Post by rougecat82 on Nov 17, 2004 19:12:55 GMT -5
~A faint rhythmic beeping sound was heard through a fog of disoriented noises. Slowly this faint electronic noise forces hazel orbs to flicker open. The orbs were tainted gray showing the feeling of tiredness. Pale lips part to utter a soft moan as the eyes once again slip closed. The blinding white light against the white walls giving the beds occupant a headache as hands tremble to reach up towards the neck. Fingertips brush against the bandages that lay there soaked in two dots of blood. Twin puncture marks lay under the bandages throbbing with soft pain.~
The memory was so vivid it was like it had happened just yesterday not 50 years ago. But once more it woke Jesse out of a sound sleep. He sits up hastily and yelps as his head bangs against the coffin lid. He grumbles sleepily and pushes the persistent lid off the confounded bed. Sitting slowly he rubs his now sore head glancing around the darkened room. It was once again night and that meant time to hunt for his next meal though he felt like going to blood bar instead.
Slowly he places his feet onto the ground and bows his head slightly. His once all black hair hangs about him silver white streaks flowing through the strands it had occurred when he had begun to change. Though he remembers what happened to him in the hospital he could not remember the day he had been turned and who had turned him. Though it did not matter all he knew was he wanted to kill the bastard that did this to him and left him alone to deal with it on his own.
It had taken him most of these 50 years to cope with the new life and most of the time was spent watching his friends and family grow old without him and without knowing the truth about him. At times when he spied on them and their family he heard them talk about him wondering what happened to him and if they would ever see him again. He always had to leave then to return home to cry in peace. He wanted them to know him how he was but he knew that it was too risky.
Shaking these thoughts from his head he stands and walks to his dresser. Pulling out a pair of black leather pants that lace up the legs in front and leaves patches of skin showing he adds a black shirt to that as well. He also fixes his necklace that had been turned in his sleep so it was in front once more. The necklace had a single fang mounted in gold, the fang had been found in his neck and he knew it belonged to his sire. He kept it just as a reminder to himself of what the bastard had done to him. Pulling on the shirt and pants he laces the pants then pulls on a pair of black boots. Running a brush through his hair he walks out and onto the streets. Most of the lamps on this street had busted bulbs so he was used to walking through the dark and knew where to go.
Passing some cars that held vampires he walks into the side alley and enters through a rusty metal door. Looking around the room he sits at the only empty table and waits silently just watching for now. There were two men chained and dead behind the bar tubes in them to milk them dry of blood for waiting customers. There were also men and women strapped to tables dead or being killed for vampires sitting there. He was used to this sight though it used to bother him immensely.
But then again he had grown accustomed to a lot lately and over the last 50 years he had adjusted to moving around so no one would notice he never changed. He looked 18, which is how old he was when he was turned thankfully that fact allowed him to get a job. And he was currently working for a company at home making web designs and other computer related items. A man walks up to him and offers him a mug of thick warm blood and he waves it off not feeling like feeding much anymore. He was used to being alone here no one bothered him except the bar keep and only because he had to in order to get business.
Jesse soon lets his ears pick up the music and he lays his head on the table tapping his finger in front of his nose as he yawns softly. He would just stay here until he had to return home he would skip feeding for tonight knowing it would make him sick since he was thinking about his life as a human again. He had been doing that a lot lately and it was taking its toll since he kept skipping meals it was catching up on him slowly. But Jesse had no vampires with him nor humans the only ones he interacted with were his friends on line and his company and the bar keeper that was all. And for 50 years that was how it had been for him.
The memory was so vivid it was like it had happened just yesterday not 50 years ago. But once more it woke Jesse out of a sound sleep. He sits up hastily and yelps as his head bangs against the coffin lid. He grumbles sleepily and pushes the persistent lid off the confounded bed. Sitting slowly he rubs his now sore head glancing around the darkened room. It was once again night and that meant time to hunt for his next meal though he felt like going to blood bar instead.
Slowly he places his feet onto the ground and bows his head slightly. His once all black hair hangs about him silver white streaks flowing through the strands it had occurred when he had begun to change. Though he remembers what happened to him in the hospital he could not remember the day he had been turned and who had turned him. Though it did not matter all he knew was he wanted to kill the bastard that did this to him and left him alone to deal with it on his own.
It had taken him most of these 50 years to cope with the new life and most of the time was spent watching his friends and family grow old without him and without knowing the truth about him. At times when he spied on them and their family he heard them talk about him wondering what happened to him and if they would ever see him again. He always had to leave then to return home to cry in peace. He wanted them to know him how he was but he knew that it was too risky.
Shaking these thoughts from his head he stands and walks to his dresser. Pulling out a pair of black leather pants that lace up the legs in front and leaves patches of skin showing he adds a black shirt to that as well. He also fixes his necklace that had been turned in his sleep so it was in front once more. The necklace had a single fang mounted in gold, the fang had been found in his neck and he knew it belonged to his sire. He kept it just as a reminder to himself of what the bastard had done to him. Pulling on the shirt and pants he laces the pants then pulls on a pair of black boots. Running a brush through his hair he walks out and onto the streets. Most of the lamps on this street had busted bulbs so he was used to walking through the dark and knew where to go.
Passing some cars that held vampires he walks into the side alley and enters through a rusty metal door. Looking around the room he sits at the only empty table and waits silently just watching for now. There were two men chained and dead behind the bar tubes in them to milk them dry of blood for waiting customers. There were also men and women strapped to tables dead or being killed for vampires sitting there. He was used to this sight though it used to bother him immensely.
But then again he had grown accustomed to a lot lately and over the last 50 years he had adjusted to moving around so no one would notice he never changed. He looked 18, which is how old he was when he was turned thankfully that fact allowed him to get a job. And he was currently working for a company at home making web designs and other computer related items. A man walks up to him and offers him a mug of thick warm blood and he waves it off not feeling like feeding much anymore. He was used to being alone here no one bothered him except the bar keep and only because he had to in order to get business.
Jesse soon lets his ears pick up the music and he lays his head on the table tapping his finger in front of his nose as he yawns softly. He would just stay here until he had to return home he would skip feeding for tonight knowing it would make him sick since he was thinking about his life as a human again. He had been doing that a lot lately and it was taking its toll since he kept skipping meals it was catching up on him slowly. But Jesse had no vampires with him nor humans the only ones he interacted with were his friends on line and his company and the bar keeper that was all. And for 50 years that was how it had been for him.