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Post by Kaieka on Nov 10, 2003 1:59:59 GMT -5
I am facing her now, she is so young and sweet,
"No, I just come around here sometimes."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 10, 2003 2:03:15 GMT -5
As Jumala:
"I am worried about you Surma, I don't want you to follow your father's dark path. There is a cure and that is if you learn true love and compassion. If your heart becomes 100% pure, you will no longer have the urge to kill and you will master your power. But such a process will take years. If you want this control, I will help you. You're first task is to go to Earth. Once on Earth you must buy three loaves of bread from three seperate cities, you must attend church at three seperate churches, and you must become friends with three different mortals. When you have done this assignment, you must report back to me and tell me what you learned. I will then give you your next assignment. You will only be cured when, like me, you learn that all forms of killing are wrong...even the killing of evil people."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 10, 2003 2:08:07 GMT -5
As Nadia to Naieka:
"I live on the street because my parents were killed by Red Infinity. I am the oldest so I have to take care of my brothers and sisters. My baby brother is sick now, so I have to go. If I don't find food, we will all starve. Do you have any change?"
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Post by Surma on Nov 10, 2003 2:13:02 GMT -5
"You ready Surma?.....ugh.....ya....by the way,
I know your my dark self,but don't you have a name?
......ugh.....ya,my name is Damon..so you ready?
argh.....ya.By the way Sir Jumala,all the ancestors of Surma gave him all there power and knowledge which
makes him a million times stronger than his father.And Surma wont fallow the dark path of his father,I will make sure of that." They than transported themselves to earth.
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 10, 2003 2:13:24 GMT -5
My thoughts are dark as I answer the girl, "I don't have any change. But I would like to meet your family. Do they live right around here."
Some parts of me might try to tell me that what I intend to do is terrible, but those parts are not heard, as my lust for an outlet for my vengence controls my thoughts.
"Can you show me where you live?"
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Post by Kisa Higurashi on Nov 10, 2003 2:18:14 GMT -5
I walked out of the building. "I'm so glad I ran away from that horrible orphanage. It's a good thing I have a job now. I'm going to have to rent an apartment," I said quietly to myself. I walked further down the street. "There are some nice apartments," I thought. I walked into a office. "I would like to rent an apartment room, please." "Okay, just sign this form and you can either pay for this month's rent right now, or three weeks later," said the lady behind the counter. "I'll take the second choice."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 10, 2003 2:20:41 GMT -5
As Nadia to Kaeika:
"It is not far. I will bring you to them."
(I just know that she'll help us. She take us and put us into a warm house and feed us good food.)
Nadia takes Kaieka to a stair well in the street. Beneath it in a cardboard box, four young children and a white, ratty looking dog huddle together for warmth.
"This is my family....and our dog Morozhnaya."
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 10, 2003 2:29:37 GMT -5
They look pathetic as they huddle for warmth underneath the cardboard shack. I look from child to child and notice their gaunt, dirty faces and skinny arms and legs, clothed in ratty clothing that someone must have thrown out. Their dog growls at me as if sensing my intentions.
Without thinking, I grab the girl and bite into her neck. It all seems kind of hazy. There is screaming. She tastes sweet and clean. I drop her small, lifeless body and savagely destroy the entire malnurished family. I kill the dog with my kris, no use keeping it around, though I don't drink animal blood. Red stains the street and the cardboard box and the heap of children.
My anger has been sated for a time, and my hunger is gone, but there is no satisfaction.
They had nothing, they had nothing to lose, I rationalize as I turn my back on the terrible scene. No one would miss them.
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Post by Kisa Higurashi on Nov 10, 2003 2:33:56 GMT -5
"Okay......Room 209......" I opened the apartment door. "Wow! They provided furniture. That's a good thing," I thought. I placed my bag on the bed in the bedroom. "I really should start unpacking."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 10, 2003 2:34:39 GMT -5
Bassarov and Arkady catch up on old times. Then, everyone decides to call it a night. Since the apartment is small, Arkady gets his own bedroom and Bassarov gives Sazumi the couch. That leaves Bassarov with either the floor or the outside Balcony. Deciding that fresh air would be good, Bassarov opts to sleep out on the balacony, high above Moscow, overlooking the Moscow River.
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Post by Kisa Higurashi on Nov 10, 2003 2:36:31 GMT -5
I started to unpack my clothes. I then washed up and went to sleep.
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 10, 2003 2:40:46 GMT -5
My head is so full. I continue to walk along the streets, though not to find a victim now, only to sort my thoughts.
I have so much confusion. I know what I am and what I do. It has been that way for thousands of years. I kill and I move on with my life, I search for fulfillment without relief.
I look into the brightened windows of buildings I pass and see people sharing their lives with one another. It is ultimately what I desire, and also what I cannot have. That is why I destroy. It is more than just being in my nature because of being a vampire, I envy them all.
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Post by Kisa Higurashi on Nov 10, 2003 2:43:32 GMT -5
I tossed and turned under my blanket. Was it a wise choice to run away from the orphanage? I mean, now I'm all on my own.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 10, 2003 2:46:09 GMT -5
Although he is utterly exhausted from his ordeal at the Ministry of Terror, Bassarov can not sleep. He looks back at Sazumi, and sees that she is sound asleep. He goes back inside and tip toes around for some coffee. He takes his coffee back to the balcony and stares out at the gray beast of a city. His eyes trace the lines of the Stalin Gothic buildings. Father off, he can see the imposing Ministry of Terror.
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 10, 2003 2:51:14 GMT -5
As I walk on in my somber mood, I feel a familiar presence. I don't know who it is, but as I search I see the silouette of someone standing on a balcony.
They seem familiar, but I cannot recognize the sense that I am getting. I walk up closer, whoever it is seems to be engrossed in something farther off. I take my hood down to get a clearer look at this person.
He is a man, I can't make out distinct features since the light is coming from behind him and his face is shadowed.
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