Laying In Waiting

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Time: October 31st, Wednesday, 5:45 PM
Place: ??
Location: Home...



Deep within the confines of this castle in the middle of nowhere, there is what most would consider a monster lays in waiting. The place was empty except for the one being that resided in the place. It has been rumored that the being had died long ago. Of course, only a fool would believe such things. Immortality is not something that you can easily die from. The majority of beings the same as this one wander the globe aimlessly in search of that death. The lower class of such beings... Well... their fates have been sealed after the hunt was pursued by men who seeked money... or revenge. Unfortunately that is not the case with this particular being. The years have passed by one after another. Going through the ages made this being grow weary. Lonliness had settled within this home a looooong time ago. You can't imagine what it's like to live centuries at a time. It could definitely make such a being re-think his choices in the past. But the past can't be changes and now must deal with the path he had chosen. Why any person would wish such a thing upon themselves was beyond him. What was going through his mind when he had chose this? What was it all for? Power? Greed? Immortality? If you were to ask him these same questions back then, he would have gladly admitted those were his motivations. But presently, he wishes he had thought otherwise. Now he must deal with the path he has chosen for himself. He must walk that lonely road by himself.

Currently... The being had grown tired of this world. What he did to pass the time is what most usually do to pass by a great deal of time. He slept. He rested in his bed. Laying in waiting for a new purpose. He felt he had already served his purpose long ago. What was there for him to do? There was no need for him to stalk the night anymore. There are plenty of those not even worthy of the power given to them who do that. His people... what they did sickened him right to his very core. Now that may be contradictory. He had at one time been the same as them. But he had learned from this and wishes others would be much wiser than he was. That was never going to happen. Not in this day and age. The people of this day and age are reckless as can be. Downward spiraling the world into utter hell. Both his and your people contribute to the filth this world bears for all to see. He didn't want any part of it. He would have rather rested an eternity than to deal with this world. He could clean it up himself if it bothered him so much. But what would be the point? They would not learn the error of their ways. They would just be another unexplained mess or disappearance that no one cared for. It was pointless. He laid there inside of his bed. His eyes closed shut. Resting for the time being. Awaiting for a good enough reason to awake from his slumber.

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Time: November 1st, Thursday, 12:45 PM
Place: ??
Location: Home...

The monster breathing men would kill remained in his seemingly everlasting slumber. Not wanting to see the world as it is today. The world had disgusted him in the past. It was a world he chose not to be a part of. Hundreds and hundreds of years he’s been around. He’s seen many things over the years. Some of it good, majority of it bad. Not saying that he’s been some kind of saint all these years. No. That’s not the case at all. He’s done his fair share of evil deeds in this world. Contributing his share of blood shed, war, and death in this world. If he could go back and change it, he would. But you know how that saying goes… young and dumb. Power corrupts people. Power makes people crazy. Power makes people believe they’re invincible and untouchable. In some cases, this is true. In his case, it’s done more harm than good. He’s seen such power be abused by those who had it. Killing senselessly. Feeding not to fill their thirst, but just because they could. Gluttons. It sickened him. It’s not that he doesn’t feed. He does when he needs too. He just doesn’t see the point in killing helpless, innocent people just for kicks. Life lessons do that to you. They make you think like this. Some may say this is not the way someone like him should feel or think. Well, then you would be a fool. There are reasons for why he feels the way he feels. Don’t think all monsters in this world are vile and evil creatures. But that’s why ignorance is bliss. There's less stress to deal with then the occasional hunter who believes he's the one who will finally put an end to him once and for all. He has the You fear beings like him because of this image you get in your mind. You fear that all so familiar picture of a blood stained room with your corpse laying across the floor with a bite taken out of your neck. If that were true about him, you would be dead already. Fortunately for you, this monster is different.

But recently something has been bothering him as he sleeps. There’s been some kind of feeling he’s been having during his rest. A feeling that’s calling to him. Calling for him to rise from the darkness and journey to a place far from his home. He wasn’t sure what it could be. Images flashed in his mind of a city that he had never been to. A city that he has never heard of. It’s been awhile since he’s seen the light of day. He wouldn’t be up to date with the times. At least, not the current times. Curiosity struck him. He hadn't felt compelled to wake up since he began to. He didn’t know what it was that was giving him this feeling. He would have to decide whether or not it was worth waking for. It would be something he would have to think about….

