More Story Part One

Wednesday, April 18, 2007 12:14 AM

It wouldn't let me post it as a whole please read both parts this one first.

The Other
It’s been a week since I’ve been to that club and a week more since I last had an attack and went on a hunt. That’s two weeks of pretending to be normal, two weeks of quiet, two weeks ticking down. I know I am due for another attack, knowing the stress and doubt I put on myself is pushing me, but I ignore it. I just change for the night and climb between the cool sheets. I dry swallow an oblong blue pill, a half dose of a store bought sleep aid, like I do every night, to keep away dreams. Maybe I should have taken more, because the moment I lose consciousness I’m somewhere else.
Bright orange light is closing in. I feel heat surrounding me, so hot my skin feels like it’s blistering. Wood is splintering and cracking, smoke is surrounding me making the hall seem longer and scarier. I hear screams; I can’t tell if they are close or far away. I try to follow them, find them, help them but the heat gets worse when I do. The smoke invades my eyes and lungs. Finally I succumb, choking on the smoke and falling to the ground. I try to clear my lungs with a scream.
The room is too dark and cold, compared to the world I was just thrust out of. The scream dies on my lips as I sit up and try to catch my breath. I look around, trying to center myself but I can’t. I don’t know where I am. I feel my arms for the burns I feel should be there, but I can’t find them. Panic starts to take me.
I hear whispers all around me, but I can’t find their source. I can’t remember anything, how I got here or where here is. The whispering gets louder and louder, more urgent, but I can’t get in through the panic. I fall out of bed and stumble to the bathroom.
I stare at my face in the mirror, at the dark circles and haunted features. I turn on the faucet to wash my face. The moment the icy water touches my fingers I am over whelmed again. Images race through my mind, of black and men, mostly long since dead. A new one takes prominence, his evil ripping into my mind.
I fall to the ground and gripe my knees, only one thing in my mind. I’m crazy, I’m crazy none of this is real, it can’t be. I grab at my head, knotting my hair in my hands, pulling on it. I feel something inhuman try and over take me, I try to fight it, try to remain human, but I don’t know why. I claw at the ground and my skin as I fight the images and the animal force.
Suddenly clearer in my mind I hear a beast telling me to calm down, we have to go on a hunt. I feel other presences, female, and suddenly I remember how I got here and what happened. I am flooded with memories, the lives, deaths, and feelings of my friends. As I snap back to myself, my life comes back and it all feels solid and real again. I remain on the hard cold ground, breathing rapidly, feeling out of control and lost, as every continues to equal out.
I clean up my room and wash my face. I change for the outside world and quickly escape my rabidly inclosing room and start my hunt. I head out in a direction that feels right and set myself out.
The streets and alleyways spread out before me as I stroll down them looking for my pray. The hour has emptied them for the night making the search harder, longer and more unsettling. I fear in the back of my mind that the sun will rise and wake before I find a mark, meaning I will have to kill with out the cover of night but in the spotlight of the sun in the faces of the normal people around me. I keep these thoughts in the back of my mind as I go from neighborhood to neighborhood.
I finally catch a hint of him in a mixed up neighborhood. His aura reaches out down the street around corners letting me know he’s near but with give out his location. The dead office buildings and low rent apartments around lend hiding places making my hunt difficult but I thought I was up to it. The lack of cover means I have to be careful, I can’t blend in. As I start down the street a leap of joy fills my heart because I know this will be fun.
The eerie silence of the street is interrupte

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