Post by BAQIR NEJEM on Aug 5, 2010 23:01:53 GMT -5
i've had recurring nightmares
THAT I WAS LOVED FOR WHO I AM
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Even vampires weren't safe from cabin fever, and Baqir Nejem was no exception.
He'd been holed up in his house for two weeks, refusing to go outside for reasons of public safety. It happened every so often, possibly because of his rather violent first few days as a newborn, but animal blood just wasn't cutting it anymore. Whenever he went outside, he was practically assaulted by the smells around him. Oh, they had done a good job covering it up nowadays, what with all of the noxious body sprays and lotions and fragrances mingling to create a bouquet which would give any person with a functioning sense of smell a migraine, but Baqir could still smell what lay beneath. The vital force. The blood, all eight-to-ten pints of it, that resided in every human body, cycling through with each heartbeat.
He could drink all of those pints and it would still not slake his thirst.
Baqir had abstained from human blood for almost forty years, and he wasn't about to break that streak now. Hunting had helped, but now he could feel the thirst growing again, the burning at the back of his throat like a festering illness. He had to go out. At least to hunt animals. Even if he only came upon a badger it would do to keep his blood-thirst down for another few days.
That, and he was very nearly out of cat food. The large ginger cat that was currently occupying his armchair purred loudly.
"All right, Arthur, all right," he said, glancing wearily at the cat with eyes that were losing their honey-gold color and beginning to go dark. They got darker every day, so he had to hunt while he still looked normal enough to leave the house. Arthur had been a stray, adopted off the street from when he had lived in Boston. He could have easily fed on the cat's blood, but he tried to stay away from domesticated animals. That, and the fact that Arthur was his only true friend, were barriers to any idea of snacking on him. The thought never even crossed his mind.
"Can't you just hunt too?" he asked the cat, who just purred louder. It seemed that Arthur was going to make his life difficult. He decided to bite the bullet and just go out.
After checking the concealer on his face and hands (still in place - good), he shrugged on a windbreaker and tucked a pair of sunglasses into his pocket. The sunglasses might seem odd because it was nearly dark out, but hey. He didn't want to risk being seen with black eyes. Or with red ones, come to that.
Just a quick run to the grocery store. What could possibly go wrong?
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and missed the opportunity
TO BE A BETTER MAN
[/font][/center][/color]and missed the opportunity
TO BE A BETTER MAN
tagged » anyone and everyone
words » 461
lyrics » hoodoo - muse
music » duduk of the north - hans zimmer
notes » In almost 900 years of life, he still hasn't learned not to ask that fatal question: "What could possibly go wrong?"
