Dark Beginnings

I can now after many many years put something to writing for all to see. Instead of having the memories lost in my addled brain. To relive the memories in dream is to be lost in them, letting them control me. To relive the memories in writings is to be free of them once and for all.

All these long years on this wretched earth are finally beginning to get interesting. Because of the technology increase, I can now push one button to single out a person. Germ warfare is a thing of the past; we now mix germs with chemical agents, so flesh rots off of the bones while the body is still living. The dead by the thousands come walking by my doors. I have been around many centuries and gone by many names over those years. The most common one has been father. However, in the beginning I was known as Cain. I was just as mortal as the next human.

When I was kicked out of a so-called holy place, I went traveling on land that used to be whole. I came to be rather rugged-looking after a while. I liked it that way. For the first couple of years, I wandered aimlessly. In my travels, I came by and crossed many rivers that were once nameless. But this is the story of my mortality, not my immortality.

One night, I found a cave to sleep in. It had a damp, smell to it. I could hear some fluttering up in the top of the cave. I tried to pier upwards and was awarded with something that appeared to be gray, and stinky landing on my shoulder. The ground was slippery; I must admit I did fall in it a couple times. Little did I know that this hole was full of some sort of winged beast? A couple of the accursed things managed to bite my hands, neck, and other exposed flesh. The first thought that entered my mind later the next morning was that the gods had changed their minds and decided to kill me. As it turned out, that wasn't the case, I was sick for a fortnight. When I overcame my illness, I went back into the cave to get a better look at the beasts that bit me. Call it curiosity, and it did have better of me.

Right after I walked in, one of the things fell on my left shoulder scratching me half way down my shoulder blade. It scared me beyond words. I stepped on the beast, crushing it with all my weight, but its screams of death brought more of the beasts down upon me. A couple started licking at the blood that was streaming down my back from the scratch. I ran outside feeling as if I would purge myself of my breakfast of berries and a rodent I had killed to eat. I became sick for yet another fortnight. I told myself I wasn't going to go in the blasted cave again, but being human, that would not be so.

Damned curiosity gets the best of mortals easy doesn't it? This time I went in armed with a big stick. I was hitting the winged beasts out of the air. The ground was littered with carcasses of the beasts. But for every 2-3 I knocked out of the air, their were that many biting me and licking my blood. I was scratched, bitten, blood everywhere theirs and mine. I staggered out of the cave. I was sick again for a fortnight. I never went back to that cave again. This was the third time that I had gone into the cave and survived, but each time I had entered and been bitten, I became very ill.

Many centuries later I discovered that my body had become sick cause it was changing into something else entirely. It took three fortnights for my body to recover; dreadful days of pain and agony. I never truly realized that my body had been changing. My first thought at that stage of life, or unlife, or undead life whatever you want to call it, was it something I had eaten that had made me sick? After I felt better from the third sickness, I realized I couldn't walk in the sun, it seemed to burn me unnaturally, so I took to hiding during the day and moving about in the night.

My eyes adjusted to the poor light almost instantaneously. It never occurred to me how or why, but I could see just as well at night as I could during the day. About two fortnights after I left the caves for the final time, I became hungry for the first time since I had recovered. My body was craving something that as a mortal I would have thought was extremely revolting. I felt a craving for something I had never felt a craving for. Suddenly, two large teeth protruded from my upper gums and I didn't know what to do. I ran into the woods and killed a deer with my bare hands and sank my teeth into its neck, and sucked, and sucked till I heard its heart stop. I didn't know why I could hear its heart. Instinct had made me dive for its neck when I sank my fangs into the beast. The craving had been satiated for the time. It was good.

It was a feeling I will never forget. It was a craving I'd never felt before. At first, the animals seemed to suffice, but they only temporarily and barely quenched the hunger within. The first person I killed was an elderly son of Enoch. He had decided to take a night stroll. I couldn't help myself, my legs started running after him, I tackled him and sank my teeth into his neck. He had no chance of fending me off, but I didn't care. I wanted blood. I dragged the corpse off into the woods and away from the town. I was clumsy and didn't know how to prevent myself from going overboard like that. But evidently I didn't kill this son of Enoch. I saw him the next night walking through the woods. Lost and confused as to where he was. I was confused as well; I thought I had killed him. I followed him as he slowly made his way back to his place of residence. I snuck in right after him. He tried to eat regular food it made him sick.

His wife or woman came out to see what the noise was, he ran to her and threw her into the other room. She was knocked out from the throwing into the far wall. Not knowing what or how to suck blood from her was biting her in lots of different areas. Evidently tho it turned him on, cause he stripped her naked and tied her up on the bed. Where he forced himself upon her, at this point she woke up scared and was asking him what he thought he was doing. No answer came from him cause the blood lust had taken over, ignoring her pleas for help and her questions about what he was doing. The man was too into raping his woman to care that she was yelling.

That's when I realized he was like me. I rushed him and drank his blood again, but this time I made sure not to let him live. I thought I was an abomination a blood drinker; I didn't want another one like me wondering round.