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The Vampire Memoirs - Pt. 1.1He who fights monsters should look into it that he himself does not become a monster. When you gaze long into the Abyss, the Abyss also gazes into you.The Vampire Memoirs - Pt. 1.1
- Friedrich Nietzsche
Prologue
You and I have never met. I can promise you this with utmost assurance, for if we had brushed paths, you wouldn't remember the experience. As such, allow me to introduce myself to you.
My name is Peter Dawes and I am a vampire.
The admission must stir a response. After all, how many times do you have somebody tell you that in such a candid and lucid manner? If yo


The Vampire Memoirs - Pt. 1.2The Awakening -------------------------- In every unbeliever's heart there is an uneasy feeling that, after all, he may awake after death and find himself immortal. This is his punishment for his unbelief. This is the agnostic's Hell - H.L. MenckenThe Vampire Memoirs - Pt. 1.2
Chapter One
Confusion rang within my mind like bell sounding peals of alarm through my psyche. Everything was a distant and incoherent haze, but one thought emerged just the same as though time froze and gifted me a moment of epiphany.
I screwed up. What more can I say?
She committed the initial mis


The Vampire Memoirs - Pt. 1.3Chapter TwoThe Vampire Memoirs - Pt. 1.3
A voice resonated through the blackness, stretching itself through a long corridor before it reached my ears. At first, I could not make out what it said; its cadence was dream-like and still far too distant. Within moments, however, it gained volume and purpose.
Peter, dear, she said. It's time for you to wake up.
I struggled to ignore her evocations, but they continued, drawing me out from my slumber. Resisting with all my might, I twisted my thoughts away from the woman calling me and back into the void of nothingness, because I already knew something was different.


The Vampire Memoirs - Pt. 1.4Chapter ThreeThe Vampire Memoirs - Pt. 1.4
The taste of blood far sweeter than I could begin to imagine, it remained on the tip of my tongue as though it took up residence there. As though the lasting memory of that first woman I drank from had been burned upon the flesh as an everlasting tribute to my first victim as an immortal. The experience was without parallel, although truth be known, I did not have much to compare it to. I still could not recall who the devil this being named Peter had been.
The fleeting memory of Lydia remained the sole concept I possessed of what I once was, and even that painted a grim picture. The man crying toward t


Behold the Devil...as red seeps down, in rivulets, it forms a pool of decadence. the fallen, in the night, attacks. behold the devil dressed in black.Behold the Devil...
his winter coat comprised of fear, he smites them all, each you hold dear; each one a voice upon the stack. behold the devil dressed in black.
their lives are forfeit, only death will rid of us of this soul bereft of love, compassion; all he lacks. behold the devil dressed in black.
until the demons claim his soul; until the fires consume him whole, beware and show this man no slack. behold the devil dre


Dark Dance With an Assassinthe chill of death looms heavy in the air.Dark Dance With an Assassin
a shuffle of footsteps on wet city pavement. fresh rain, a pervasive odor in the air; i follow you, at something of a distance and yet, i know you can sense the shiver running up and down your spine.
this is what i live for. adrenaline; liquid poison, fueling the hunt for the hunter; fueling the cravings of the assassin.
tension builds as your back straightens, as my lit cigarette finds its way into a gutter swimming downstream with the other things smart enough to know to run. unlike you. you con


Just a Heartbeata moment in time, just a heartbeat; the world freezes and all is quiet. the space between one pulse and the next, a line on the monitor before the next arc.Just a Heartbeat
a bead of sweat running downward; a wisp of breath exhaled. just a heartbeat, enough time for time to mean nothing at all.
a tension in your shoulders; a shiver up your spine. a tremor and a nightmare within the span of moments.
a shadow comes upon you; a specter overwhelms you. within an eye blinking y


The Vampire Memoirs - Pt. 1.13Eyes Open -----The Vampire Memoirs - Pt. 1.13
"The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend." - Henri Bergson
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Chapter Twelve
Smoke wafted from my cigarette, drifting toward the night sky before dissipating in the breeze. My eyes fixed on the house in front of me, I lingered in the trees, studying what appeared to be a one-story shack while pitying whatever creature had to inhabit it for longer than ten minutes. It made perfect sense to me, at the time, that she was not home. I wished to be anywhere but there myself.
A quick glance heavenward revealed the time to be about te


The Mask of Vengeancemeant to confound the wiles of the devil snakes who slither, whispering wicked tales in willing ears.The Mask of Vengeance
allow me to introduce you to the darker side of me.
i will consume you.
not content until the poison you attempt to shoot into the veins of the ignorant infects your veins and you are screaming out for mercy.


No Longer Welcomethis isn't kansas anymore. swept up in the tumult, lost within the winds, i find myself transported to a time and place far away from home.No Longer Welcome
we wake and find ourselves in dystopia.
something troubles this soul. the death of decency, the decay of sentiments; men deep in slumber care no longer for the outcries of the oppressed.
we wake and find ourselves in anarchy.
lawless, the leaders themselves no longer bother to punish the wicked. hands tied hands washed just like pontius pilate while the


Twitter Haiku a subtle shiver cold breeze caressing the back of my neckTwitter Haiku
indian summer a pleasant stroll through autumn's respite
the tempest passes and tranquility awaits with dawn's early light
tangled strands, woven master craftsman forming art one made out of two
masks of avarice


Breathei take a breath inhaling deeper than i ever have before.Breathe
scents which make their way through senses dulled.
revitalizing me illuminating a hazy consciousness.
flowing through the passages into the depths of my soul.
absorbed into the system, expelled as a wistful sigh.
the mind conjures thoughts of who i am, who i will
be, what to think and how to feel. unashamed, i am.
i take a breath and feel the steady cadence of my heart.
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"Spirituality means waking up, Many of us, even though we don't know it, are asleep. We're born asleep, we live asleep, we marry in our sleep, we breed children in our sleep, we die in our sleep without ever waking up."
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