pt 1

     You think you know me, you know me.....Bathe in blood.....And then there's me...yea... the Enigma's little brother.... the Master's Protégé... the silent one of the group.... yes... the little guy who gets picked on because I'm just 'too small'. Well excuse me if I happen to see differently. Things just don't really go my way.. if you get what I mean... Please, do let me explain.....   It all started when my 'big brother'entered the WWF.... He was huge as you all know... the ladies loved him.. the guys thought he was cool... it was all heaven to him..... then came Gangrel.... Those two 'coincidentally' had a history between them..... then some how I got dragged into all this.... yep... me.... The silent little prick who stands around and gets his ass kicked in the ring....hey can you actually tell me when I last won a match? You know.. I'm the Bubbles of the Powerpuff girls... except she kicks more ass then I ever will..... Please tell me you see something wrong in this? You see... I'm pictured as the cute innocent one..... hey.. you could just wrap me around your neck if you want... make me into your little hopless bitch... How about just stuff me and hang me on your wall? Would you like that? Hell..I'm the ordinary one....... but ordinary is just not good enough today.....for me.... nor ever... cause this has got to end... How much am I going to fake? My little wings make me fly ... hell they burned off ages ago.....and the little halo above my head, geez I need a bloody stick to keep it up there. As for the horns and tail... I don't see them... I see a lot worse... Why? I'm dead enough to be alive in something that means nothing to me... And that's me... Christian..... do you know what I'm going to do? I don't think so.....  I'm going to change all this... I'm going to change all this... Why? I'm going to change all this... doesn't anybody ever learn? It took me a fuckin long time.... Well... think about tomorrow... think of me.... and think of this.....You think you know me?Bathe in blood.....NOW think of me... you think you know me? You'll soon be bathed in blood... but tell me who's do you think? Not mine that's for damn sure.... call this jealousy if you want.... play your little games and I'll play mine.....I can go a lot deeper than the fangs and screams.... Hey... I keep going..you just go harder.... But don't worry at all.... you can go home... scatter away... because... if you want to end a problem.. you go to the source of it.... and I know the two..... Call me crazy.... but I'll call myself smart....... smart enough.... to do....... a lot more... than merely hurt.......... Everyone and their weak morals... keeps them hanging somewhere where there is no rope for support... and me? Well..... maybe you'll be bathed in blood very soon... I know I will.... and unlike some.... I'm gonna love this.....Black cats and guitars hold the strings tight... Maybe I'll slip into your life.. none the less..... you'll be in blood.... Do you know of who? Well...I just have my own little secrets, hey, maybe I'll let you in on one.....I hate.... I hate so much.... that I need a kill.... a kill..... how about two?  The source of my problems perhaps? Maybe I'll leave that decision till a little later.....Or maybe I can handle that now... I'll only be a minute....

pt 2

Let me take a break first... let me tell you about my history..... You see... I was born in 1684. My mother, Alaria, was the fairest of fair in all the land....she loved me more than life itself... she gave me everything and more. Even as a mere baby, I was showered in riches.... even after my father's death. Nobody knows, even to this day what happened to him... but for some reason I think I do... But that's a story for another time. Be patient...you'll find out soon enough.... I enjoyed my childhood to the fullest...my mother and I played for hours on end everyday... but then came that one day out of everyday.... My house was raided... my mother and I were forced out.... and watched as the fierce guards burned our home to ashes. I clung to my mother's dress... not knowing why those men were there....then it all hit me. I was pushed aside while my mother was dragged away, screaming and kicking furiously as they dragged her off to her fate...A huge stake was hoisted in the center of town..... the pile of hay surrounded it... I was only a young boy.. 8 years old to be exact..... I watched as she was hung at the top... the top of the mast... and listened as the people spoke....."Burn in hell witch Alaria! Go back to Satan to reclaim the soul you had forsaken! Leave the earth and never return as we will be waiting! Burn daughter of the Devil!" I watched as they brought the fire over..blazing on a stick.... flaring sparks jolted easily..... I watched... as the flames burned through the hay... devouring it.. and then my mother... her screams of woe ripped through my heart.. as I watched everything burn....as I watched my mother burn.... I stared.... that was all I could do...I stared at my mother...... she turned to ashes right before my eyes....she burned to ashes.....The fire was soon all over... it engulfed her whole...it laughed at me as it took her away... from my life... away from me...now an 8 year old boy left alone...... Rain quickly followed after the sentencing.... it drenched my aching soul... as I made my way across....across to the stake.... My mother no longer hung there..... no.. it was all ash and dust.... washed down the street as it followed the lead of the flowing water.... "Mother...."  That word escaped my lips....and still does.... I looked further down.. and saw that silver Cross.....That silver Cross my mother had forever treasured..... how she named me....That Cross, lay uncharred, glistening into my eyes.... as I bent down to reach it.... the hot metal seared my skin as it rolled across my neck...and slipped down my chest...... Now it lays near my heart.... now I hold my mothers heart....  She was not a witch... she was wrongly accused....but who would believe an 8 year old boy? Oh hell..... the will someday...even if it kills me.... But that it would never do... for you see... it took me years.... but even before that.. it hurt me just as hard......Now I wonder the streets... a lonely 18 year old man..... 10 years after my mothers death.... I had scavenged and sacrificed for 10 years... sleeping on the streets for 10 years.... eating scraps for 10 years... rummaging through everything possible for 10... log fuckin years.......... Even now.....I still get hurt.... I walk down the streets..... the lone fires only dimly bring it to life.... I walk alone.... but only for a few lone seconds......The screams and wild yells..... the punches to my gut... ripping off my chain and hauling it to the ground.... the blood trickles down my eyes... as if I was crying.... but it would soon be followed by the blood trickling down my neck.... the leader of the group.... the Gangrel... had just chosen me for his pray..... His jagged fangs break the surface of my flesh.....gnawing away the skin.... and the lunging them in... his tongue lapping away the blood that escapes me.... enjoying his catch of the day.... His group laugh away their hunger and jealousy as they attack me even further....my mouth bleeds and I lay in my own crimson liquid as they leap into the night sky and escape in a flash.... while there I lay.... still soaked in red.... all over.... in red...... But there across me.. it lays too.... also soaked in red.... the silver chain I had worn for 10 years... and always will.....Reaching... reaching over... grasp it....give it to me.... it reaches into me.... and finds its way around my neck....as I feel my Mother in it again.... but still.... I lay there.... in the red... the crimson liquid that forms around me..... as my eyes find their way shut... and the night sky takes over.......
pt 3

