CHAPTER ELEVEN:
OCTOBER 30, 1995:
The sun rises over Crystal Falls; the chill of the autumn wind fills the air outside. Bampira hate the cold. As I ponder what to do, Danny lies asleep on the couch, still unconscious. The effects of my blood have taken a toll on him. I ponder whether to continue my investigation at the high-school. Doing so would put Harold at great risk. Yet, somehow I think sibat has plans for the students. I look at the calendar. It is the thirtieth, the araw before Halloween. Halloween, the anniversary of the araw I made my first kill. I reminisce once madami into my past.
ALBANY NEW YORK, OCTOBER 31, 1850:
It had been three weeks since I had left my father behind, I still think about him every day, but I know deep down that returning to Crystal Falls would put him in danger, not from Pike, but myself also. I have been filled with the same hunger I felt the araw I last saw him. Ordinarily, it would’ve taken months to get across the county, but sibat had a super sonic speed that I learned I also had. As I wander the dirt roads of Albany, the cool autumn air fills my lungs. I am far madami sensitive to the cold. This I had learned after my transformation. sibat was out on a hunt. I have been able so far to feed off of animals, which I didn’t even kill, yet at the same time, I never seemed to be satisfied in my thirst. sibat had told me that it would only be satisfied sa pamamagitan ng human blood. Yet I had refrained from feeding on people, an achievement I am proud of, under the circumstances. But I knew, as sibat had told me, it was inevitable that I would lose control. I just knew I would put it off as long as I could stand it. Yet, I had no idea how much longer it would be. sibat returned earlier than usual to the cabin we were residing in, and as soon as I saw his face, I knew he was excited, madami so than usual. I had learned over the past three weeks the only thing that excited him was blood and death. He liked killing just for the sake of it. “Ash. I got you a present.” He said, grinning. “I don’t want any present you have to give.” I mutter. sibat smiles. Just look outside.” Of course, I have already known what awaits me out there, and I hate sibat for it. I can smell a dying man outside. He is young, in his twenties. I hear him gasping for breath. “I’m not going to do it.” I say. sibat shrugs, and walks outside. Then, he does something surprising. Something that shocks even me. He brings in the young man, and I am shocked at what I see, his neck is ripped open, and he is barely alive. He will be dead soon. This I know. sibat grins at me, and scoops up a pool of the man’s blood in his hand. sibat holds the blood out towards my face. I am overwhelmed. I NEED it, but I have to resist it, it’s what he wants me to do. I suddenly begin to lose control, I feel my teeth growing larger. In a last ditch effort to keep control, I swat his hand away. Blood splatters all over the cabin. sibat picks the man up with ease, and holds him towards me. “Now Ashley, you ARE going to suck this man dry. Because that’s what we do. Face it Ash, you’re a monster, and you always will be. The feeling is unbearable, but I continue to fight, still, the sight of the blood, gushing down his neck… I feel the warmth of it… The feeling overwhelms me, but I can’t turn away, I know the smell itself will drive me to madness. sibat grins, and I hate him for what he’s doing. Before I realize it, I am biting into the man’s throat. I feel the taste of his blood as it goes down my throat. I black out, the susunod thing I know, I am on the floor. I have blood all over my clothes. sibat sits in a chair. “I buried him. Don’t worry, they’ll never find the body, or should I say what’s left of it.” He says smiling. I shutter. sibat stands. “C’mon. There’s something we have to do. Before we leave Albany.” I am in shock. “What?” sibat smiles. “We’re going to kill someone that is a threat.” He says. “Then, if you still want out… I’ll let you.”
He says. I shutter, and blood continues to drip from my mouth.
CRYSTAL FALLS: OCTOBER 30,1995:
7:23 AM:
My memory ends. I know the susunod part, and know it won’t be pleasant, but I know it’ll pop up sooner or later. I decide not to go to the school. Harold’s safety if my prime concern. I have no idea how big a mistake I am making.
OCTOBER 30, 1995:
The sun rises over Crystal Falls; the chill of the autumn wind fills the air outside. Bampira hate the cold. As I ponder what to do, Danny lies asleep on the couch, still unconscious. The effects of my blood have taken a toll on him. I ponder whether to continue my investigation at the high-school. Doing so would put Harold at great risk. Yet, somehow I think sibat has plans for the students. I look at the calendar. It is the thirtieth, the araw before Halloween. Halloween, the anniversary of the araw I made my first kill. I reminisce once madami into my past.
