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My name Is Justin but most ppl call me JC
I'm Home Schooled [i prefer it]. I started Home Schooling the year my mom found out she had cancer. I like that in most classes I can teach myself, I learn better when i have to figure things out for myself.
I'm 6" 178 lbs blonde blue eyes
I have always been interested in every thing dark from Serial Killers to the dark side we all posses but most are afraid to explore. I have never been afraid to acknowledge that I have a dark side. The dark part of you does not make you evil or psychotic it just makes you just like most of us.
Likes:
My Drums
Nights
Blood
Fishnet on girls
Guitar[learning]
Biting
Being Biten
Classic Cars
Animals
Writing
Potoshop
Unique ppl
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Hates:
Winter
Snow
Being Broke
Authority
Most Preps
Liars
Computer Viruses
Migraines
Drunks
Abuse
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Part of my Book
Clash of the Clans
To me I was a normal child living the normal life; I thought all kids were like me. I had a mom (Dr Stephanie Hart) and a father (Ben Keat), I had school and I was punished when I didn’t behave or when I let my grades slip. Both my parents loved and protected me like any other parent would do.
I grew up at the complex in South Carolina where I had the run of the place. The complex was a government-funded research facility. To most people the facility would be a cold and impersonal place to raise any child. I never knew what research took place, until I was sixteen. Being the only child surrounded by a dozen adults I matured mentally faster than him and his most. My vocabulary and my thinking process was more like an adult then a child.
I was four when I started my formal education, taught by mom or one of her assistants. My dad was in charge of my physical education which at first was play time and meditation. Both mom and dad understood the positive aspect of meditation. It wasn’t until I was nine when dad started my hand to hand combat training. My strength and speed had surpassed that of a normal adult male. As my strength grew I would find myself sparing father for sometimes up to six straight hours and not even break a sweat.
It was in one of these training sessions where I learned I could read his thoughts and anticipate his moves. At first it wasn’t words I was receiving, simply an urge to duck or move to the right. As I learned to go into a deep meditation, I found I could read peoples moods. As my meditation techniques developed so did my mental strength. As the years went by I was soon able to transmit my thoughts to others and sometimes even replace memories with one I would makeup. The one rule that both my parents drilled into me was that just because I could read minds of others, it didn’t make it right. It was hard for me to block out others thoughts, especially when they stood close to me. Whenever my mom and her assistants were close to a scientific breakthrough, their excitement would mentally give me a migraine. A would end up meditating all day until I could compartmentalize and ignore the pain. It was a constant struggle that took a few years to master.
During the day I spent my time with teachers or my mother, receiving an above average education. Little by little I was allowed to walk the gardens as I read. At first the sunlight caused a terrible rash that itched like hell but the more I was exposed the less the sunlight affected me. By the age of fourteen the sunlight no longer bothered me in fact it invigorated me which my father found infuriating at first then maybe a little jealous. I could master my dad in any form of combat at the age of sixteen. During the night mom and dad would sometimes take me to the city, where we attended a few plays or went on long walks in the park and talked philosophy. At first we couldn’t go that often, being around so many people and their thoughts took all my energy to block and would leave me weak for several days. But as I was exposed more often to larger crowds the easier it got to filter all thoughts except the one I wanted to hear.
I never knew what I was until my 16th birthday. Both mom and dad set me down and told me what exactly I was and how I was born. At first I thought they were joking I mean everybody knows vampires don’t exist, just like Santa Clause and the Tooth Fairy. I wondered to myself if they both hadn’t gone insane. But as I looked at them both waiting for them to burst out laughing, I could see they were being serious. I was just realizing that almost everything they let me believe as a child was a total lie. That I was nothing but a FUCKING GENIE PIG, both mom and dad tried to tell me that they never thought of me as an experiment but I was too upset to listen. How could anybody be ready to learn that they were a hybrid, part vampire part human? All I knew about vampires is from the books I read. I doubt what I read was fact. I have always had a fascination for the vampire folk lore. I mean who doesn’t want to stay young forever?
“How can I be a vampire, I don’t drink blood, nor does the sun bother me!” I screamed.
“Just CALM down, and lets us explain everything” Dad demanded with such force in his voice.