"Hey.. Hey wake up...." "W- What?" "Wake up! Have you been sleeping on the street all night long or something?" "Street?" "Yes....street..... long things... we walk on them.... you got amnesia or something?" "What's amnesia?" "Ok...come on... let's get you outta here...."The strange man.... with beautiful flowing gold hair that reflected the sun's rays..... his face so radiant.... I can only question......He practically carries me to his... home.......  We arrive at this... unusually large structure of something so solid.. so tough.... is this some sort of magic? What is this? "Ok fella... what's your name?" "Name? Oh er.. I'm ......Christian....""Alright...I'm Adam... you can stay in my place for a while..." I leave him... for some reason he has a rather.. upset look on his face.... what would I know about it? I look over the strange objects in the possession of this..... home.... There seems to be some sort of paper on this wall...... writing all over... its so hard to read this..... form of english......But there's one thing that catches my eye most of all..... 4 numbers put together...."1974""Adam...what does this mean?""The year..1954....." "The year???" "yeee--yes..." What? Excuse me? "Hey tell me Christian... when were you born?" "1684......" He sort of glares at me.... and bursts into laughter...."What's so funny?" "Christian...if you were born in 1684.... you'd be almost 300 years old!" What....may I add..... just happened? Don't tell me.... I've been lying on that ground for 200 years? My thoughts were cut short as clear material was sent hurtling in my direction....They just sliced me....what kind of magic am I dealing with now? "Hey are you all right? Damn that glass.... but most of all... this bloody storm....." What a storm indeed.... the wind howled at me.. the rain came pouring through the open hole.... I could barely see outside..... it was like a mist.... a heavy fog....  That's where I gotta go... out there....  "Hey..where are you off to?" "Out there....." Frozen footsteps... one after the other... carefully enough......" I step through the rain through it all..... but I've got company too..... and I can't even see where I'm going.......
pt 4

One step....one more..... Why do I even try walking through this thick mist? Why am I doing this? Some sort of attraction has me on its lead... I still continue to tread.. through the mist of it all.... sired by the heavy rain that prisons me.... but not for long..... What is it? What am I looking for? Is there some sort of door that I can walk through? Is there a picture that I can paint? Is there a bed that I may rest upon? What is it? I can see so much gray..... So much black and white..... and little flashes of yellow too..... walking down this 'street'... no one notices the yelling and screaming... coming from both of us... yes..... me and Adam.... Why is he following me? Is he the angel trying to save me from hell? Is he someone..... like a friend? Funny.. I never had one of those before..... "Christian!!! Christian!!!!" Adam's voice echoes out in then open skies even as the rain comes down upon us...... "Where on earth are you going? Christian!!! Come back!!!" "Over there...over there!!!! Adam!!! It's over there!!!" I can't see it... but I know it's there...."What is over where??? Do you even know what you're looking for? Christian!!!" "Adam, Adam I'm----" runs turns to walks... realizing so much... as I stand there...Adam beside me now.... "Lost...." he answers for me.... ".... yea...." Lowering my head.. I fumble with the pebbles on the street... my desperate attempts at finding something I know can't possibly exist.... had completely blinded me.... just as the tears swelling in my eyes are doing now....Loosing my will to even stand..... I'm on my knees now... I land with a silent thud..... on my knees... resting upon myself.... Shaking... trembling wet hands of mine.... my fingertips looking for my face... tracing my skin around my eyes, starting under.... then working softly around as my hands meet and clasp together........ as I sob into them.... the screams are only quite moans... as my face and hands burn forcing me to feel sick in the somber night of rain and thunder.....Continuing to damage my weakened state.... pounding against my frozen body....the drops of clear wet.... finds home against me... beating me....hastening down my tired back.... working its way though my clothing.... chilling my already freezing skin.... It's as if so many a stone.... are falling upon me.... trying to slash my damaged mound of blood..... all it does... is just hurt...Soft tears rush against my skin.... as I still continue.... Only to be joined by a consoling arm around me.... holding me close to him.... as the sky looks upon us both...... And continues its doings... just as I will mine..... Tender words escape his lips.... as I follow his every command.... "Adam.... I'm so sorry...." "Hey...there's a home..... for both of us.... let's go..." Adam has to pick me up and almost carries me... my arm draped around his shoulder..... I don't know what..... How can such a person put up with all this... follow after me in frightening storms.... listens as I cried into the dark.... holds me before I collapse.... In such little time... in which I've known him...I feel so... so.... I don't know what.... But he seems like someone I've been longing for, for so long.. and never seen..... like a lost part of my soul.... but what I do know..... he's the answer to my prayer......He's my prayer.....

