Some time has passed since I've given you anything more than a literay post or an animal post. Grandma is now out of the hospital and in a care center. It's basically a nursing home. Mom says she is wanting to go home, so the family is looking into getting her someone to see to her health at home. I've said it once or twice that my Grandma would not do well in a nursing home. She is to stubborn and independent. I am not sure how long she will grace the earth with her wisdom, but I'm hoping she'll make it a little longer.
I'm not totally sure what to say. Work is moving at quite the pace. The kids are doing good. I love the kids. Sure, they can be demons when they want too but so can I. It's amazing how at times my co-workers can make the day go by faster or slower. It's amazing how people handle themselves at work. I'm not entirely sure why there has to be contention but at times it is never ending. Why can't we just get along with each other? The secret to work is to do what you told but add your own personal touch to it.
Any way, I am going to let you go.
It is so nice to be invited in for a meal but for now I will take my leave. As I walk out of her home, I come across a night watchman whose patrolling the streets. I stare wildly into his eyes. The fool is carrying only a lamp. I suppose, he thinks that he is brave but tonight he proves only that he is stupid. "Come to my aid! I need your lamp for just a minute." He did not speak a word to me. He reached out his lamp to me and in a flash I had his arm. It took some strength to drag him into a dark corner. "You will not move!" I order as my body transforms into a wolf.
I topple him to the ground. My sharp teeth tear through his clothes and deep into his flesh. Soon a gaping hole is present in his chest. I change back into my human form. Down on my arms and legs, I drink up the blood that squirts out of his chest with each pulse of his heart. The stone beneath him are covered in his blood. I feed just enough to subside my urge to feed heavily on my next victim.
I launch myself from the ground into the air and while air borne I change into a bat. As a bat I travel to the home that I visited earlier. Carefully, I scan each window until the boy. At last I find him, he's tucked under his covers with only his head showing. Calling out to him I say "Open your window, I want to play." He wakes from his sleep and opens the window. His eyes are glazed over as he stares at me as I fly through the open window. Once more I shift back into my human form. I call him forward into my waiting arms. "Child, I am your master. Tonight, I start your journey into the world of the night. You will carry the same curse that is also my burden." Lowering down my head, my fangs sink down into his flesh. Ever so slowly, my fangs remove themselves from the wounds in his neck. I draw just enough of his life essence so that my curse can enter his blood stream. I stare once more into his cold stare "Awake!".
As I give this command, his eyes spread wide with fear. I look at him as he shakes in fear. "Boy, your father placed the curse of vampirism upon me and for that you will be cursed also." I gaze into his eyes once more. "You will forget my visit with you tonight. I will return for the next two nights and on the last night you will travel with me to my castle. Now forget!" I now take my leave through the open window. Flying through the forest, I make my way back to my abode back to my coffin.
In my coffin, I carefully prepare for the next big attack. The church will pay for its actions against me. I'll turn this area on its knees. I think perhaps a plague of rats to eat their grains and spread the filth, how nice that sounds to my ears. Father Ene will drop to his knees.
Do you believe in things that go bump in the night? No, really do you? Leave me a comment if you do or if you don't. I already know that some of you do but be nice and let me know. I went to a presentation given by the NWI Chapter of Indiana Ghost Trackers last night. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. It was neat hearing about the investigation process and seeing some of the equipment. Not to mention hearing about some of Northwest Indiana's haunted places. I learned that ghost hunting isn't completely about finding a ghost. It's more about debunking. I think going in to a situation with the assumption that you won't find anything maybe pretty smart. What do you think?
I brought up some of the stuff that I've felt here at the house, and I thought I grabbed some attention from one of the speakers. Sadly, they can't work at the house because it's not in my name. Man, I wish my parents would allow it. I know there is something here. I feel it on an almost daily basis but I really hear or see anything at all. Starting tonight, there will be a journal kept of any activity that goes on. I don't really want there to be anything, but I want to know what's going on. Would you want someone chasing after you?
