VAMPIRES WILL NEVER HURT YOU: MOONLIGHT HUNT

VAMPIRES WILL NEVER HURT YOU:

MOONLIGHT HUNT

I looked around. The snow was deep and it was making my movements slower. My breath was much hotter than the air, it was going out from my mouth like steam.

This winter was cold. Colder than the last one. I was wearing a warm long black coat, but I was just freezing. Usually no one dares to come out of his warm home in a winter like that.

Except tonight.

I stopped to take a breath. I lent an ear. Nothing-it was very quiet. Only a squirrel was moving somewhere above me. But I knew they were there. I could smell them. Their anger. Their fear…

I stared back. There was no one behind me. But I knew they were coming. They were always there. Always there to catch you. And if you let them catch you, they will kill you.

The garlic doesn’t help.

The holy water won’t help them too.

But the spike…

The spike kills.

You can’t run away. I couldn’t run forever. One day they will catch me. But I hope that won’t be tonight.

My biggest fear was that they will catch me in daytime, while I’m asleep. And if they do that, I would never wake up. I’ll be dead forever.

I was dead once. I didn’t like it. It was very boring, staying in that stupid coffin for years. And then…

Then I became a vampire.

And you know what? Vampires will never hurt you.

If you’re reading that, then I’m dead. If you’re reading that, they finally did it. They finally caught me. And if they catch you, they never let you go alive. No one will remember me. Vampires have no friends, no relationships.

Everybody hates us. But no, they don’t only hate us. They’re afraid of us. They’re afraid that we’ll suddenly go mad, grab them and bite them and drink their blood. What idiots. We are not that stupid. And you know what? I’ve never killed anyone. I drink animals’ blood. It’s even healthier.

It started snowing. I looked the snowflakes flying gracefully around me. Then I continued through the snow. I knew I’m leaving footprints and they could trace me, but I couldn’t hide the footmarks. The snow was too deep. And, besides, they had dogs. The dogs can recognize my smell wherever I go. We, the vampires, smell different than humans.

While I was walking fast between the trees, I heard shouting far behind me. Oh, no. They were coming. I quickened my pass. I heard the shouting again, this time closer. God, they were fast, too fast. And I needed a rest. But that wasn’t a game. I couldn’t get a time-out. There was no time for break. That’s something much more dangerous than a game. That was…

Hunt.

In that hunt only one survives. Or no one. But there always are victims.

I heard voices and I started running. They were coming…

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Never let them take you alive. Or death.

I tried to breathe more quietly. A twig painfully stuck in my shoulder. I wanted to moan, but I had to keep silence. I flicked the twig and I stared down.

Under me the dogs smelled the ground. They were big brown hounds, very strong and obviously aggressive. The humans didn’t have arrived yet. Suddenly one of the dogs bayed at me.

Shit.

Well, at least I tried.

The tree was high. Don’t ask me how did I climb it, it was very hard and now all I wanted to do was to lay down and sleep. I was so tired of all this running.

But I had to do something.

I looked at the dog and tried to show it who is the boss. Obviously the dog was still thinking that it was the boss, so it continued calling the people. Okay, then I had to do it the hard way.

I jumped down. All the dogs showed me their teeth, but they didn’t attack me. They knew that their masters want me alive. And somehow they felt that they can’t kill me just like that.

But fortunately for the dogs I could kill THEM.

And I did it.

I grabbed the first hound and bit it hard. The dog tore my hands with its claws. I screamed, but I continued biting it ‘till it died. Then I threw the body away.

And that was what the other dogs were waiting for.

The second attacked me from my left side, but I was faster, I grabbed it and I stroke my fangs into it. I didn’t drink much, only a few milliliters, maybe a liter, but that gave me power. Now I wasn’t feeling tired at all.

I looked the other hounds and they moved a few steps away from me. They were looking scared. And they had a reason-they knew that if they threaten me, they will be dead.

-Run!-I warned them.

The dogs turned back and ran away. I smiled contently.

-Fuckers.-I muttered. Then I continued through the snow.

I didn’t know if the dogs will come back to their masters, but maybe they would. So I had to hurry up.

Suddenly I heard something and I stopped.

A human?

Maybe. “Run!”-I told myself, but something made me stop. I felt that if I continue that road I’ll get right to their hands. I shouldn’t go there.

