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Casey awoke the next day, safe in his parents house and sore in places that brought the memories of the night before rushing back into his head. He didn't remember how he got here, however. He pushed the covers off of him and sat up painfully. Light was shining through the slits in his blinds and his alarm clock told him it was seven in the morning. He still had to get through school today. Somehow.

He got out of bed and crossed the hallway and went into the bedroom. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked pale and he felt tired. A purple bruise on his neck told him that what happened last night was not a dream. No matter how much he detested it. He sighed examining the identical holes in his neck that lay in the bruise. That kid... he said his name had been Ba'al... Whatever his name was, he was stronger then he looked. Well, he wouldn't be making that mistake again.

He went into his parents room, knowing full well they were either eating in the kitchen or watching television. There was no way he was coming back from this but he had to do something to reciprocate from the events of the previous night. He opened the drawer in his fathers desk and took out his dads Glock.

Of course it wasn't going to be another Columbine... there was just one on Casey's list. It was not a person so, he had to wonder, once he proved that "Ba'al" was a vampire, could they get him for murder? Furthermore, would this even work? He checked to make sure it was loaded and stowed it in his jeans and covered it up with his shirt. Tonight, he'd either be in prison or he would have changed the world. At least he would have tried something.

He went into his room and changed his shirt, so his mom and dad wouldn't bug him about wearing the same thing twice then went downstairs. His mother was in the kitchen making coffee and he walked past her. She made a noise of impatience, "Well, good morning to you too grumpy. How was your night out with the guys?"

Casey didn't have patience for this at the moment. He shrugged and sat down at the table. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow, "Casey, you look sick. Have you been..." She sighed and shook her head. Casey looked a lot like his mom. They had the same hair and eyes and jaw line. Casey looked at her, wanting to tell her exactly what happened. It was his mom. He took in a breath, deciding silence in this area was best. Surely, she would know he was crazy and try to get him to talk to a shrink.

"I'm fine, mom. I just didn't get very much sleep last night. I wouldn't drink during a school night." He stood up, "I have to be at school early today." He went for the door and his mom called, "Well, alright. Be safe, honey." He didn't acknowledge this and went out the door, got into his car and drove to school.

When he got there, everything seemed like it usually did. He felt the area underneath his shirt where he had the gun stashed. He hoped vampires could be killed with guns. He didn't have a wooden stake handy. He parked his car. Everything was moving so fast, he was starting to sweat. He got out of his car and walked into the main building. Finding him was his first priority. He ignored the many "Hello's" he got from students and teachers alike until a closer friend of his bumped into him. It was Steven.

"Hey man, you look like crap. Are you okay?" Steven asked. Casey shook his head, a mistake as his surroundings began to spin. "N-never mind that. Where is he?" He demanded. Steven looked taken aback by the sudden command of knowledge. "Who are you talking about?" Casey took in a few breathes, "The new kid." He said finally. "Oh Lucas? He's in homeroom. His first class is with us. Are you sure you're okay?"

The answer was no. He couldn't see straight and he was starting to sweat even more. Why had Steven referred to him as "Lucas?" Of course he had given either him or Steven a fake name. However the question was why would he do that?

Nevertheless he went to the classroom and sat down in a desk to gather his bearings. He set his head on the desk and took a deep breath. Maybe he should have just stayed at home. He felt a cold hand on his shoulder and he tensed up. "Casey, you don't look so good." He heard a silky voice say. It was him. He looked up, sure enough, it was his concerned face looking down at him. "Casey, you should have stayed at home today."

His calm demeanor infuriated Casey. He wanted to hurt him. He reached for the gun in his pants, ready to shoot him in front of everyone when his hand grabbed Casey's arm. He did a small smile, "Go ahead. Nothings gonna happen. I'm going to take you home now. If people watch you change, there may be casualties."

Again, Casey tried to wrench free from his grasp but his efforts were fruitless. How could these people just let him drag him away like this? He looked around and saw the glazed over eyes of the teacher and the students including Steven. "What are you doing to them?" He demanded to know. He picked Casey up and swept him up, "They're in trance. Don't worry, they won't remember any of this and I'll tell them you went home sick."

Casey was confused. This insane... thing. Was being nice to him. Why? What purpose did he serve? He smiled at Casey, "My name is Ba'al, Casey. It's my true name. Not The kid. Not Him. And NOT Lucas. Ba'al is not what you'd call a common name and the last thing I need is to stick out."

Weak but still skeptical, Casey scoffed. He still didn't see the purpose of the rape or the life draining bite that was starting to pulse on his neck. Why the hell was he singled out as the undead's love slave?