Personally, I wouldn't want someone harassing me. I wonder if they ever feel that way. Are we intruding on their turf? I'm sure there have been times when they've reacted to our presence. By the way yes I believe in the presence of spiritual beings, ghosts. There are things that we don't understand about the spirit world itself. All life has energy in it and some believe around it. We know scientifically speaking that you cannot destroy energy. It just changes form over and over again. So is it possible for the energy that makes up a person to get trapped somehow or perhaps to get lost along the way. In one piece of LDS doctrine, it says that ghosts are evil spirits. If this is true, why don't I fear it? Wouldn't it make sense to be afraid of something evil? I am deathly afraid of Ouija boards. I don't like them around me because I've always sort of felt like there were nothing more than a gateway so to speak.
Ouija boards, are they a mere game or a way to communicate with the dead? I am pretty convinced that somehow they work. It's possible that it could be some part of our subconscious that moves our hands. Nay… I believe that it's way more than that. I believe that whatever is contacted via the board is not contained within the board. I believe it is there with you at the moment in time. How does it leave? What power commands it to vanish? I'd rather take my chances with what's here in the house , than to go that route. Anyone else agree with me?
The nightmare is already more than I can bear. The mere thought spending an eternity locked in this form is more than I can handle. Don’t get me wrong, I have no problems taking a life but I cannot seem to get past the drinking of blood. Though given time, I’m sure that feeling will pass. For though the urge to feed is horrid, it’s like someone impaling two daggers into me, one in my head and one in my gut. Something deeper than my brain pushes me to kill and drink. It’s not an addiction. It is more an animal instinct. Today, I truly feel cursed but I also feel greatly blessed at the same time.
As a vampire, I’ve gained talents along with the curse. I have the strength of ten men. Shape shifting comes easy for us and only requires a mere thought. I can assume the form of any nocturnal animal and the mist. I have the ability to move objects of small size with my mind. I can also command the natural beasts with which I share the night. It’s a skill that has already come in quite handy during my hunts. I’ve grown quite accustomed to the wolves around my castle home. I have the power to place thoughts and suggestions into the minds of mortals. Hypnotism allows me to bite a human cow and erase me visit from their simple minds. I have decided to hunt the men who were responsible for forcing this curse upon my head. If I cannot kill them, they will suffer in some form or another.
Father Ene, the man who actually pronounced the curse upon my head shall be my first victim but I think something is more fitting. I’ve learned quite recently that the good father has a secret child. It’s his child, a fiu or son who will be my next meal. Unlike the other cows upon which I’ve feed this one, I will turn to a vampire. Now I must stop writing and feed.
I walk to one of my castle’s towers and transform into a bat. On leathery wings, I move through the forest till I come to the city walls. My guards have already marked the boy’s house. A white piece of cloth was laid in front of their home. I now watch the house for anyone to come out. A woman perhaps in her 30’s steps out of the house. I emerge from my hiding place and ask her “Excuse me may I come into your home so I can rest my weary legs?” She smiles before she speaks “Please come in and have some bread and milk.” Now that I have permission to enter her abode, I am free to come and go as I please. “Thank you for your offer of bread and milk but I had my dinner while traveling through the forest.” I pointed up the road which passes not only through the forest but is also the only road that leads to my castle. “You must not venture out tonight. You can stay here instead.” Silly woman, does she not know to whom she is speaking. “Do not worry about me! I am not afraid of the road nor am I afraid of that thing in the castle. I carry my cross within my coat.”
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Guys, I am really not feeling it at all. I see myself at the current age of 37 and I'm just not feeling it. I guess, what I'm getting at is the whole dating thing. I suppose I had a chance to date someone. Perhaps, I've had a couple of opportunities. Oh…there have been offers for sex, while those chances are tempting, there not what I'm looking for. I pop into gay.com and I just don't feel it. I pop into Lifeout.com and I just don't feel it. I'm not ready to call it quits on finding someone. I'm just tired of the trying. I'm giving up on trying to figure things out. Maybe that is for best really! After all, there is something to be said for love coming when you're not looking for it. Does it boil down to time? Is it due to karma? I question, why I'm searching. It's not about the searching; it's about who I'm looking for. I want someone who can keep up with me. I can be pretty fast on my feet. My thoughts are rambling right now so I'm going to let you go.