ALBANY NEW YORK, OCTOBER 31, 1850:
It had been three weeks since I had left my father behind, I still think about him every day, but I know deep down that returning to Crystal Falls would put him in danger, not from Pike, but myself also. I have been filled with the same hunger I felt the araw I last saw him. Ordinarily, it would’ve taken months to get across the county, but sibat had a super sonic speed that I learned I also had. As I wander the dirt roads of Albany, the cool autumn air fills my lungs. I am far madami sensitive to the cold. This I had learned after my transformation. sibat was out on a hunt. I have been able so far to feed off of animals, which I didn’t even kill, yet at the same time, I never seemed to be satisfied in my thirst. sibat had told me that it would only be satisfied sa pamamagitan ng human blood. Yet I had refrained from feeding on people, an achievement I am proud of, under the circumstances. But I knew, as sibat had told me, it was inevitable that I would lose control. I just knew I would put it off as long as I could stand it. Yet, I had no idea how much longer it would be. sibat returned earlier than usual to the cabin we were residing in, and as soon as I saw his face, I knew he was excited, madami so than usual. I had learned over the past three weeks the only thing that excited him was blood and death. He liked killing just for the sake of it. “Ash. I got you a present.” He said, grinning. “I don’t want any present you have to give.” I mutter. sibat smiles. Just look outside.” Of course, I have already known what awaits me out there, and I hate sibat for it. I can smell a dying man outside. He is young, in his twenties. I hear him gasping for breath. “I’m not going to do it.” I say. sibat shrugs, and walks outside. Then, he does something surprising. Something that shocks even me. He brings in the young man, and I am shocked at what I see, his neck is ripped open, and he is barely alive. He will be dead soon. This I know. sibat grins at me, and scoops up a pool of the man’s blood in his hand. sibat holds the blood out towards my face. I am overwhelmed. I NEED it, but I have to resist it, it’s what he wants me to do. I suddenly begin to lose control, I feel my teeth growing larger. In a last ditch effort to keep control, I swat his hand away. Blood splatters all over the cabin. sibat picks the man up with ease, and holds him towards me. “Now Ashley, you ARE going to suck this man dry. Because that’s what we do. Face it Ash, you’re a monster, and you always will be. The feeling is unbearable, but I continue to fight, still, the sight of the blood, gushing down his neck… I feel the warmth of it… The feeling overwhelms me, but I can’t turn away, I know the smell itself will drive me to madness. sibat grins, and I hate him for what he’s doing. Before I realize it, I am biting into the man’s throat. I feel the taste of his blood as it goes down my throat. I black out, the susunod thing I know, I am on the floor. I have blood all over my clothes. sibat sits in a chair. “I buried him. Don’t worry, they’ll never find the body, or should I say what’s left of it.” He says smiling. I shutter. sibat stands. “C’mon. There’s something we have to do. Before we leave Albany.” I am in shock. “What?” sibat smiles. “We’re going to kill someone that is a threat.” He says. “Then, if you still want out… I’ll let you.”
He says. I shutter, and blood continues to drip from my mouth.
CRYSTAL FALLS: OCTOBER 30,1995:
7:23 AM:
My memory ends. I know the susunod part, and know it won’t be pleasant, but I know it’ll pop up sooner or later. I decide not to go to the school. Harold’s safety if my prime concern. I have no idea how big a mistake I am making.
Hi. My name is Jake Gartner, and right now, basically a huge mutant serpent is coming to lunok me whole, tear me to pieces of flesh, so I have no time to talk right now. Oh, um...you want to follow me? Sure, just accept that everyday will be the best of the thrills. Right now, we are not getting any help from the immortal world, so just know that we have a horrible system of magic right now, and we have an extremely low supply of weapons, thus, the chance that you will get out of this mess is around eighty-six percent. (because of me, the master of war) Oh yeah, the serpent. Enough talk. (ROARS) Off to kill a mutant serpent!!! (stabs, deflects, cuts a gash in its head, dies) That's only our first one, trainee. Whatever your name is. susunod time, I invite you to sumali with us on our battle. And it will be even madami life-consuming, if you know what that means.
This is for all the kids who are bullied sa pamamagitan ng words. My teachers always say be bleacher people. Lift others up. I hope this poem gives that message to others.
You yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I ilipat on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
or lift
me up.
Why must
you hurt
me?
You yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I ilipat on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
or lift
me up.
Why must
you hurt
me?
I live in my opinion possibly the most ghetto town in the United States, Pittsburgh. People have been committing suicide all over town. Population all over town has been decreasing, fast. Some of my mga kaibigan were so depressed that they were thinking about "joining the crowd". I wouldn't live without my friends. I don't want my mga kaibigan to go as well as my mom and dad. Yes, I'm an orphan. I've been an orphan for about three weeks. My mga kaibigan have disappeared. I think they went to Clarion; but I could be wrong. There have been tons of fights at my school. Most of the people that were committing suicide were middle school and high school aged. I was getting really tired really fast. I climbed up in a puno and found a comfortable spot and fell asleep. susunod thing I knew, I was tied up on a pole.
Sorry for cliffhangers....
Sorry for cliffhangers....