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Time: November 2nd, Friday, 5:20 P.M.
Place: ??
Location: Home...

Beauty and the beast. A hard concept to grasp for some people. It’s hard to believe how a woman could love a monster. At least what you would consider a monster. It’s a hard thing to deal with on the other side of the fence. People say it’s wrong. The whole “grab your torch and pitchforks” type of deal. What would they know? Nothing. Love comes in many forms. He knew this all too well. A monster too can fall in love. Especially with someone else who’s completely the opposite of who they are. That was the case with him many, many years ago. He loved before. It was a precious and delicate love. Said to be taboo. What right did anyone have to say who could love who? It pained him a great deal to see his love taken away from him. One of the very few times he had ever been bested by humans in his life. They thought they had killed him. Got his love out of town and left him for dead. Sometimes he kind of wished they had killed him. It was a true love. Heartbreaking it was as he hung on the wall with spikes driven through his body as he watched them take her away. If only he hadn’t wasted his strength. It’s too late now.

He can only remember her face in his head now. It’s been years and years since then. He can only see her in his dreams now. The memories that he has with her still embedded in his mind like it was yesterday. The good times, and the bad. If only people would have let them be, he would not be as lonely as he is. They feared him. They thought the love was untrue. They thought it was hypnosis. They thought it was trickery. They believed he was just going to kill her after he was done toying with her. How wrong they were. He hadn’t felt much love towards another since then. He feared that history would only repeat itself again if he chose to love another. Maybe if it was someone of his own kind, it would be understandable. But unfortunately most of his own kind that he’s seen only wanted the power. Greed. It’s an ugly thing. He has had those moments where he had seen his love’s face on another. Reincarnations perhaps? If you believe in such things. He didn’t know. He didn’t want to go through losing another. And it’s hard to find someone who could love someone like him. That’s a one in a million type of situation there. A mutual feeling of love between monster and beauty is hard to come by. For now, he only has the past memories to dwell on for now. Maybe in the future he’ll find another. IF he decides to awake from his slumber.

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Time: November 3rd, Saturday, 12:00 A.M.
Place: ??
Location: Home...

Woman’s Voice: “Noooooooooooo!”

…screamed a young woman’s voice. The sound echoed through out his home. Two men had broken into the place, thinking it was abandoned and uninhabited. They didn’t believe in the stories they heard about who supposedly lived here. All they knew was that they had guns and they had fresh meat. That’s all that they believe they needed tonight. These two men had kidnapped a woman right off the streets and had dragged her to this place. Their intentions? The worst you could ever imagine. Torture… Rape… Murder… Feed… Whatever they feel the need to do in order to “get off” tonight. A nightmare for this poor woman tonight. One of the men had the woman by her hair and was pulling her across the floor. She wasn’t going with them willingly. She tried to put up a fight but it was futile. The two men easily were able to overpower her. The man dragging the woman looked over at the other and said….

Man 1: “Hahahahaha… We got us a good find here. Nice and fresh.”

The other man looked back and responded…

Man 2: “That we do my brother. That we do. Just make sure she doesn’t get away Jack.”

Jack: “Come now Clyde. When have I ever lost one?”

Clyde: “You remember the red head?”

Jack: “That was one time. You’ll never let that go.”

Clyde: “If you didn’t first, maybe I would.”

Jack: “Meh… I’ll make sure she don’t get away…”

As they spoke, the woman struggled to try and break free from the grip the man had on her hair. Trying to pry his fingers open but it seemed to be useless. The man’s fingers would not budge. She tried grabbing onto walls and furniture in order to stop him. But he would just yank her from it. Tears streamed down the sides of her face as she could not imagine what they were planning on doing to her. She feared the worst. She tried crying out again, in hopes someone would hear her…

Woman: “HELP! PLEASE! SOMEBODY HELP! ANYBODY! HELLLLP!”

Jack: “Bitch, will you shut the fuck up?”

Woman: “HELP! OH GOD! SOMEBODY HELP!”