pt 5
I'm now back at Adam's house.... he rushes frantically to get the towels around my shoulders... not even taking a single breath for himself.... Hey... there's that piece of paper on the wall again... why does it look so different? Crawling seems like dragging as I practically feel like I'm hauling myself....What does this paper of time say now? "1984" Excuse me? Didn't that just say 19... what was it... 74? What? And where did I suddenly decide to change the way I speak and think? Excuse me?  "uh... Adam.. I ring out... can you help me for a second? I seem to be a little..... confused....""Sure, what's up little bro?" Did he just call me little bro? "Little bro? What's that?" "Little brother..." "Why?" "Just because we happen to be born to the same mother and father....." I just kind of leave the conversation there for now... Thoughts get drowned as Adam hurriedly tries to dry me off.... "Say Jason..." WHAT did he just call me? "Jay, you've been acting a little strange over the past few days... you're seriously scaring me... what were you thinking when you ran out in the middle of a tornado? And you even seem to forget..... that you happen to be my brother and why are you staring at me like that?" "Because I have no idea what you're talking about......"
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     "What do you MEAN you have no idea what I'm talking about?" Temper's rising...but why? "I don't understand......" "What don't you understand? I'm your big brother... Jay, listen to me... I'm your big brother and I care about you.... now tell me... what is going on?" I can only stare into those baby blue eyes of his.... and I see.... what do I see? I can see me... an I see.... mother? Alaria? "What? No..... get away from me!!!" "What? Jason what are you talking about? Hey!!! Where are you going? Jay!!!!!" I don't know what came over me.... I just ran out the house..... back into the pouring rain that slammed its fists back into me..."Christian!!" "What did you just call me?" "I called you Christian? Don't you even remember your own name now?" Adam struggles to yell over the thunder the flashes behind him...... "But you just called me..... no! Get away from me!!!" "Christian!! Where are you going??" I look besides me.... a young club sign batters back and forth...... with the numbers "1974" imprinted on it.. what the hell is going on? "Christian!!! Don't go there!!!" I don't hear anything he says.. I just keep running further and further away.... "Adam... Wh-" My voice trails off.... The wind, the shivering night air pushing against me as if trying to crush me.... trying to tear me apart...... in midair...that's what's actually happened here.... am I falling? "Christian!!!!" His voice runs back and forth in my ears.... Christian... Christian.....his voice.... his beautiful voice...... Adam..... where are you? I can't see... I can't block the pain....The sudden shift of cold claws into me... shifting my worlds completely.... It's like there are 100 needles stabbing me relentlessly..... Where am I now? No... NO! Swift creatures swirl around me..... bearing their fangs..... only, only.... their not really fangs...
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     The throbbing... the pain..... I'm dragged to a watery grave built especially for me....rugged rocks dig into my sides... only it's not the rocks....... breath....please breath.... no I can't.... help me.... further... and further I go...under...... away from the light... as the red rushes past me to freedom.....Breath please!! Let me go!! I can't breath!! I can't......In...the air inside me.... releases itself... but I get nothing of it in return....my head's spinning Swallowing all this liquid... My heart racing ... The tears can't flow.. I beg of you!!! Have mercy!!! But all I can see....is that red... merging with the blue.... this monster that holds me in its possession..... and that clear light... turning away from me..... the breath from my lungs squeezing itself out... my heart isn't racing anymore........it's that sick feeling... your heart want to rip away from your chest......but you're just going to die...... I need to breath.... I need to live....please let me see that day.....

pt 6
I'm thrown left and right... but it's just painful in a way..... even if I am underwater..how can I even keep up like this? How long has it been since.... since whatever? Oh.. oh now I'm flying somewhere..... skimming the water in this creatures mouth..... How can I see? I don't... I'm not.... am I? What? It's too confusing......especially when you happen to be half engulfed by a huge creature you don't even know..... But now I just kinda..... float up... to the disgusting green murky surface that I can't even see now......Many boats seem to just pass me by... as if I didn't exist.... well....many.. but not all..... "You're in illegal waters...." "I really didn't have much choice..." That didn't take much... I just said one thing and they're already hauling me away... and the fact still remains that I don't even know where I am... Mainland China  "Christian" "Pardon me?" "Christian" "I'm sorry....I don't seem to understand anything you're saying......" "Christian....." It's a dark and lonely night and now I lay in a hospital bed... it seems like millions of people are hanging over me.... but it's just this one nurse..... She hands me a small brown, gold pastry and points out towards the moon..... Why did it looks so colourful tonight? I leaned over to peer out my tiny window.... millions of people wondered the beach.... lanterns in hand, blue green, yellow..... paper.... some made into figures.....all lit with that one candle in the center.....The pitch-dark ocean green turned into a overwhelming allowed the moonlit rays to dance upon the clear surface as the so many gathered marveled in its grace..... so strange to me.... yet so fascinating to them..... Inside this little bun represents the meaning of sweet..... to these people..... giving and getting the same thing over.... Sold here and there.... from $20.. to $1000.......these people are so humbled by what they follow... the moon.... Children frolic along the beach... tumbling over each other indulged in their sweets....flaunting their flashy lanterns.... Families get together, chatting..... laughing amongst themselves.... cute.... but I don't see that happening around me..... Crawling out of my bed.... I peer over through the window.....The harbour looked so inviting..... my chance to leave now......
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     Leaving the hospital was not much of a challenge..... I'm still in my street clothes....Why? Yet I'm perfectly dry... aiya... (aiya? that's a little Chinese habit.... I picked that up only a few hours here? oh well...) No one is even here.....the whole place has been emptied..... not one doctor.. not one patient....  I walked out the door.... and the beach lays right infront of me..... the many people still here.... not any noticing me.... that's alright.....it's happened to me before..... Over to my left.... are many beautiful young women dancing in authentic Chinese clothes to the sounds of the erhu and much more..... to my right watch the many I talked about... a true festival..... Walking.. further and further towards the waters..... a young girl approaches me..... two lanterns in hand...... one pointing in my direction......a simple butterfly with white wings...... "Lantern?" she asks with a voice so sweet.....