Another sound, this time from the left. I decided that it’s better to hide. I stepped back, looking around for a place to hide and I saw a cleft between the roots of one tree. It was large enough to hide a man. I quietly got in and stared through the hole.

I saw movement between the trees. In a second I recognized a tall man with a white winter jacket, which was perfectly blending with the snow. If I didn’t have my good night vision, I wouldn’t see him.

The man was carrying a spike.

Damn!

I looked at my wristwatch. It was 4:56 AM. Almost five. Soon the sun would come up. Bad for me. The sun hurts us, it burns our skin. I knew that if I don’t get out of here to the sunrise I will be dead.

Another man joined the first one. He was shorter and I could see his face-he had blond hair and grey eyes, which were looking around nervously. The men stood next to each other and the first one said something that I couldn’t hear. The other one answered:

-The creature is somewhere here, I can feel that. The dogs can feel it too.

The first man was talking quietly and I couldn’t hear him well again. The blond guy was apparently surprised.

-Two dogs dead?! What a monster! It has to die.

Something hurt me from the inside. Maybe it was the thought that I am a monster. Was I? I didn’t think so. But it was painful to hear people talking about you like that.

Hate hurts.

The men told something to each other and then they separated. The tall guy went right, but the blond one was going right in my direction.

I didn’t want to kill anyone. The thought about killing scares me. But if I don’t have a choice…

I lunged forward and I pushed the guy on the ground. He dropped his spike and he tried to reach and get it back, but I didn’t let him. I kicked the spike in the bushes.

The man tried to shout, but I squeezed his throat.

-Help…-he wheezed.-G…George! Help…

-Shut up!-I warned him.-Or you might get hurt.

-Help…

-I said…-I pressed his throat harder.-…SHUT UP!

He felt unconscious. I left him like that and I run away from that place.

While I was running, I looked at my watch again. It was 5:07 AM. Very bad. I looked up the sky. It was brighter and near the horizon it was becoming something between orange, yellow and pink. The sunrise was coming…

And the humans too. I heard their voices. I smelled them. I felt them. These two guys didn’t come alone. The others were coming for me…

I rushed forward.

* * *

Now the sky was half-pink. I got scared about my health. For a first time I preferred the spike. At least my skin wouldn’t fall of the bones. But if the light gets me…That would be painful and it would be an ugly view.

I heard noise, which startled me. I tripped and I fell on the ground. The snow filled my eyes and my mouth. I coughed and I tried to get up, but I felt terrible pain in my leg, so I crashed back down moaning. I had to hurry up, I had to get out of this place, but I couldn’t, not now, not with that pain. I needed blood and I regretted that I didn’t drink the blond guy’s blood, but I knew that if I did, I would feel guilty now. Very guilty.

I heard voices somewhere behind me and I tried to get to some cover, dragging my leg behind me. Maybe it was broken.

The voices got closer and I felt the fear inside me. I felt like bait or like an animal, traced by beast.

I continued trying to hide in the bushes, but they seemed so far to me. The snow was wetting my clothes and my hair.

-Here is it!-shouted someone behind me.

“No!”-I thought, but I couldn’t make a sound.

-Get him!-said another one.

And then they came. Like a snow-slip they attacked me and I didn’t have enough time to defend myself. I was trapped.

At first I tried to strike back. I bit one man, but there was another one behind him.

-Kill the god damn animal!-someone screamed.-Kill it! Kill it!

I was biting and scratching, trying to hit them, but I was only one and they were so many.

Sometimes comes time that you can’t run away.

I felt pain in my shoulder and red blood splashed on the white snow. The man stroke again and this time he hit my liver. Blood was coloring the snow in red. I screamed, but no one paid attention on me. No one cared that I feel pain just like them. They just wanted me dead.

I saw the spike sweeping down against me. I closed my eyes and I felt the last pain in my life. Pain in my vampire heart. The spike stuck deep in my chest. The last thing I saw were the men with white clothes running around me, shouting that I am an animal, a monster, giving advices to each other and swearing at me. Not exactly the thing that I wanted to see for last. And then…

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If you’re reading this I’m already dead. I f you’re reading this, know that they are evil. Know how to defend yourself. The different are being killed, because they’re complicating the world of the common.

If you’re reading this, then they’re finished with me and are looking for another victim.

That victim can be YOU.

You have to know one thing:

Vampires will never hurt you.

Humans will.

Watch out for them if you don’t wanna get hurt.

And don’t forget who you are. YOU are one of us.

