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*~* Chapter 2 *~*
The shower didn't last nearly as long as I hoped it would, thought, even taking the time to blow-dry my hair, I as soon out of things to do in the bathroom, wrapped up in a towel, I crossed back to my room.
I dressed slowly in my most comfy sweats and then made my bed--something I never did. I couldn't put it off any longer, I went to my desk and switched on the computer:
I typed up the word legends in the google search bar and it took an unfuriatingly long time, of course. When the results come up, there was a lot to shift through, everything from movies and TV shows to role-playing games, underground metal, and Gothic companies.
Then I found a promising site, Legendary tribes. I waited impatiently for it to load, quickly clicking closed each ad that flashed the screen.
Finally,
the screen was finished, simple white background with black text, academic-looking. Two quotes greeted me on the home page. "Throughout the vast shadowy world of ghosts and demons there is no figure so terrible, no figure so dreaded and abhorred, yet sight with such fearful fascination, as the legendary man who ash himself, neither ghost nor demon, but yet who partakes the dark natures and possess the mysterious and terrible qualities of both." I read lightly to myself and then the writer . . . Reverend Montague Summers.
I blinked and continued on in interest. "If there is in this world a well-attested account, it is that of the vampires. Nothing is lacking; official reports, affidavits of well-known people, of surgeons, of priests, of magistrates; the judicial proof is most complete. And with all that, who is there who believes in vampires?" I read, leaning back into my chair, looking at the computer screen. The rest of the site was an alphabetized listing of all the different myths of vampires held throughout the world. The fist I clicked on, the Danae, was a Filipino vampire supposedly responsible for planting taro on the islands long ago. the myth continued that the Danae worked with humans for many years, but the partnership ended one day when a woman cut her finger and a Danae sucked her wound, enjoying the taste so much that it drained her body completely of blood.
I read carefully through the descriptions, looking for anything that sounded familiar, let alone plausible. It seemed that most vampire myths centered around beautiful women as demons and children as victims; they also seemed like constructs created to explain away the high mortality rates for young children and give men an excuse for infidelity. Many of the stories involved bodiless spirits and warnings against improper burials. Only three entries really caught my attention, the Romanian Varanasi, a powerful undead being who could appear as a beautiful, pale-skinned human, the Slovak Elapse, a creature so strong and fast it could massacre an entire village in the single hour after midnight, and one other, the Streisand benefice.
I clicked out of the window and shut down the computer, I stood from my wooden desk chair and stretched out with a yawn.
"You didn't lock the door to your house." Spoke Darl whom stood at the entrance of her bedroom door, I spun to face him, leaning back on the desk, my right hand over my chest, panting as nearly in fright. Darl stood there, wearing khaki dress pants and a coat, a white tucked in blouse and a simple, black and white checkered tie.
"It doesn't give you the right to march right into my home without permission." I say, simply dusting myself off, I returned my gave upon him.
After letting a few hours passed, after the tremendous time it took for me to get Darl Cunnigham to leave, I sighed, sitting at my desk.
"Why hasn't he come!?" I slammed my papers onto the floor, flung books at thw all, slammed her door closed.
The phone rang and I stared at the telephone, sniffling as I wipe my tearing eyes, I picked up the phone and cheered up before answering. "Mallory speaking." I said, waiting a reply. "I have been watching you, Mallory Pike," the voice was dark and you could hear breathing from the phone line.
"Who are you?" I hesitated as almost shaking, "Hello?" the call already ended, upon hearing this, i became very curious, i grabbed my halter and my pistols.
"This isn't funny!" I yelled angrily in tears dropping my pistol, I fell to my knees.
"Carlisle..." I used the back of my right hand to wipe the steaming tears away, picking up Carlisle's picture, setting it back on my desktop.
-to be continued to chapter 3-
 -Atems-Fairy- · Tue Dec 09, 2008 @ 09:26pm · 0 Comments |
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