doing to this woman. The feelings of euphoria left. They were replaced with hatred and loathing, and then fear. Fear for what I now knew I had become. Fear for what I had just done. Fear for what was going to happen. The woman started screaming even louder. I panicked and ran over to her desperately trying to calm her, but with no luck. She grew more frantic. I attempted to think of ways to make her silent, and only one thought came to mind. I reached around her head with my arms, and twisted her neck. I heard a sickening crunch, and felt her body grow limp in my arms. I dropped her lifeless body onto the floor, the blood still trickling from her mouth made a small puddle on the floor and I observed myself in it, staring right back at me with the same look of panic and disbelief. I grew even more alarmed, and it was hard to put my clothing back on. People's voices grew louder, and they began approaching the room. I heard the clomping of boots running up the stairway. The bartender was banging on the door and yelling, he started to unlock the door. I ran over to the window, took one look back at the naked corpse on the floor, and jumped. I didn't even realize what I was doing until I hit the ground. I felt no pain as I got up and ran. I ran back towards the cemetery and found the tomb I had slept in earlier that day. Exhausted, I laid down upon the stone coffin once more. I don't know how long I laid there thinking about what had just happened, until I heard footsteps coming towards me. I sat up, frantic, and having delusions that people were after me I looked around for the source of the noise. And then in the doorway of the tomb, she stood. I remembered her face clearly and in every detail. The same blue eyes, the same velvet skin. The figure in the doorway was the vampire from the night before. End of Chapter I, Beginning. 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