Clyde: “Don’t cry. We’re just going to have a little… “fun.” Hahaha…”

Woman: “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

The sound of the woman screaming had seemed to cause a disturbance in his slumber. His eyelids twitched a bit as he laid there. It wasn’t the sound that was bothering him. It was the feeling that something terrible was about to happen. It was a strong feeling with it happening in the same area he was resting. He was unaware of the fact that the two men had broken into his home. The two men continued on through the house until they reached what appeared to be the dining hall. A nice, wide open space for them to have their “fun.” Jack took the woman by her hair that he had her and threw her forward onto the floor in front of them. Both men licking their lips as they gazed upon her. The woman looked up at the two men, scared to death of them.

Woman: “W-w-why… are you… doing th-this… to me…?”

Jack: “Why? No reason. We just like our meals… fresh.”

Woman: “Meals?!”

Clyde: “Hahahaha… Yes… Meals..”

Dante: “I wouldn’t do what you’re planning if I were you…”

The two men stood up straight as they heard another voice in the room. They didn’t recognize the voice. Turning around and looking about the room. They didn’t see anyone there. They thought it might have just been their imagination. As they turned back around to face the woman, they could see that she had clearly heard the voice to.

Jack: “Who’s there!?”

Clyde: “Show yourself!”

Dante: “As you wish…”

Stepping through the wall of the room behind the woman slowly materialized a man who was about 6’7’’ feet tall, long, flowing back hair, and seemingly glowing red eyes. He was dressed black suit with a red shirt underneath and a black tie. The screams of the innocent have disturbed his slumber. Why? He wasn’t going to let the trash of his race go ahead and senselessly murder someone if he can do something about it. Especially if they thought they were going to waltz into his home and do it. He wasn’t going to have this on his conscience. He hated people like this. He hated even more that his own kind had fallen so far and stooped so low to do such things as this. It was just appalling to think of his race being like this. He wasn’t going to go around and kill just for the hell of it. He’d much rather feed on those who deserve to die. It’s no better than murder to kill an evil man, but he felt much better ridding the world of another piece of trash walking this planet. The two men were a bit freaked out at the sight of him but tried to keep their composure and be fearless. One of the men decided to speak up…

Jack: “Who the hell are you?”

Dante: “Dante Cervantes…”

The two men and the woman’s eyes widened as they heard him introduce himself.

Clyde: “The stories… They’re true…?”

Dante: “More than you’ll ever know… Now tell me… What are you doing here?”

Clyde: “We’re here to eat. Want some?”

Dante: “No… There won’t be any eating tonight…”

Jack: “What?! Fuck that. We worked for this meal. You aren’t taking our food away!”

Dante looked down at the woman for a brief moment before looking back up at the two men. His eyes glaring at the two men as he sniffed the air. He could smell blood on their breath. They had already had their share of blood tonight. This was just being overkill for them. These were the types that Dante despised.

Dante: “You don’t kill to feed. You kill for the simple thrill of the kill. You’re no better than filth. The scum of the undead.”

Clyde: “Piss off.”

Dante: “It’s vampires like you who make me laugh.”

Jack: “What the fuck do you know?”

Clyde: “Let’s just waste his ass already. He doesn’t look so tough. Probably not even the real deal.”

Clyde slowly raised his gun up and aimed it at Dante. Jack soon after lifted his gun up all the same. Dante shook his head and laughed at them.

Dante: “You filth and your pathetic toys…”

The two men proceeded to unload their guns into the body of Dante. He began to stumbled slightly as the bullets pierced his skin. Each bullet tearing through his skin, either driving a hole through his figure or grazing off skin as it flies through. Jack and Clyde squeezed their triggers until their guns were completely out of ammo. Once they had run out and they stood their with smoke seeping out the barrels of their guns. The body of Dante Cervantes dropped to the floor backwards into the shadows and against the wall. Leaving a very satisfied face on the two men.

Clyde: “I knew his ass was lying. He wasn’t anything special.”

Jack: “You got that right.”