So long…

…and good night.

Old vampire movies

A few days ago I thought of the old vampire movies. I've never watched one, but I've seen parts of them and I find them very cool and a kinda funny. So I found these photos on the internet and I thought it would be cool to post them here. When I saw the last one I was like: wtf? omg! lol!
Whatever, I think about watching an old horror movie soon and I'm gonna tell you what was the story like and if I liked it or not. :) Okay, vampires, have a nice day and bye from me for now
Bad Blood.

DESOLATION OPERATION. Chapter 2: Ghosts Or Damaged Mind

CHAPTER 2: GHOSTS OR DAMAGED MIND

Richard took the newspaper from the shelve and checked the date. 23. 04. 2006. Finally the one he was looking for! He looked the first article. On the first page was a big photo of an old house-the house behind the hill, where he went before this day. He looked the title: “TERRIBLE ACCIDENT IN A COUNTRY HOUSE. OLD MAN KILLED.” Richard paid attention on the last word: “killed”. He knew it wasn’t on purpose, but he wondered if it was possible…
Actually Richard Blacknight lied that he wants to watch the match, but he just couldn’t say “I’m going to investigate some things about you tonight, Mrs. Crow”, right? He just had to do his job and that included suspecting everything and everyone. He started reading the article. There wasn’t anything interesting, at least anything he didn’t know, but words like “shocking”, “terrible” and a few “sad”-s. Richard told himself it would be more proper if the writer of the article used the word “painful” more times. The vampire thought it would be more proper if the writer of the article used the word “painful” more times. He jumped through the window though. He could feel the pain, even for a moment, but he could. That was the bad sight of being dead-his nerves still existed and they were reacting to pain, cold, hot and stuff like that. The good sight was that this wasn’t causing him problems and the sensations were quick and short, but they were stronger and, often-so painful that they could break you if you can’t control yourself. Whatever, the article wasn’t something interesting, but Richard circled some parts of it with a marker anyway. He looked for some information about Mr. and Mrs. Crow, but he couldn’t find any. So he decided to take a look at the letters he found. He didn’t leave the library-he just sat in one of comfortable sofas.
Richard just loved being in libraries, since he was a kid. He liked them, because they were quiet and peaceful and no one could disturb him there. No one read books anymore and the libraries were almost always empty. That was sad.
And he just loved the smell of the old books. It was remaining him of his early childhood. His father was a librarian and Richard spent the most of his time in the library reading or imagining stories. And then, after the thing happened…
Enough.
Richard sighed. It was like a rule only for himself-“don’t think about before. It’s painful and you’ll be sorry. Think about now.”
That’s what he did-he opened his suitcase and took the letters. “Think about now.” The vampire shook his head to dispel the memories.
All the letters were old and frayed. They were put in one big brown envelope, which Richard pulled out of the bag. He carefully opened it and took one of the letters, one of the oldest. It was in yellow envelope and it was written “For my true love” on it. The vampire felt guilty reading things like this, but then he calmed himself that if the woman gave it to him, then everything is all tight. So he opened it and took the thin paper out. The strange thing he noticed was that it wasn’t looking as old as the envelope. It was a white quite new notebook page, but obviously someone tried really hard to make it look old. It was thumbed, but it was obvious that it was…fake? Definitely.
Richard checked the other letters and he found out that they were faked too. Most of them were some love letters to Mrs. Crow, only a few were from friends, but they seemed real. Except them, the only authentic letter was a bill from a restaurant, but he didn’t pay attention on it. Anyway, he came to this conclusion- Mrs. Crow was cheated, or, more likely, she faked the letters.
And she was lying from the very beginning.

Toothbrushes

The vampire's toothbrushes have hard life-they always have to deal with more red stains than usual. But, you know-vampires just have to take care of their teeth-their life depends on them! So, don't forget to use your toothbrushes, kids, or you're pass the dinner!