As if Ba'al could hear what he was thinking he laughed, "Love slave..." Great, thought Casey, he could definitely hear what he was thinking. Well, listen to this you sick minded freak! And Casey proceeded to think of some of the worst insults he could find. The grin did not fade from Ba'al's face. As matter a fact he chuckled again. "Yes, I suppose I deserve that. I also deserve the weak murder attempt. Sorry to disappoint you though, I'm not going to leave. I'm here to stay so you had better get used to me. You don't really want me to leave you anyway. You'd never survive the change."

Casey looked disdainfully out of the window, fully expecting to be taken back to his parents home. He was surprised when Ba'al had turned down an unfamiliar street. "Where are you taking me?" Casey asked him. "My home," He said with a small smile, "I think it would be safer there." Casey narrowed his eyes at him, "You're not gonna rape me again are you?"



(sorry stopped in the middle of the chapter because I am really tired more to come later)

"Maybe, this nut job knows what he's doing." He thought wryly. He was currently tromping through thick brush and weeds in the dead of night. It was so dark outside that without the aid of the flashlight he couldn't have seen a thing. So what was he doing strolling through nature on a cold dark night like this? Why, mischief making of course. This kid whom he had met less then 12 hours ago had come up with the less then brilliant idea of grave robbing. Not something that he really wanted to do. That was until he had mentioned something about a centuries old mausoleum that was probably riddled with valuable antiques.

Casey had been mildly tempted by this. Although he had to admit he had brought spray paint in his backpack to make it more interesting. He walked behind the new kid, barely able to make out his silhouette. He shifted the bag on his back and quickened his pace to keep up. Today had been this kids first day in this town. No one had seemed to be talking to him and Casey had decided to take pity on him, despite the warnings of his popular friends.

Sure this kid was pale, wore black, had long hair and didn't talk much but for some reason Casey was intrigued by him. Even though Casey was, tall, muscular and head of the football team, the polar opposite of the skinny kid. People were surprised to see him sit next to the kid, including the kid. See, he could be nice. He graced the kid with his presence and made him feel socially accepted.

He shifted again and looked up, the kid was several feet ahead of him. "Hey, wait up!" He quickened his pace again to catch up but for some reason he couldn't manage to catch up. The kid seemed to be maintaining a constant distance from him. He didn't know this area at all he wasn't a country boy at all. He secured the his backpack on his back and started running to catch up. The kid didn't seem to have any problem staying ahead of him. It looked to Casey as if he were floating, or rather, gliding ahead of him. His movements were graceful and effortless. Whereas, Casey was tripping over weeds and roots and random potholes in the forest floor. Compared to the new kids movements Casey was big and bumbling.

Casey tripped and suddenly it was dark. Complete blackness enveloped him after he had dropped his flashlight. Clumsily, he groped around for his phone and turned on the screen light and shone its dim light around. He looked around. The new kid was gone. He took a few steps forward and heard some rustling. He ran after the noise and his foot caught on something and he landed face first in the grass. The first thing he noticed after getting up was the stars in the sky. He had never seen so many before in his life. Their dim light shone down upon the clearing he had reached.

He looked down and saw that the thing he had tripped over was a gravestone and he was now standing in the middle of an ancient looking, doubtless forgotten cemetery. The cemetery reached the edges of the vast clearing and it appeared to Casey that every available plot had been used. He took a step forward into the overgrown graveyard. The grass had grown tall over many of the headstones and he could make out the tops of above ground crypts. In the distance he saw a large building, he figured this was the mausoleum the kid had been taking him to and made for it.

The mausoleum itself was on the other side of the cemetery. Casey stumbled over the shorter headstones on his way there. After a long trek across the weed covered burial ground he reached the gigantic mausoleum and to his annoyance the kid was no where to be found. He couldn't believe after all he had done for him he just ditched him there. Well, when he got back the next day, his head was getting shoved into a toilet. This was probably why the kid didn't have any friends.

He sighed and started back before he realized he didn't have a single clue as to where he was. He looked at his phone and found that, unsurprisingly, he didn't have any service. He sighed then put his backpack down. No problem. His parents would send someone to look for him. He'd be out of here by the next day for sure.

Just as that that thought crossed his mind, he heard the sound of feet falling. He went toward the noise. That kid was going to get it for scaring the crap out of him like that. It had been a clever prank but it was over now. He felt intense relief rushing though his body as his eyes fell upon a dark figure. "Hey, kid... That was not funny..." his voice trailed off as the light from his phone fell upon the figure. It wasn't him, it was a girl. Or at least... that's what Casey thought it was. She was pale and lank. Her eyes were distant, pale and glazed over. He thought that this girl might be blind if she wasn't staring at him so intently. Her blonde hair was extremely dirty and fell limply to her side. It seemed to him almost as if she wasn't even looking at him, but into him.