Clyde: “Now where were we sweetie? Hahahaha…”

The two men looked down at the woman on the floor still. Her ears still ringing from the sounds of gunfire. She could not believe that they had shot this man in front of her. For a second, she truly believed she was going to be saved. A lot of good that did her getting her hopes up. The two men proceeded to advance toward the woman. Evil grins on their faces as they stared down at her. When they should be paying more attention to their surroundings. That’s when Jack felt a little tap on his shoulder. He looked over at his brother for a moment, thinking he was tapping him. But he wasn’t. Then he turned around…. only to meet a fist hitting him directly underneath his jaw. The impact of the fist had caused Jack’s head to completely go up and over. Forcing his neck to snap backward and leaving the back of his head to meet the back of his shoulders. Nasty break there. Clyde turned around in shock.

Clyde: “JACK!!!!”

He looked over and nearly lost control of his bowels when he saw what was right in front of him. There stood the man who claimed to be Dante Cervantes. Alive, without a single scratch, hole, or tear on him. As if he hadn’t even been touched. Then Dante reached forward and gripped Clyde’s throat. Standing there and choking him for a brief moment. Only to then get his throat torn from under his chin. Blood spurting all over the place from his neck as he fell to the floor. Then Dante proceeded to step forward to Jack’s body and lifted his foot up. He then stomped down on Jack’s head and crushed it beneath his boot. He then turned back to Clyde’s body and lifted his foot up again. This time he stomped a hole through the chest and crushed the heart. The woman watched with a horrified look on her face. She was being saved but she was just horrified at what she was seeing. But she was glad that he was doing away with her kidnappers. He lifted his hand he used to rip the throat out of Clyde with and dragging his tongue across his index finger. The sweet taste of revenge. He then turned to look at the woman who was on the floor still.

Dante: “It’s over now. You’re safe.”

Woman: “Th-th-thank…you…”

Dante: “What’s your name?”

Woman: “It’s Christina..”

A smile crossed his face. Her face reminded him of someone he knew long ago. She seemed to relax now. Feeling safe now after he had dealt with Jack and Clyde. He nodded to her and said…

Dante: “Beautiful… You’ll be safe now…”

He looked down at the two vile creatures laying on the floor that he had just slain. He was satisfied. Maybe this was going to his new purpose. To rid the world of scum and trash. Yeah. That could be it. It was worth trying. Maybe he will go to that place he kept getting visions of.

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Time: November 3rd, Saturday, 8:10 P.M.
Place: ??
Location: Home...

Christina had been returned to her home with her family safely after the events earlier this morning. Dante had been out among the town himself. Researching what he had missed out on all these years. It doesn’t seem as if things had gotten much better. He wasn’t too surprised. Humans were difficult beings. It wasn’t a big shock to see what major events have been going on. Some of it good. Some of it bad. Strange. With all the senseless killing that his kind seems to do, there is not a single report of their existence. Lots of “mysteriously missing” and “unsolved murder cases” but nothing revealing that his kind are even remotely the culprits. He could see that they had done some of these crimes. He was no stranger to how they worked. He was one of them, after all. An interesting tibit that seems to be something only a vampire would think of. Red Cross. Blood Banks. Places to store blood for people who needed it. That smelled suspiciously of vampire activity there. But he could be wrong. He had decided that he was going to leave his home. He had decided that he would travel to that place that was seemingly calling for him to go to. He had described what he saw in his dreams to a local. They said it sounded like a placed called Chicago located in a place called Illinois. Cities and states were a bit confusing to him, but the history straightened everything out. He had indeed missed a lot over the course of his slumber.

He was ready to go. Unfortunately, he had to use some of his power in order to persuade a few people a long the way. No killing. No hurting the innocent. Simple hypnosis to break a person’s will power for a brief moment. He had some large luggage to take with him. He couldn’t just take his bed with him without suspicion. So he had it placed in a bigger box and was sending it over. And of course, he packed suitcases with clothes so he had something to wear. A bit dusty but something called a laundry mat fixed that. His money was a bit out of date too, but it was apparently worth something more in this day and age. So he has money now to last him for awhile. This day had definitely been a learning experience. Booked a one way ticket to Chicago, Illinois. What he will find there…. He doesn’t know. But he’ll sure see when he gets there.


To be continued...