American Vampire

Have you ever read "American Vampire"? It's FUCKING AWESOME! That's a comic book, written by Scott Snyder, art by Rafael Albuquerque. It's obviously a story about vampires, but not vampires like in 'Twilight'. These vampires are different-twice bloodier and more than twice cooler (because these from Twilight aren't cool at all). The story starts in the Wild West, where the bank robber Skinner Sweet is captured. While he's trying to escape, he's bitten by the european vampire banker Percy, who was trying to kill him. He almost did it, but a drop of his blood fell into Skinner's eye and turned him to a vampire. But a new kind of a vampire-American vampire with new powers and characteristics: he can walk on full sunlight and on first sight nothing can kill him, even the wood, which kills every vampire. Then the story moves into the '20s. A young actress is attacked on a party of the movie director B. D. Bloch by he and his vampire friends. She was almost dead, when Skinner Sweet found her and turned her into a vampire like him. Then the story continues with many battles and fights and more and more BLOOD. It's more than cool, I advice you-READ IT! You won't regret.


























Skinner Sweet and Pearl Jones...

Doctor V.'s advices

HELLO, VAMPIRES! HERE YOU'LL FIND HOW TO SOLVE YOUR PSYCHICAL PROBLEMS. IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS, ASK DR. V! The vampires have their problems too. If you need help or just a tip, here is the right place to find the solution. Me, I am Dr. V, as you already know, I have 53 diplomas and I am expert in everything about blood. I've helped over 300 vampires. And if you're reading this, then you are one of them.


You have drinking problem?
You drink more and more blood an you just can't get enough? You're that addicted that you can't eat anything else? Your friends are afraid of you because of that? That won't be a problem anymore! Here is the solution: at first try to replace the blood with something else. It won't be easy at the beginning and you'll need one or two drops a day, but soon you won't need any. Choose something you like-it can be coffee, coke, juice, wine or even water. It doesn't matter, you just have to enjoy drinking it that much, that you'll forget the blood. Just don't get despaired and it will work out!















You have problems with the overweight?
That's because the blood contains too much calories. You're becoming fat if you overdo with it. So you have to eat dietetic meals like this form the picture-Pork blood and something in chilli sauce. If you mix the blood with something else, it will me healthier than if you eat only blood. That's the point-if you want to become thinner, you have to eat less and to practice sports (like Night flying for example).

If you have questions, ask! Expect a new post soon.

DESOLATION OPERATION. Chapter 1, part two.

The rain stopped. Richard smiled and FINALLY lighted a cigar. Hmm, that was better.

-The window is built in a way that no one can fall through it.-explained he.-You husband didn’t fall accidentally, that’s for sure.

-So someone pushed him, right?

-Hmm.

Richard Blacknight stared at the window over him. Well, there was another possibility…

-Or he jumped.

-What?!-amazed Grace Crow.-No, no, no, my husband wouldn’t do that! He had no reasons for suicide!

-You’re sure?-he looked at her and put on sunglasses.-He had no enemies, no reasons for killing himself, you haven’t argued…it seems like your husband was a saint, Mrs. Crow. Was he?

The woman looked at him angry, but she didn’t say anything. The vampire smiled.

-Yeah, that’s what I thought.

-But…You don’t understand! Harold was a good person!

Richard came closer took the glasses off. His eyes were shining red.

-You’re hiding something from me, Mrs. Crow. And I’m gonna find out what it is.

After he said that, he turned around and went back in the house.

-Wait…You don’t believe me?-asked the woman and fallowed him.

-I’ve never said I don’t believe you. I’m just saying you aren’t telling me everything.

Grace Crow opened her mouth to say something like “How dare you…”, but she changed her mind. She said:

-When you jumped through the window…You said something weird. You said you’re already dead. What was that supposed to mean?

-That I am dead, Mrs. Crow. Don’t forget I am a vampire. I just have to be dead.

-So…you really are dead?! No, I can’t believe that.

Richard stopped.

-Why did you call me, Mrs. Crow? I guess it wasn’t for discussing my life condition and my…hmm, breathing problem. I thought I’m here for doing my job and that’s what I’m going to do.

That closed the subject.

He came back in the living-room and took a look at the cupboards. There were only useless things like empty notebooks, broken old telephone, pencils, tablecloths, a hat… He opened the last cupboard and finally found something interesting-letters.

-Can I check these out, Mrs?-he asked the woman.-They aren’t too personal, aren’t they?

The woman sighed.

-Whatever, take them. I hope they’ll help you solve the mystery.

-I hope so.-smiled Richard.-What are they all about?

-Oh, I don’t know. Just old letters.

The vampire took them and put them in his little black suitcase. He looked at his watch.

-Oh, I have to go.-said he and smiled widely.-I don’t wanna miss the baseball this evening. Goodbye, Mrs.

Without waiting her to answer, Richard left the house.

END OF CHAPTER ONE.

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