Post by Felix Helios on Oct 12, 2011 12:36:22 GMT -5
October 12,2011
My name real name is Felix, Cernuous, Aelianus, and I’m a two thousand year old vampire. Because of these reason during this time of era my last name has changed to Helios to keep it simple, but this journal is not of the records of me changing names or alias over the centuries, but my reason actions that have brought me to the situation I’m in now. I believe these may just be my last few moments of my life. You would think if a Vampire says these might be his few moments, then vampire hunters come to mind, but no I wish it was that simple. These last few moments I mention might take a year maybe, or thirty, or even another thousand. Oh I wish it was just that simple of a Hunter finding the poor remains of a once a proud, Roman, Scholar. The cause of my end is in fact in my own hands, the reason why all creatures live, the need to survive, our source and for Vampires it’s blood. Yes Blood, blood is the cause of my current situation that has me in this type of state, but not just any blood, but Demon’s blood. My problem had started few months before in a small town called Crossroad in Tn. To keep a long, horrible, week long, hellhole story short. A few unlucky souls including myself was trapped in Crossroad by a horde of demons and other even more unlucky souls who were infected to be mindless zombies and used by the Demons to keep us in. They wanted to open a Devil’s Gate in the town that would open a door into Hell and allows beings, demons, and other souls trapped in hell to be free. In the end we stopped them, but at a cost to all who took part in the final battle. For me it was the sealing of my fate.
That day during the battle I was on the verge of death, one foot on the other side already in vampire standards and just wanted it to be over. It wasn’t one of my prouder moments, but it happen and there is nothing I can do about it now. How I wish I could, but that’s every poor sap on this rock. During what I thought was going to be one of my last moments. I took my blood soaked hand and took a drink for the road. Something unexpected happen in that moment; I felt alive, I was on fire from inside and out, it was unbelievable. The high of the blood, the power that surged from it into me, the rush of the bloodlust that came after; I’ve never felt something like that from partaking from blood before in my two thousand years of existing. With this power within me I took back my life from the other side and turned the tide in my own battles. After the last poor soul was crushed underneath my own hands, I felt the rush leaving me and be replaced by what I could only express as Vampire fatigue. I took up one of the bodies of the Infected thinking it was the blood that did it. I was a fool the blood was foul worse than dead man’s blood. In my thoughts while fighting off my attackers; I was growing frustrated within myself and the situation of it all. At first I thought it was simple the battle we were locked in, but if I knew now that was the early signs of my down fall I would have given up my search for the magical blood that supplied me with that power I tasted. If only I knew that it was the addiction already setting in over me. Drowning out my common sense, to leave it alone; Oh I wish I did.
I found the answer within a black eyed demon who was commanding some infected from the back. I took him so quickly without him noticing or putting up much of a fight with his telekinesis or inhuman strengthen. Even though I had my own and the Demon’s blood I drank earlier increased them both dramatically, and that same demon’s blood was still clinging to my system, and this demon would refuel me. After the first drop touched my tongue I knew I found it, the answer to my question. I drained the Demon dry and felt everything I did before, but at a greater level I took in more blood this time then I did before. I could felt the difference immediately, but increase of power but the endurance of the blood in my system, but I faintly took notice all I cared was for the blood. I wanted more, and now you’re caught up for the most part. For the past few months I have been chasing down demons draining them dry. I can’t stop myself; it has a vase like grip around me now, every drop I take. Takes me down the rabbit hole a little deeper, and this rabbit hole ends when I die. It seems all blood is not the same. I can’t survive on demon blood alone. I need to feed from fresh, human blood to keep my body going, but like I wrote before the demon’s blood had a hold over me. I can’t stop; every thought is pushing me to drink more. It’s taking everything I have to write these pages, but I keep telling myself these pages are important. These may just be the last you hear or read of the vampire Felix Cernuous, Aelianus, and I just want to say I’m Sorry.
My name real name is Felix, Cernuous, Aelianus, and I’m a two thousand year old vampire. Because of these reason during this time of era my last name has changed to Helios to keep it simple, but this journal is not of the records of me changing names or alias over the centuries, but my reason actions that have brought me to the situation I’m in now. I believe these may just be my last few moments of my life. You would think if a Vampire says these might be his few moments, then vampire hunters come to mind, but no I wish it was that simple. These last few moments I mention might take a year maybe, or thirty, or even another thousand. Oh I wish it was just that simple of a Hunter finding the poor remains of a once a proud, Roman, Scholar. The cause of my end is in fact in my own hands, the reason why all creatures live, the need to survive, our source and for Vampires it’s blood. Yes Blood, blood is the cause of my current situation that has me in this type of state, but not just any blood, but Demon’s blood. My problem had started few months before in a small town called Crossroad in Tn. To keep a long, horrible, week long, hellhole story short. A few unlucky souls including myself was trapped in Crossroad by a horde of demons and other even more unlucky souls who were infected to be mindless zombies and used by the Demons to keep us in. They wanted to open a Devil’s Gate in the town that would open a door into Hell and allows beings, demons, and other souls trapped in hell to be free. In the end we stopped them, but at a cost to all who took part in the final battle. For me it was the sealing of my fate.
That day during the battle I was on the verge of death, one foot on the other side already in vampire standards and just wanted it to be over. It wasn’t one of my prouder moments, but it happen and there is nothing I can do about it now. How I wish I could, but that’s every poor sap on this rock. During what I thought was going to be one of my last moments. I took my blood soaked hand and took a drink for the road. Something unexpected happen in that moment; I felt alive, I was on fire from inside and out, it was unbelievable. The high of the blood, the power that surged from it into me, the rush of the bloodlust that came after; I’ve never felt something like that from partaking from blood before in my two thousand years of existing. With this power within me I took back my life from the other side and turned the tide in my own battles. After the last poor soul was crushed underneath my own hands, I felt the rush leaving me and be replaced by what I could only express as Vampire fatigue. I took up one of the bodies of the Infected thinking it was the blood that did it. I was a fool the blood was foul worse than dead man’s blood. In my thoughts while fighting off my attackers; I was growing frustrated within myself and the situation of it all. At first I thought it was simple the battle we were locked in, but if I knew now that was the early signs of my down fall I would have given up my search for the magical blood that supplied me with that power I tasted. If only I knew that it was the addiction already setting in over me. Drowning out my common sense, to leave it alone; Oh I wish I did.
I found the answer within a black eyed demon who was commanding some infected from the back. I took him so quickly without him noticing or putting up much of a fight with his telekinesis or inhuman strengthen. Even though I had my own and the Demon’s blood I drank earlier increased them both dramatically, and that same demon’s blood was still clinging to my system, and this demon would refuel me. After the first drop touched my tongue I knew I found it, the answer to my question. I drained the Demon dry and felt everything I did before, but at a greater level I took in more blood this time then I did before. I could felt the difference immediately, but increase of power but the endurance of the blood in my system, but I faintly took notice all I cared was for the blood. I wanted more, and now you’re caught up for the most part. For the past few months I have been chasing down demons draining them dry. I can’t stop myself; it has a vase like grip around me now, every drop I take. Takes me down the rabbit hole a little deeper, and this rabbit hole ends when I die. It seems all blood is not the same. I can’t survive on demon blood alone. I need to feed from fresh, human blood to keep my body going, but like I wrote before the demon’s blood had a hold over me. I can’t stop; every thought is pushing me to drink more. It’s taking everything I have to write these pages, but I keep telling myself these pages are important. These may just be the last you hear or read of the vampire Felix Cernuous, Aelianus, and I just want to say I’m Sorry.
