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September 10th, 2010
That sound.
It was not exactly that I had heard it… It was more that I had felt it.
What was this sound that is not a sound, you ask?
Change.
Changes taking place inside of me and taking place outside- in the world.
I feel my eyes opening, my fingers flexing, my muscles contracting and relaxing. I feel so many different things at once that I can’t distinguish one feeling from the other; the intensity with which I experienced them was painful and harsh.
This is not the same age that I remember. This one is new and much more exciting. It was a time of unfathomable ideas and images! You see, Sense is so much of who I am- It is embedded into the deepest part of my soul and crammed into every crevice of my body. The partner to Sense is Instinct. I lived my life by pure instinct- and that is what has kept me alive this long. I am awakened, and I feel…Thirst.
What is it that has revived my most important sense so soon? What wonderful, otherworldly power resurrected my most carnal, primal self as if pulling a disgruntled ghost from its desired grave?
Blood.
It is the force behind all others that walk this planet, and is the only thing that keeps me existing. I need blood to sustain me- to keep me able bodied and driven. That very desire is overwhelming me at this minute- so much so that my mind cannot reach the quiet rest it once was suspended in. This kind of torture is the most unbearable to me!
I might need to take a peek at this new world to quench my thirst and set my restless mind at ease.
Just a peek?
No, I cannot!
The one small peek I hunger for will lead to so much more; It will lead to destruction, heartache, and so much suffering.
But the hunger is so unbearable! For my own sanity maybe I should give in to this insatiable desire; Maybe, I’ll just take one quick look………
Oh well, now that I have disturbed the dirt above me that keeps me sealed away in the air of previous centuries, I have no choice but to look. Well, as is said- Curiosity killed the cat. That must have been one stupid cat.
This new world is intoxicating! The new scents are all consuming, and the sounds are things I could never have imagined in my wildest dreams (not necessarily that I can dream- In my wildest fantasies then)! And my surroundings have greatly changed; When I buried myself away this was a bare field and now it has become a grand forest!
My curiosity is piqued and has grown to get the better of me;
Of course now I shall need a better look. Within a second I am standing above dirt- and what a feeling it is to be standing after all these centuries!
The night seems to be brighter than before, so different than I remember. The trees too are different, greener, than I remember– A human!
I spin around and find myself face to face with a young woman about the age of seventeen, “Кто – Вы? Какой год является этим?” (Who are you? What year is it?) I rasp out to her, my voice scratching up my throat and running into her ears like sandpaper.
The girl is staring at me as if I have two heads. I must frighten her greatly as she then begins screaming…. If you can even call it that. It was a pitiful attempt to escape; her voice cracked, the attempt more than useless- It didn’t last very long at all. With a roar in my throat, I lunge at her, tear into her jugular and drain her body of its life.
Her body grows limp, useless, so I drop it. The young girl’s blood is all over me, and yet, I smile at the thought that what used to keep her alive now will, me. Her blood is put to better use serving the greater good; a God for instance…
‘Pitiful waste of life and space,’ I think of her dead self for only a second in my mind. Using my left foot I shove the body into the ditch that had been my home for as long as I could remember. This girl was taking my place, for now it was too late– I couldn’t turn away from blood again– I had too long been craving it and would wait no longer.
The God I wrote of before, that God is myself.
-Gabriel