I couldn’t do anything but do as he demanded. I looked at him with surprise; never had my dad used that voice before. I remand quiet knowing he was not joking.
They proceeded to explain that they had altered the part of the vampire D.N.A. they considered where the vampires weaknesses. Mother started telling me the whole technical process but my mind wondered to all I had read about vampires. But everything I read did not add up to me being a blood hungry creature of the night.
“You are not a full vampire; after all you do have my D.N.A mixed in with your fathers D.N.A. But that doesn’t mean that sometime in the future you will not crave or even need blood to survive” mom said in her scientific matter of fact voice.
I knew that when she talked this way she was being my teacher not my mother. I looked across at my father for the first time in a whole new way, almost in fear. He saw my look and was shocked at my reaction at finding out that he was a vampire.
I could see the pain in his eyes that my fear of him had caused. Without a word I turned my back on them both and walked out of the room. With tears in her eyes my mother walked over to my dad and put her arms lovingly around him.
“Give him a few days Ben it has been a terrible shock to him but he will come around.”
“I hope so cause if he doesn’t my father will destroy him and you know it my love” he said in fear.
After a few days of staying in my room avoiding both father and mother I decided it was time I dealt with the fact of who or what I was since logic tells me I can’t change who I am. So after a few minutes of searching I found father in the gym.
“I cannot change who you are anymore then I can change who I am. You are my father and I love you” I whispered.
Relieved my father smiled and I could see the joy come back to eyes that I saw whenever he looked at me or mom.
“I am sorry if I did or said anything to upset you or mom. I was just upset that you didn’t tell me sooner”
For the next two years I spent most my time with father, learning every detail of the vampire life. For instance, I learned that most of the vampires no longer attacked humans for their blood. There of course where a few exceptions. Like the vampire Clans of Darkness Incarnate better known as Clan of Darkness and the Clan of Iron Fisted Black Widows, known as Clan of Iron Fist which were among the cruelest of all the vampire clans.
The Clan of Darkness were Evil and proud of it and out to destroy the Clan Eternal. They believe that all humans are cattle only there to feed off of. The Clan Iron Fist considered themselves as the “Master of the Herd”. Nobody was equal, let alone above them, they where the most dangerous of all the clans. They fed off both human and vampire alike.
Father told me that most clans were more like big cooperation’s, they owned large quantities of stocks in businesses such as hospitals, blood banks, hell even normal banks. This made it easy for most clans to have the blood they craved without the loss of human lives. Which I figured most people would appreciate.
All three of the major clans can retrace their family linage back to Vlad Tepes or better known as Vlad the Impeller. Both the clans Clan of Darkness and the Clan of Iron Fist delights in torture and cruelty, like their forefather Vlad. My father’s clan (Clan Eternal) denounces the old ways and has tried to respect and live side by side with humans. Plus I learned that many of the Hollywood myths weren’t true about vampires. Sun light does not make a vampire burst in flames, but it will drain them of most of their energy making them as weak as a human child. Crucifixes have no power over them, most find them quit beautiful and wear one around their neck. A wooden stake in the heart doesn’t kill a vampire but it will paralyze one. The only way to kill a vampire for sure is by beheading them and burying their head apart from the body.
Only the strongest and oldest of the vampires can vanish in a puff of dust and reappear a short distance away. It’s not widely used because it makes them weak to attack. Only a few rare vampires can appear as somebody else but none can turn into an animal such as a bat or wolf. But they can understand and command certain animals, to do their bidding. All vampires can control a human to a degree, depending on their mental talent and strength.
“There is one thing that both human and vampires possess Tom, and that is both have good and bad members.” Father said as he looked at me sternly.
Believe it or not no vampire is prejudice it serves no logic. To most vampires all humans are alike just like most cows are to humans.
“Next you will be visiting your grandfather and he will tell you what duties he and President have in store for you.”
I only knew my grandfather as a myth since I had never met the man. Tonight I will
meet my grandsire (Balo). I’m not sure if I’m more anxious or more scared. I pace
my room wondering, just what my future will be.
"What is to become of me?" "Is my future going to be controlled by somebody other than myself? Will I become part of Clan Eternal or will I be able to choose the life I desire, or does fate have other plans for me?"
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