Post by Sierra Claire on Jan 7, 2008 3:10:35 GMT 10
Every man, woman, child, city, town, and even country has their secrets—Some of pure innocence of not truly being secrets, secrets of hate, of love, and even those tragic but horrid secrets of death and betrayal. Everyone has their secrets that are buried deep within their hearts, minds, and eyes as some are so easily read like a children's picture book while others cloud themselves well as their eyes read a never ending novel that refuses to tell its purpose or character but yet its pages can't help but draw you in more and more. As you continue to read and scan its pages you find yourself lost, as you try to close the book but yet find out its too late while days later your loved ones crowd around at your empty casket since you were never found. Vanishing without a trace you were presumed dead, even as you look on from afar at the teary faces of loved ones weeping over your funeral. Alas, you did die but only to be reborn from reading that one closed novel that was never supposed to be opened as you pay the harshest fate of walking the earth as an animated corpse just drawn on by your desire for your teeth buried within your next victim's flesh, as you drain their life away.
With each new victim comes a flash back that can never leave your mind—the night you were reborn. Turned by fate as destiny took its toll over your body and mind, while it forced you to change whether you were ready or not. It was life and it is now life after death, so either embraces its blessings or let it kill you ever slowly as your competition rips away at your flesh and may even burn your bones in hate to the endless vows of war against your kind as it wishes to have total and complete control. Yet a thousand plus year war still rages on in the shadows of the unknowing eye of others as the death of hundreds each night go unnoticed as the rebirth of so many come into effect to balance out the creatures that never were meant to exist—Vampires, werewolves, and humans.
All three bring about the disorder of the world, as it brings about pollution and many deaths every day to liter the grounds as it will soon run out of places to bury the dead but yet at the same time, as the dead liter the ground the living over populate the globe. "Dying is only the purpose of living, and living is the option over death." So which one is more suitable for a doomed population as the grounds have already been stained with billions and more of gallons of blood as more is left to be shed, while new life is continuingly being created from the beings that would soon die off sooner or later. What's the real point of living if we were all meant to die? And yet the question still remains unanswered as life is being still created, shared, killed, and buried…
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