Where the Sun Don't Shine: Chapter Two

I walked briskly among the many people of the night. I smelled the aroma of the different flavors that i was walking amongst. Tourist attractions are always the best place to get a good meal without having to go too far. The food comes to you. As i browsed the menu a woman caught my eye. Could it be? No it couldn't. I had killed her many years ago. There was no way it could be her. Still, i followed my instinct and her scent. It brought me to an italian restaurant. She stood outside pondering if she should go inside. The stench of garlic filled my nose. I gagged and she noticed me. She turned around and said, "Oh my god are you alright?"
"Yes" i replied, "I'm fine" She noticed before i did that my fangs had been exposed.
"Oh my god" she said under her breath as i walked up to her. I smiled. She looked up in my eyes and said, "You're like Edward!" I stopped. Was she already the mistress of another vampire? She looked at me and said, "Do you sparkle in the sun like him?" Whoever this mysterious Edward was, he couldn't be a vampire. I feasted on her blood. It tasted like ignorance. I did what i hadn't done since I'd first been turned. I feasted so ravishly that I received a high from it. The world spun as I stumbled back towards my apartment. Hopefully I would make it before the sun rose. I saw her face everywhere i went and it enraged me. I remember how juvenile I had been. It had been before i had become what i was. She was my first love. Sienna had been her name. It had been three years of innocence that I had spent with her. And it changed one night when she came into the house with blood all over her clothes. I cleaned her up and noticed two bite marks on the side of her neck and blood stains on her teeth. When she finally awoke at dawn the next day she screamed and slept under the bed for the remainder of the day. Then, that night when i had gone to give her a meal she attacked me. She slammed me into the walls with a strength I had never felt before. She had the most hideous fangs and her beauty was gone with this beast that was now in front of me. She bit me and my arms and legs would not work. I chose to do the only thing i could, bite her back. I bit into her and her blood spilled into my mouth and she screamed. I was able to move my arms and legs again when she let go and i kicked her off of me and ran out of the house. She ran.....no flew after me faster than anything i'd ever seen. I ran as fast as i could while throwing things behind me and got out of the house by jumping through a window. I ran to the church to find help from this beast of Satan. I didn't quite make it that far but i managed to make it to the cemetary. I saw a wooden cross sticking out of the ground of a nearby grave and broke it off of it's root piece. I stabbed her with it and she screamed. She backhanded me and i flew into the gate of the cemetary. She flew towards me and i grabbed her and slammed her onto the sharp rail of the gate. I saw a priest running toward me holding a knife. He threw me a metal cross and i caught it. "Hold it facing her, my son!" He yelled. I did as he told me and he ran up to her with the knife and beheaded her. I thanked him for saving my life. Little did i know that this man would become my worthiest foe. But that's a story for another time. I said my goodbye to the priest and started to walk back towards my home. I looked down at my hands and saw one of them was covered in blisters. The one that had been holding the cross. The memory faded away as I arrived at the apartment complex, I walked up to the apartment and through the front door where i saw a young man i had taken in on the couch. "Fuck man, it's like four in the morning and you're barely coming home?"
"Dawn's about to break. Came home as fast as i could. You know i hate daytime. The day hides the real action. All of the good sins happen at night."
"Yeah, yeah whatever." I walked to my room and quietly closed the door. I wondered if my actions seemed to arouse the interests of anyone else besides the Zach boy. If the girl, Becky, as she liked to be called or her cousin had noticed his strange habits. No, it didn't seem like they did. Becky always called him the wrong name though. One day he'd correct her. Vito, dear, not Bido. Bido sounds like a dog. I, am a beast.

Update.

So 11 years and Villain's and Vigilante's are still a go and i will be writing them.

Forks and Spoons still needs a little research on my part. I want to make it good.

Now the two new roommate stories, I don't want to continue writing them until i have titles. I was just about to post the second chapter of the vampire one but the lack of a title annoys me. Help me out!

