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The Solemn Death
This has been taking a bit longer than i thought…gonna have to spend the night writing…but im sure ill be posting Chapter 2 by tomorrow!
Distilled Reaction Pt. 1 (The Solemn Death)
I drove to the river on the farthest part of town. It’s been cut off from the community. It is a toxic waste dump now. So it is perfect to throw the body into. I severed the head from the body because I know that if I leave it, the man who was once my snack would be a vamp like me. I can’t have that. I turned so many people in the past. But that was when I was a new born vampire. I look at my watch and the hands point to 5:30 AM. I once heard that there was a safe house for vampires in this part of town. So I take the car and drive deeper into the outskirts of town. I must hurry. The sun was behind me and luckily this car is fast. I reach the safe house and knock on the door.
“What’s the code?” A figure said.
Immediately I recognized that voice. It was an old friend of mine who I grew up with when I was little.
“Anthony! You fucking idiot! You don’t remember who I am?
“Leon?” He replied
He swung open the door and told me to hurry up and get inside before anyone sees me.
“Hell, it is you! Right here in the flesh!”
The air in the room is slightly damp. I am repulsed by it. I don’t really want to spend the next 12 hours waiting till the sun went down. The room is decorated in an old style. Gothic. So typical. I can see that some of the stereotypes for vamps are true. As for me, I tend to stick to my own ways of fashion.
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Anthony is an older man than me, been there for me like a father. He is built like a like a lumberjack, with the thick broad shoulders and a hairy chest. He is wearing a black wifebeater and black leather pants. Personally I used to have a heartthrob on him, but I never knew how he truly felt about me. He hugged me as soon as the door was shut. The hug itself felt so euphoric. I took a deep smell of his body odor. It still smelled the same as always to me. Musky and sweet, with a tad of cigarette smoke. Just the way I like it. He always had that fatherly touch in his movement, and held me tight. It felt like nothing else mattered. It felt like he had been there with me from the start.
“Is anyone else here?” I asked.
“No” He said.
“Can I ask you something?” I asked as my voice turned almost to a whisper. I was still in his arms with my head resting on his chest.
