There are many breed of vampire. The vampire is born with a gene that is past down from the ancients. The presence of this gene does not make one a vampire anymore than the presence of an athletic gene make one a star athlete. This gene requires a trigger. Once this gene is triggered it molds with other triggered genes that makes the vampire the class of vampire he or she is.
Who are these ancients? Well this is a great mystery. Some say fallen angels, maybe the sons of god, direct descendents of Adam, and many other theories. That's all for now gotta get to work.
Sitting in safe embrace of the old oak's shadow I watch as the sunlight walks to and fro across the land. Waiting patiently to see the waxing moon. The light is uncomfortably beautiful exposing my every weakness, but I know soon it will all fade away as when the flower of the field fades in the winter. Ultimately embracing the push and pull of the forces of life and death bringing balance to the cosmos.
Look around at the world in which you dwell. How does it appear? Does everything seem to move with a purpose, with a plan, with a desire? Even non-living entities such as the rain (it falls with purpose). This sense of purpose is birthed through desire. Desire is a trait of personality. Desire is the reason for design and everything around us moves within the fabric of its design. Is existence like this because of a fortuitous event (the big bang theory or some other accident) that happened billions of years ago and just so happened to form a world that was capable of supporting life with no real rhyme or reason? Then suddenly from out of this purposeless event was the birth of life which ultimately evolved into our present day world. Rather does existence have personality, as if the will power of someone had a plan and purpose for each and everything in existence? It is self-evident through both theology and science that everything in existence has purpose, has design; this is it moves and has its being according to a plan.
I was just a toddler when your ghostly servant appeared at the foot of my mothers bed, dressed with a small white apron casting what my mother said appeared to be feathers over me. She did not disappear when the light was turned on rather she give a seemingly sweet grin and departed peacefully. This was not the last she was seen. She followed from home to home city to city making het presence known. It was when I was 9 years old that you left my pillow covered in blood. Was it mine or was it yours? Since then I have met you in fortuitous events like that night on magiks bus, and again amongst those in the city square by that old cursed cathedral. The first time consisted of fear, yet it was a curious comfort. I haven't seen you now in some time, but I sense that you are not far from my side looking out for me as I grow into that calling.
When I feel cold and all alone like no one understands I step out of this old pitiful tomb and open my eyes, then...............
COMMENTS
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Oceanne
20:15 Oct 31 2011
The so called gene is a mystery too.It has not been mapped and its existance is really only a theory.