pt 7
I accept with one hand.... stroking her gentle face with my other hand.... she purrs lightly and then disappears off to her family....Silver beads create a new heaven.... just like stairs I can climb up... and why not? One step.... and I'm not even on the ground anymore....  Colours...sad isn't it? You see the cute little baby pinks and blues.... and little fluffy clouds everywhere.... you just feel like running through a field of daisy's..... to that I say..... oh you know what I would say........It's all a sweet conspiracy theory if you want to believe it...... we all are born evil.... I mean equal of course....... you know what I'm gonna go on about don't you? Alright..... then we don't have to get on to it...let's just continue.... climbing up all these steps..........Geez....it seems like I'm gonna have to be climbing these stairs forever.... what's a stair? Did you know..... that I'm just way too confused? I'm pretty sure you did.....Oh well..... now there seems to be a door of some sorts.... fascinating..... I'm sure..... turn the knob... slowly..surely..... now I've stepped into black.... it feels so.... soothing against my skin.... like black velvet..... for it is....."Hey Jason.... your match is up next..." comes a voice from outside.... outside where? He flings the cloth away from me.. revealing himself... as he smiles upon me and directs me to who knows where..... Do I know him? Guitar string pull against each other as the haunting voices in the background play a venomous role in the sinking feeling I start to have.... the distinct drumbeat pounds away as the soft.... mesmerizing chimes of metal play to hushed tone....you have to be lost in the swing of it all to be able to hear..... I don't know how I can..... but I just do..... People so far away from me... I can hear them somehow..... I feel my legs push against me with a jolt as I begin to rise.... surrounded by the flames that join me..... young crowds whistle and chant.... only to their disappointment I'll bet..... Voices...one in particular....."Making his way too the ring.. He weighs in at 228 lbs...... Christian....."  Crowds start up again as I make my way down...... crawling into the ring and bouncing on the ropes.... these people rise again....  These people... so full of energy.... so full of adrenaline...why, may I ask? One second passes and I'm already living a minute.... my head pounding... my lungs scratching for the air.... my voice a mere yelp.....Now this person holds me.... hitting me.... why? Funny.....how I remember such strange things at the strangest of times......One day mamma made her little boy cry..... made her little boy wished to die....made her little boy ask why.........One day the people held her up on the theme...... held her as she would scream....held her as she would live my worst dream.....One day..... mamma died... mamma burned upon that steak.....mamma let her little boy cry.....and never held him when he wished to die....and never kissed him when he asked why.........

pt 8 The heat of the air increases... harder and harder.. it feels just to breath ....why? I feel like I'm in the middle of flaming grill or something..... but the sad thing is, that I'm standing in the middle of a ring.... while that whole frying thing is happening to the guy over there.... yea him..... you see him? He's rising out of nowhere..... just like what I did..... An angel in disguise.... white shirt.... golden blonde hair.... eyes masked behind shades.... smiling and laughing while holding a little cup.... filled to the brim with red... not caring as it lips onto his chest...... trickling down everywhere..... and entering through fire.... every women's dream... to crawl over him.. I'm sure but hell he is not fooling me.... not by a long shot.... if only I had one silver bullet..... and.......... and He looks exactly...... EXACTLY like that person.... that man..... oh hell.... it is him..... the person..... the person who.... who what?