He took a few steps back. This girl was not normal somehow. He heard another noise and two other figures. He didn't bother approaching them. He merely picked his bag back up and started backing away from the site slowly. Before he knew it, he was on his face and a knee was being driven into his back. "Let him up!" He heard a voice command. He was lifted onto his feet and realized the voice had come from the kid. Although, he didn't look like a kid anymore. Something about him had changed. He looked more sleek and his hair reflected the dim light of the stars like silk. He was slender but his muscles seemed to be more well defined. However, all of this was not even close to what totally repelled Casey from him. What did this was the fact that he was totally and completely naked.

A small smile played about the lips of his captor. He took a defensive stance but he merely laughed. "Do you really think that's a wise idea. You're outnumbered a hundred to one and I don't think my family would take too kindly to hitting their god." He said in a silky voice.

"One hundred?" Said Casey, confused and he looked around. His eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. Sure enough, the graveyard was suddenly filled with corpse-like bodies milling about, watching the whole thing. The kid grinned even further, "Slaves of mine... but. You'll be vastly different then them. They are merely shells who do what I command without question... Very lonely company."

Casey had no idea what the hell this kid was talking about but he was rapidly thinking about a way to get away then turn in this freak to the authorities. These people were obviously on some kind of drug. He started to back away again but the kid grabbed him and pulled them together and held him. Casey struggled to get away but found to his astonishment that the kid was stronger then him. He heard a low chuckle issue from his chest.

"I am stronger then you, so to resist... is useless. Before I make you mine I plan to break you in first. Then... I will become your god." He said in his low voice. Casey didn't have long to ponder what exactly the kid meant by this until he felt his cold hands slip inside his pants. He struggled again against the stone grasp and an almost cruel laugh this time came from the kid again. "By the way. My name is Ba'al."

Lillith, she is also known as Lilitu, Lillit or Lillis. Often depicted as beautiful demon.





The earliest accounts of Lillith are in the Babylonian Talmud, which is thought to be related to a class of female demons in Mesopotamian texts.

In Jewish folklore she is said to be the first wife of Adam. She was made at the same time and from the same earth as him.

The story then gets a little convoluted. There are stories that say Adam left her because she was too sexually ambitious for him because she refused to be on bottom. Another account says that she left him because she refused to become subservient to him.

Whatever the reason Lillith leaves the Garden of Eden after mating with the archangel Samael. There are also stories that say she had orgies with demons and some say, the devil himself.







Sometime after her banishment or chosen alienation, God gives her to Adams eldest son for a wife. (Or so stories I have heard go) It is from this pairing that the abomination today known as vampires have spawned. They were both marked as outsiders. The bible never specifies what exactly happened to Cain. (Neither does it specify even the existence of Lillith)



So what really could've happened? Did Lillith even exist? If so, was she really the loose tramp that all legends have painted her to be? Are we all children of Lillith or were they wiped out with the Nephilim (giants) during the flood?



One thing is for sure. The idea of Lillith is certainly an interesting one. One that has been spun and convoluted through history. No one will ever sure exactly what happened in the beginning. Nor, do I think I really want to know.

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therealthing
18:28 Dec 16 2010

According to ancient history, prior to Christians demonizing everyone else gods but theirs, Lilith was never seen as a demon. Nor was Pan or a laundry list of beings. What I am about to tell you is from oral traditions passed down over thousand and thousands of years. Because all written history is agreed upon lies. Just like how they would teach you in school that Betsy Ross sewed the flag. That story didn't even come out until about 1870. And that was a lie her grandson started with a rumor.

Now,I don't normally speak of what I about to say.

Oral history from very old cultures are those that hold the truth, and Lilith is very sacred.

In the Native American culture we have a being by the name of White Buffalo Calfwoman. She appeared to my people three times. And in one visit she taught us that :

Lilith was actually the Sister to God { one of may names } and Satan { also one of many names }. They were three siblings, that arrived here with 12 others. Also, that the two brothers were not meant for our people, but for another part of the world. And that we are ALL brothers and Sisters. We are related to all things :the grass, the rocks, the wind, the animals, the plants, etc... We ALL share the same breath and the same Mother Earth. Now, Lilith is very close to the Mother Earth, and we have been taught to respect her. She is real BTW, just like the Mother Earth, or Sister Moon. Planets were called Celestial bodies for a reason. Even our modern days of the week come from the French words for the Known planets at the time.

For example : Mardi = Mars and Mercurdi = Mercury.

So, yes, she is real and still lives as a spiritual being. This is just like DeerWoman or any other non-human spirit.

So, let us just say that Lilth is a good spirit, and is the representation of FEMININTY. She is very powerful and she is to be respected. I will not say more about it, for it is forbidden to write on it any deeper. I must hold to the covenants in which I was taught, and if you want to know more about Lilith, you must get on a plane and come sit with me face to face.

That is just the way of it.

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