Do you realize that in just two months 2008 will die? In this year, I've brought you more plants and more animals. You got to meet some native animals in video. I've introduced you to my pets quite a bit this year. In the next few weeks, you'll see even more articles on animals and plants. I've also covered different environmental issues. You'll continue to see those articles posted to the blog. What I'm hoping to do next year is to show you even more animals and even more native animals. My hope is to raise your awareness on native species?
Yes, I want to focus more on native animals next year. I'll still cover the exotic critters but I want to raise awareness of what's around us. I see the need to show people what's around us. All to often we ignore the small things and embrace the larger animals. So I will bringing some new videos featuring new plants and new animals. I also want to start featuring ways to bring nature inside your house. If you have kids, you'll like this feature. All the new posts will be featured in the catergories of plants, animals, or science. Kids need to be exposed to nature.
Don't know where you are hiding but I want to tell you that I miss you. You helped me through some times and I don't even know why. I didn't think that I would miss you when our time was finally over. But now I'm seeing things from a different angle and I wish that you were here. It's funny sometimes how peopel come and go in your life. Like plays acted out on some massive stage, I don't think I'll ever forget what you've done for my life. Thanks Wally! Thanks for the friendship!
To those who read this work please allow me to introduce me myself, I am Marku Vulpes. I was born in the 1305 A.D. in Transylvania. My father, a lord, ruled over the region until the time that he was killed by the hands of his own people. They called him “monster” and even the church made wild claims against him. Their lies brought the force of the church down against my father. Not only did my father face excommunication but he was cursed by the church. A curse that forced his soul to wonder over the Earth and he would never face the damnation of hell or the glory of heaven.
After he died, my uncle stepped in and took the throne. He forced my mother and I into slavery. We spent six years in his service then at the age 16, I took the throne by force. My uncle was punished for the taking of my father’s throne and for placing my mother and I into slavery. I passed down judgment upon his head and his sons’ head. I ordered that they should be chained and entombed within the walls of one of the dungeon’s many cells. For this supposed crime and other supposed crimes, I was cursed also. Unlike my father, I will not fall to anyone.
My guards are loyal not only to me but to my family. They saw what happened to my father and each guard saw the price that was paid for when mistakes were made by those who served me. I would imagine that seeing one of your own being torn apart by wolves made a lasting impression. I will not tolerate failure in those who work around me. Even my own citizens complied with my wishes; they learned to follow the laws of the land. They understood that to disobey was too end up being treated like cattle. For each crime, there was a separate punishment. Treason was punished by being buried alive in the pauper’s end of the graveyard. Murder was punished by a forced leap from the top of my castle. Thieves were punished by the by being branded on the back. Someone who repeatedly stole from would find themselves owing their lives to me. More like giving their lives to me, I took their lives and put them where they deserved to be. I stole from them the very thing mattered most; I carved their hearts out from their chest. I took their lives and I took the part of the body that holds their emotions. Jump forward a few years by some twist of fate, I let my guard down one night. It was the church who ended my life.
A priest, a lowly priest, who was instrumental in the death of father, was also instrumental in my death. I succumbed to some form of poison. The poison took my life and before the church could steal away my body. My own guards stole me away and laid me in the soil in my own castle ground. One superstitious guard saw to it, that a place in the family crypt was ready for my rebirth. It just so happened that three weeks later the full moon was showing high above my castle. Its beams and the guard who preserved readied my resting place were there to welcome me. He welcomed me and had a prisoner who was not so willing to give me his blood. After digging through the dirt, I was tired and the thirst for blood compelled me to drink. My guard sliced the wrist of the prisoner to give me my meal.
Hearing those words floored me especially since they came from a friend who I thought knew me. It was interesting how she threw it out there. She flat it out threw it at me. I admit that there was a stinger in the words. So why does it matter?
It matters because I want to be me. Why shouldn't I be me? I know what is at risk. I also know what it means to be alone in a world filled with hate. I know what it's like to want to be in love, so why does it matter?
I have a right to be with the person that I love. It shouldn't matter to you or anyone else, where my happiness lays. As long as I am being honest and true to me and the person I'm with so why does it matter.
Why shouldn't I be with them? Don't we have every right to be happy as any other couple? Why shouldn't our rights be equal to yours? So does it matter? It matters because I matter and he matters too. Well, he will matter someday.