1702

The darks streets of my home land..... dimly lit by the candles on the side...... calm atmospheres die within a single shot..... a whole world dives into the black ocean...... not a single speck of the dust riding on the wind floats anymore.... not a single breath escapes or enters a living soul..... for they aren't of the living souls... it's just them. The men against innocent blood..... in their attempt to clean our poisoned minds.... killing you with damn intention at the same time..... I'm the next victim of their game...... all around me... circling me..... I didn't see it coming.....  A Sharp object, they one use as swords slice the inner skin of my skins... in my back..... deeper... and deeper it pours into my body.... until I can feel the scratch of it beneath the surface of my skin.... a pin prick a million times over.... or a million pins beneath the skin..... infront of me..... next to my stomach... ripping through that too..... The sword is pushed all the way through me... right through me...... but the torture doesn't stop there..... They tease me now.... drawing the sword back and forth..... slowly.... but harder.... harder each time through..... the heat of the blade burning through the skins in me..... setting them afire.... burning the whole of my insides.... but it only seems that..... while my cries of pain are all hopeless whimpers..... gripping the streets with my nails.... and scratching the skin off my face.... anything to double the pain that they're causing...... as they gash right through my bare skin..... a whole body almost a half now as my right side is completely open and feels gone...... torn muscles smeared all over the calm streets..... and the red crimson I own exudes from my torn body.... guts to keep me alive are now in two..... yet I still survive that all..... and yet why does it all have to continue..... the little 'dagger' they're having fun with is thrusted once again maliciously in my right side now.... through the back of me... all the way...... but all feels numb to me.... ALL.... veins are torn and lay in mere shreds.... the guts which lay inside me, lay right infront of me... fallen from me...... and it all has to continue.... but now my organ lays in the possession of him..... the head of it all..... the Vampire himself.... playing with it... toying with it..... massaging it in both hands and sucking it dry of its contents....... sickening to the soul...... after all that's gone.. I still have one..... and after it all..... they still have more games to play..... I lay on my stomach on the street.... the perfect possession for them all..... gently enough the cut a square in my back the size of a fist........ over the base of my spine..... peeling off the skin surely.... and driving their hands into me.... all of them at the same time...... gripping my spine..... the damaged bone already.... pulling at it... softly to start with..... bones cracking.. soft deafening cracks of bone.... and with one haul it's out of me..... my lower spine now lay on the outside of me... as my bones felt like feathers beneath bricks..... carving an X over myself..... tuning me over again.... and ramming their weapon into chest...... and slashing it through me down to my open side.... crunching bones.... now mere ash beneath their finger tips...... not anymore.... as they lick it all away sensually..... enjoying every drop they can savage..... by now... I was spitting blood and breathing it at the same time..... all of them kneeling beside me.... lapping away all I have.....   With a single wave of his hand..... all his cronies kneel by his feet now.... while I still lay there....  He moves towards me in a loving way.... bending to touch my blood soaked hair... brushing my face with the back of his hand.... and soothingly kisses my neck...... not even prepared.... he thrusts his immense fangs deep with my neck.... ringing his tongue over my neck.. enjoying his feast...... and pouring what else he can refuse into a little goblet of his..... and pours it across my chest..... prayers in his language.... with the hymns of those behind him...... licking the side of my face.... with one single move his hand thrusts into my chest.... seizing my heart in one hand...... as he scrapes my cheek with his fangs..... goblet in hand...... collecting more and more of my crimson red.... probably to play with..... as he laughs to my unreactive glare searing through him......... lingering thoughts in my head... once a single piece of string.... knives rubbed against it as if a piece of hay next to an inferno..... setting a whole scene upon fire.... He sits upon me.... goblet raised high in the air..... as if some sort of sacrifice was being made to a God..... he pours it upon my chest..... rubbing it over me.... lathering me in my own blood.... he sits upon my chest.... and whispers into my ear.."Bathe in blood......"
Ch.2, pt 1
Hello my pets, how are you all doing? It's been a long time hasn't it? Sorry for the delay, I've just been rather...... busy.... of sorts....... Who am I, you ask... Well, my name is Adam, and I know Christian far too well....as you know... yet I don't know what you think, my lovlies...I don't know whether you perceive me as Christian's brother or friend, I'll let you choose, but you need not worry! All will be revealed.... eventually.....But for now, I will be guiding you through the story, but only for a little bit..... since duties call you see.... take me for the good or the evil....so what has Christian been telling you lately? Pathetic little life he's run..... Poor creature isn't he? Feel sorry for him, don't you? I cried after his death, did you? Cute little blondie...... Hmm... well remember, there is always a second side to a story.... you've heard part 1... Christian has left darlings....why? Well do you remember the last thing he told you about? I doubt he'd want to talk anymore.... sorry to disappoint you......but you'll still be hearing about him........ but like I said, you've heard part one... just listen to part two now....There was a young man we all knew as Christian..... perfect blond hair that looked like a flowing river....skin that glowed against the sunlight and a baby face that drove every women crazily into love...... he had everything perfect... until he was born.... over... and over.....He was born in 1684. He had a perfect life, a beautiful mother, Alaria, and a brave, powerful father, William. His birth was recognized by the whole town, his 'spiritual meeting,' as some would like to call it, with the Gods, had ended, and desended to formed into his physical meeting of the earth. This would only last 6 years....as it took 6 years for tension between lands to rise... a severe battle had broken out and William was asked to take control of the army..... "A mans duty asks him to take care of his country..... I'm afraid it is now my time to leave you..." "What? My love... why must you leave? Your family needs you more than a land could dream...." "I'm sorry,but I must leave you two now...... battles are being fought and innocent lives are being wasted mercilessly by the sword...... the blood of young children mounts the land... I must leave to protect them....." "And us...." "Of course Alaria..." A man then stood infront of his young son..... their eyes locked, glinting ocean blue meeting hazel brown..... "I Love you, my son." "Where are you going father?" "I have to leave Christian. I have to leave, to protect our country..... to protect you..." "Why?" "I can not explain now, as you grow older, time will tell you everything you need to know.." "What if time doesn't come?" "It will my son, it will...." With that he kissed his son on his forehead,stood forward... and looked into the glinting ocean blue eyes of his wife, the exact same pair he saw in his son...... Alaria, was the fairest in all the lands. Men praised her for both her beauty and women for her knowledge of the outside world. Images of her traveled further than mechants themselves. Her very gaze fused through the eyes of wonders.... but a mere glance is what you would beg of, for even that, could not even be thought of... as William and Alaria engaged in what would be their last chance of being together...."William, please don't leave us.... please...." "But I must Alaria.... if I don't go now, they will come after you...." "But I don't want to see you get hurt..." "I promise for you, that I will not get hurt...." "Will I ever see you again?" "Have faith Alaria.... and one day, I'll be home....." "Please stay safe William... you're going to be fighting.... please... ple-" Her burdened shoulders gave into her soul as sobs broke her words and she collapsed into William, as he took her into his arms, resting his head against hers.... and as a young Christian watched the exchange, clinging to his mothers' satin blue dress..... hurt and confusion clouded his little mind as he watched his mother weep into his fathers arms.... William held her for one last time.... and crouched down once again... bringing himself eye level to his son....."Listen to me Christian, I want you to take good care of your mother, keep her safe.... for whilst I am gone, you will be the man....." "How long will I have to be the man?" "For as long as it takes son... and that......" "And that what?" "What if you don't come back father?" William held in his breath as he heard those words.... how was he to tell his 6 year old son things such as that...... he just stared into his sons' eyes.... a million thoughts racing through a young mind... such a waste of innocence.... William could only whisper..."Then you'll be the man, my son...."  Christians manhood responsibilities crashed upon a six year old figure in mere seconds.... years worth of life training had taken its toll on a young victim.... fresh blood, if you like...... and with that, William stepped away from his home... and mounted his horse....he looked at Christian one last time...... a slim, proud smile grew on his lips, and a young tear of his son burned down his tear, he turned away.... and rode off under the night sky...... Alaria and Christian stood there for moments to come.... He looked up at his mother.... that beautiful figure, shaking and trembling.... her eyes glistened from the tears that welled inside... streaks were already apparent on her cheeks.... Christian could only look up at his mother....... Clutching his mothers legs... first words of duty....."Mother, how do I be the man?........"