Holiday Voices: Chapter One

Zach Holiday woke up with a start. He looked around to make sure he was ok. He looked up and the doorway and saw his nocturnal roommate coming in the front door. "Fuck man, it's like four in the morning and you're barely coming home?" "Dawn's about to break. Came home as fast as i could. You know i hate daytime. The day hides the real action. All of the good sins happen at night." "Yeah, yeah whatever." His roommate walked into his room and quietly closed the door. Zach stood up, his back ached from sleeping on the couch. He walked over to the fridge and opened it and looked inside. Then he closed the door and looked in the freezer. Then he looked back in the fridge. He mumbled to himself, "....four fuckin people in this house and not one of us buys any food..." He walked sleepily back to the couch and yawned then he went to sleep. When he woke up in the morning he was on the ground behind the couch and wearing his shoes which had mud all over them. He looked towards the front door and saw muddy footsteps leading up to where he was currently laying. "Ah shit!" he yelled as he jumped up. He took off his shoes and went and grabbed the swiffer he had bought last week. It didn't help with the mud, all he managed to do was just kind of spread it all over the floor. He grabbed a towel and wet it and wiped up all the mud. He sat there relieved that none of his roommates had seen the mud all over the floor. "Fuck, it's a good thing Mr. Nocturnal over there didn't see. He'd fuckin freak." Vito, or Mr. Nocturnal as Zach liked to call him, was covering his rent this month because Zach had been accused of stealing a book from the museum he worked at and subsequently fired. Zach stood up and went in the bathroom and took a shower. He closed his eyes when the water hit him and all of a sudden he was at the museum facing a very scared looking curator. A voice that was not his own came out, "Where is the sword? You must tell me within the next five seconds or your life will be no more!" "I don't know what you're talking about! Listen Zach, i know you didn't steal the book but you have to get out of here before the cops come, i've already hit the panic button they'll be here any minute!" A scream of fury like Zach had never heard before erupted from him, "Then you die, pitiful human." All of a sudden the curator was melting like an antagonist from an Indiana Jones movie. He turned around and suddently Zach was in the shower again. He let out a scared breath and looked around. He spoke and heard his own voice. "Fuck." he muttered to himself. He was even having the nightmares he'd been having for the last two days when he was awake. He got out of the shower and looked in the fogged up mirror and saw two demonic looking eyes staring back at him. He screamed and then wiped the mirror and saw nothing but his own face. "I am WAY too stressed right now" he said to himself and walked out of the bathroom. He put on some boxers and sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. He got up to get himself a bowl of cereal. As he glanced up at the tv he dropped the carton of milk spilling it all over the floor he had just cleaned. On the TV was a reporter standing in front of a crime scene at the museum. The Curator had disappeared that night and also a new book that the museum was going to be showcasing in a grand event tonight. It was the same book that Zach had been accused of stealing.

Where the Sun Don't Shine: Chapter One.

I stood in an alleyway and thought to myself, "How cliche." I grabbed my victim and feasted upon her delicious life force. It's not that i necessarily need blood to live anymore. I figured that out a while back. But it's like this: a human doesn't require steak but it is a luxury that is well appreciated. That is how blood is for me. I don't necessarily need it anymore but, it's just so good. Although people these days are staining their own blood with their sins. They are so self-absorbed in their gluttony, lust, and their drugs. It's hard to find good blood anymore. It almost shames me that i must feast upon children because they are the only truly innocent ones nowadays. If only things were the way they were when i'd first been turned. I still remember the day back in 1192, when i'd been a young stupid warrior in The Crusades as their now called. Back then we'd referred to it as Purgatio sursum spurcamen which translates literally to "Cleaning up the filth". I remember those days well. I remember every minute of every day up until this day. I have been alive to see the rise and fall of humanity. I have seen things you would wish you'd never have seen. I looked in the face of evil. But i'll get to that later. It all started, as many origin stories do, with a party. Or, i guess you can call it a festivity. It all amounts to the same activities: drinking large amounts of alcohol and having sex with many women.