ch2 pt 2

Arrogant,am I? Mere words.... and I'm already being hated..... the shame, the shame.... how sad it would be if I actually listened, right? My dears, you're all too quick to judge, do you know that? What would you say If I suddenly said.... I didn't like you? Would you laugh in my face? Would you say it's merely 'opinion'? What would you do? Question me all you want, hearts, question me all you want... You just have to remember.... that I'm telling the story...... and you're the one listening..... So with that, I continue our adventure.... where was I? Oh, yes... sweet little Christian, wasn't it? Poor Poor Chrissy, his father just left him, to fight in some battle... his mother's quivering childishly and 'our little boy' doesn't know what being a man is... He is only six however..... in which case I'd just..... no.... you'd all hiss at me again...don't want that now, do we? On to the story please.... "Don't worry child, I will take care of you....."  Christian could only stare at his mother like a six year old would. No words left him, he only knew half the story, he only knew his father left him for a battle, he only knew.... He merely turned around, and walked away. Alaria watched miserably, as her son sweetly bounced off again.... young blood can only be shed at a tender age..... Whispering to the night air...."Dear sweet Alaria..... little does our Christian know..... Little will our Christian know..... I can just see the gravestone as you turn around....."  Locks of perfect spun gold ruffled in a lone breeze in search of a word.... moons commanded young servants, only playing their role of whatever deems them worthy as far as they could... Leaning against a young tree.... an black coat blew open revealing a bare chest to the eyes of the unseeing.... delicate hands traced the sides of pale skins against the legs, only leaning and watching... I tilted my heads forwards, I could feel a blaze, yet a chill folded within, against the soft red of my lips to my fingers.... I looked upon them.... how I wanted him..... Thoughts of just climaxing within his frail body.... Christian slept under one eye of his mother.... and under both of mine.... I fixed myself so that the young tree could caress away it's hungry pangs against my shoulders..... but then again.. it just reminds me of how... 'angry' a man can be... ever feel a fire burning inside your chest? Or how your fingers shiver to anything that even remotely touches it..... a beautiful sensation when it purred over my breast... Just a matter of time before it was Alaria's...

Ch 2 pt 3

A restless candle sat lonely upon weak wooded creatures, a young passionate flame danced upon the wick as it fantasized its chance of burning into the pale ash nuzzled within air... as a single flicker could set it for mile, or see its eternal slumber.... One time it burned to the steady sway of a melted blue to an arcane black; the ash gray smoke flew to a new home within the wood above. Eyes pulled away and I took its form, descending back into the creator... that one candle.... Ash met with pale wax as a newly bred flame flared.... What he feared he saw before him.....Young Christians' hand felt its way to my direction.... careless, childish hands crept to the unconscious risk, his eyes flashing as I just erupted within baby soft flesh... Single yelps exploded from Christian......"Mother!! Mother!!" he started to cry between sobs...Alaria slid out of bed, concern and fatigue mixed in one tiny package, reaching out for Christian....."Mother.....I hurt myself...." Christian whispered....Alaria observed the burn for a moment...... bending down, she softly kissed his little hand...Running a finger against the pale skin of Christians face..... she pressed his cheek and kissed him softly, that's when a human burned a flame......I stood over Alaria, her face so pale.... untouched.... her silent glare spoke more of a death cloud..... as Christian gripped the his mothers' legs.... stepping forward... a demanding look on his face..."I- I- I'm the man now...." he whispered.....I looked down at him.... so small, quivering yet taking charge.... sweet child..... Bending down, meeting him at eye level.... Ocean deep, blue eyes met my jade green..... cute play thing he would make to me..... "Remember those words you say Christian.. remember it as you watch the steak and the flames... think of this moment when you see your mothers' grave looming in front or yours....."  I grasped his little neck within the depths of my hand..... straining slender fingers into his pathetic flesh....watching as his eyes rolled.... screaming for him as I shut his voice off to the unseeing......Whispering....."What are you now Christian?"

Ch2 pt4

Restless little kitten isn't he? Struggling against the impossible... I grasped his neck, tightening with every little choke he mangled out.... pressing my fingers against his skin to a beat... I could feel his little heart racing with me..... If only I saw....He looked back at me.... clenched fists as his arm swung towards me....Taken aback.... some sort of fallen angel..... hurled away........Christian watched as my lips cried red tears..... "Only the start boy...."   Scampering next to his bed..... innocent to the mere float of emotions...... glaring as I edged to towards him....His chest heaving in as I kicked him..... if only I saw Alaria standing behind me with a wooden chair.... If only I saw.... but then I didn't.......Waking up in a dream...... I would see what I saw so many years ago.... My best friend.......... I am human....Every morning.... I'd wake up.... as a child, peering out a broken-in window.... and I'd see her..... I'd sneak out the door and watch her..... she'd stand in the middle of the fallen red leaves...... she would hold a dying lily in one hand.... and stroke it with the other.... Her dark brown hair fluttered against the breeze... she had the same jade green eyes as me.... She would stand there barefoot... wearing a soft, plain white dress.... taken in at the middle by a single gold thread.... She would stand there....Every day the sun was wasted.... yet everyday she would stand there.....Finally I would say my first words to her.....A mere six year old, was I and was her.... approaching...... "W-what's your name?" I asked timidly......"Anne....." she replied coldly.... She glanced up at me while placing her lily on the soft earth. Holding out her hand... I clutched it with my own... and the two of us would walk deep into the forest.... A forest......Anne would leap into my arms if anything ruffled.... that and more... was how I grew to love her....For some reason.... she meant more to me than my own mother did.... It was as if we were each others shadow..... For that... we would grow up with each other... I'd watch her every morning as she stroked her dying lily........ forever in her possession.... a sacred 'death' flower as she liked to call it..... But what we needed... was a victim to test it with....

Ch2 pt 5

My precious Anne..... Where are you? A lifetime can described in just one year, and so little words...When I met Anne.. When I fell in love with Anne..and when Anne left me..One year had passed since our first encounter.... I was then a mere seven year old child.... a dreary morning was all it took... rain shattered the ground as I awoke... There stood Anne... Her white dress clinging to her tiny, fragile body... she glanced at me... catching my eye through the broken-in window.. she walked away....Anne?   I bounded out of my bed, racing out the door... my feet bleeding from the stones that dug themselves into my skin...I faced her... "Where are you going Anne?" That sweet baby face of hers held itself low as she walked round me....away from me...I caught up with her....."Where are you going Anne?" Her jade green eyes blocked gateways of understanding... she stroked her lily... as it grew to a full bloom... her 'death' flower.... her only words...."Leave me alone... Adam..."  Only then did the rain stop... and with that she left..... forever piercing a seven year old heart..... "Why Anne?" I asked... as she disappeared from sight.... Did I ever see her again? Of course... I followed her... only footsteps after she left me....Where was she going? I walked behind her... hiding whenever her hair flew over her shoulders to the crickets that blinked at the very sight of her... the fell to ashes to the floor after she eyed them... She continued her walk until she came to a nearby home... outside sat a young boy.. about my age.. gold hair plummeted down past his shoulders.. swaying across his face as he poked at a nearby daisy... Fascinating him.. this fascinated Anne... She approached him.... sitting next to him... He leapt slightly.. but relaxed at the sight of my beautiful angel sitting next to him...."Hello... Christian"  Christian held his breath for a mere second.. before taking in Annes' words..."What's your name?" "Anne... I like you Christian...."  His innocent seven year old mind asked what the world should say..... she answered for him..."Would you like to play with my flower?"

Ch2 pt 6

"Your flower? Alright..." answered Christian timidly...What are you doing Anne? Anne handed her thriving lily to Christian. He fingered it playfully.. finding much joy in the delicate white flower...Anne gave her soft feminine giggle she only gave me...My first ever encounter... with a boy.... I looked him over.... and I saw... Anne.... and me? No.. I saw me... in him...but Anne... with him... and only him.  "Christian, what are you doing my son?"  Out of the hushed home stepped a fair woman, flowing blonde hair much like Christians'... "Mother.... this is..... Anne...." Anne glared at the woman that stood before her.... fixing a demure smile upon her face as Alaria looked over her...."Mother! Look at the flower Anne gave me...." Christian fumbled trying to reach to his feet before handing the flower to his mother...Alaria looked the flower over.... as one petal fell to the earth below.... the first sign.... sign?  Christian ran after his mother.... tagging to her dress.... bouncing satisfied at the gift he gave her..Only the gift wasn't a gift from Anne... Anne continued to sit upon the damp soil... her white dressed now painted a silk brown.... she looked over towards me....She knew I was here?   "Adam....."   I only needed that one word to leave her soaked lips.... She gave me a new found hell.... one she showed in Christian.... so confused..... does she like Christian.... or me?  But what I know... Anne had taught me to hate him... by not doing much herself... she left me and drove me to a mild world of insanity. Through her, did I see the bushfire start for a complete stranger....  She left her place on the ground and stood next to me.... leaning against me....Her flower... Now, was its time to play the games.... what I would gladly do any day....Forever will I hate you Christian.... Thank you Anne....

Ch2 pt 7

That night I wished for something... anything to do with Anne.... Every day she left me standing by myself... wishing she would just leave with a simple 'goodbye.' Why, this very day she poisoned a tiny soul and I don't even know if she meant it to happen to me or if it actually did happen. I preached to myself while white puffs bounded past the midnight sky, listening to me as I lowered my head to the ground, closed my eyes and dreamt of Anne for one last time....The next morning I found myself in bed, this time, Anne lay next to me. She smiled cheekily, placing her hands against my back... and shoving me off. She then bounced off the bed and ran... faster with every step she took. "Anne... where're you going... Anne....." With that... I lay down against the brittle floor and contemplated my next move... or was I actually waiting for Ann to come back? My position on the floor changed over the days, which longed into months into another year... when mine and 'Christians' life would change...
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     "Alaria, you are sentenced to death. Tomorrow, you will die upon the steak, and Christian, will always be that simple boy...." With that the guard left Alaria and Christian in their rotting cell... pungent smells overpowered as their heads spun into a dizzy black... cutting short the emotional terror of waiting, to the terror of the she would die.
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     The next morning I woke to the sounds of screaming and crying. Looking through the narrow hole if the wall... I saw a huge cross... tied to it was the mother of that boy I met a year ago... Her once flowing, blonde hair now a dirty gray, masked half her face as she looked to the ground... to her Christian, who stood below, what seemed like miles, away from his mother. In his hand, he clutched the same flower Anne gave him a year ago... only now it was a repelling brown with only half a stem left. He looked up at his mother helplessly as the tears trickled past his cheeks...  This is exactly what I didn't want... I did hate Christian... but this?  Only a few seconds later would I see the reason of my hatred for Christian in the first place... There, behind  Christian stood Anne... now I saw a reason for all this. As long as Anne was always there, things were right no matter what. Just... because.  It only took the blink of an eye, for the flames to burst from a lighted splint to a masterful pool of fire, which engulfed Alaria, and her baby boys' heart...  Within a matter of seconds, Christians' mother fell to the floor as a pile of ashes.. Christian stepped towards the steak as the flames died away... placing the 'death' flower on the floor infront of his mothers' death...He turned and ran... ran as fast as any 8 year old would.... streaming tears as he brushed past Anne and into the forest...... hoping to shut himself away from the eyes of eyes. Only, Anne kept watching.

Ch 2 pt 8

Anne did watch, she always would, but only lost interest. It was as if it was a game, and she was... the challenger? Two Cages down, one more to go. But that problem had already taken care of itself. Let's continue the hunt... And I continued to watch her... Anne? I could see the world through this one little peep hole in the wall. As if it showed the truth... a real view of Anne. Through this hole, I could see a vicious, powerful, witch in... In.. oh..... The throbbing in my head, of my mind... the need to lie back.. close my eyes... and dream... For ten years to come.... Christian roamed the streets at the tender age of 18.... Nightfall, and that's where the aggression, an art of attacking, took place. White men of vampiric affections and poetic gestures rendered Christian helpless merely by the fact that he knew too little of the 'real' world and the worlds beyond. Killed and left to rot in brutal fashion, was our Christian, with Anne still watching... from the corner of her eye... every detail etched itself into her memory.  Did she enjoy this? Bored to death yet plays Christian like a chess piece... The assailants performed rituals, dancing with poignant spirits, drinking to their newfound blood.. while Anne watched as they did this to 'her boy.' Approaching them, still wearing her ivory white dress, she whispered her playful words to them: "Thank you..." With that she left them... and Christian. And I still saw all this through the peep hole which remained in the wall over the years. Now was it my part of the story to play? I don't know... this is as far as can I take you, however let me bring you back to the beginning of my tale, the absolute beginning. My childhood story is now told.... So here I stand, outside Alaria's home again, remember when Alaria hit me with the chair? I was reborn in a dream, but now I'm.. 'home.' I've just told you that I was adult before a child...strange when I think of it... sad how things can appear in my world... so... Lost and so confused..... by her.. But why would Anne stop there? She left Christian for the wolves so he could be devoured relentlessly.. or so I thought as the edged blade moved across my throat, tumbling to the ground as I fell beside it.....

Revel in the Dark

Enough of having to listen to Adam shed 'light' on this story and Christian talking only about his misadventures. So far this tale has only been about Christian and Adam, Christian and Adam.  Two brothers who don't even know what they are or even where they are.   That night I dropped the blade just as Adam fell to the ground. Both of 'my boys' were out of my sight, but nowhere near the end of their lives as far as I knew.  On the ground lay a stiff Adam, poor thing, hated Christian just because I spent one day with him, and Christian... a bloody heap on the floor. Now... the real mind games... The reincarnation of Adam... he was created into a wonderful, gentle human being that you all know and love. Christian, was the innocent victim as we so often see him as.   Many nights did I watch them, just like a mother over her mischievous child. I gave them new lives, yet they held the same personalities, Adam being the confused, and Christian the innocence, or so it seemed.   The first round. Adam rose a sleeping Christian, a sweet 'togetherness' feeling with both of them. Christian so naive to the unfamiliar surroundings. Just like how a drum can change a heartbeat, I could easily change a scene.   For you see, this is Christians tale... the first chapter.  This became a story with a collage of work, Christians' misadventures for Adams' depression. Now, may I ask you a question or two?   Every time Christian fell to his death, who was standing by or watching? Every time Christian felt lost, who was there?   Adam.   So tell me... who actually suffered? Christian the physical of the unknown worlds, Adam the emotional simply by watching.   Remember the first chapter, Christians sweetness mislead him to a new world. Can you remember the very beginning? It was Christian who hated so much. That is, the 'future' Christian. The one who was finally reborn enough. Did these brothers share a secret bond?   You may decide.   Tales of sorrows beyond their deaths.  Confusing, aren't I?   A story must have it's beginning, that being the future, Christian being the future. The past was that Adam saw Christian for the first time. Adam hated Christian.   The past is that Christian never even knew Adam, yet still disturbed his soul. After the rebirths, and everywhere Christian landed, Adam was there to pick him up. The part about 'you think you know me' really got to Christian. Didn't he say at the very beginning that he wanted to kill? Well, did he or did he not express those desires to kill in the following chapters?   'Edge' became a character, a voice of an enigma. Jay played the silent one. Silent for a reason?  Did Christian remember so far back, or did he already know too much? What was my point of being?  This whole tale, has just gone back to the beginning... But, did Christian ever talk of me? Did he ever say he hated me?   Adam felt the intense hate burn for Christian, a good reason for Christian to feel the same?   The silence of Christian can only strengthen him more.   Let's say Christian gave up almost everything to see Adam mourn. That was the introduction of me. Christian lost both his parents, died brutally time after time, and Adam saw everything that happened to him. I was there to bring out more emotions in Adam, and that I did. Adam loved me, but jealoysy impaled a young heart as I missed just one day with Adam. The other emotion of Adam leapt from him. A beautiful saint to an conniving beast.  Yet, Adam was reborn into a loving, tender and caring brother. And Christian was left with the fire in his mind. It was as if they took turns playing each others cell keeper, forcing the other to snarl out their misery. People say you do crazy things when you're in love, what about when you're insane?   Did Christian get his revenge? His 'plot' against Adam? Damn right.   This is Christian's story, with his ending. Obstacle after obstacle moved into his way... but in the end, he managed to hurt Adam, and that he did with a passion. Do you think you know him?   It was the Gothic Renaissance.... the spiritual rebirth, and revival of... him.