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Larry_OHF · 10-01-2003, 04:09 PM

Introduction to Storm

Name: Storm Winters
Apparent Age: 27
Real Age: 27
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 160lbs.
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Green

Dec. 10/1998: I have no idea where I belong anymore.
I had been attacked that night by being dragged from my car when I had stopped at a stop sign on that dark road that was to lead me home from my friend's house where we had been practicing our band numbers for the upcoming talent show at Church that weekend. The dark robed figure had pulled me out of the car and had dragged me for a ways into the woods close by. I tried to fight back but it seemed not to effect my assailant in the least. Finally, after being dragged out of sight from the road, the attacker had turned on me and clamped down on my neck, biting a gash and began to drink my blood from my body. I quickly became disoriented and felt very sleepy. I tried to reach up and pull the head away from me but my arms had no strength. I felt with my fingertips the silky black hair that hung in my face and tickled my nose. Then the attacker rose up from me and grinned an awful grin with a blood-soaked mouth. My attacker was but a young woman! She looked on me in a strange way, as though she had not seen me but just now, and kneeled beside me. She whispered into my ear strange words in a foreign accent, then said in a broken English that she was going to give me the gift she had been given long ago. She again assaulted my neck and drained more from me, and just as I began to fade away, I felt wetness upon my lips. I hungrily drank this refreshment as I was very parched, and my body ached to be made whole again. She again whispered to me, told me to stay away from the sun and told me never to seek my family or friends or they would all be killed. She asked if I understood and I tried to nod, but could not feel my head if it moved or not.

I awoke later that night. The sky seemed brighter than it had ever been. I was scared and sick. I felt like vomiting, but never could. I was cold. I was aware of many things that night that I do not need to go into now. As I sit here, writing this into my journal that I decided to keep of my story, I find that it has been one week since this has happened to me. I hide in the daytime wherever I can. At night, I try to find things like rabbits or squirrels to feed on. It is disgusting and makes me sick to do so, but I must, because I am so hungry, and the blood makes the pain go away and also makes me feel more at ease. I am afraid of what I might do to others. People I mean. I cannot attack and kill a person! Those people have families that love them!

I wish I could see my family. I miss them so much, but every once in a while, I feel that I am being watched. I feel that what the lady said was true...that if I go back, I will be bringing death to them all. I avoid the newspapers and TV because I do not want to see or hear of their pain for my unexplained loss. It would drive me crazy.

So...I sit here. Wondering what I am supposed to do now. Wondering where others are like me, and what do they do all night, or where do they sleep at day. How did they become what they are. Things like that.

Well, the sun is to be rising in little under an hour. I am too afraid to wait around too late, because I have a feeling what would happen to me if I did. Maybe I should embrace the sun. Maybe that is the only right thing to do...but I cannot. I am afraid of the pain I suppose.

Until next time, if I am still on this Earth.

Storm ~~Winters~~

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Dec. 23/1998: A few nights ago, I had been hanging out at Wal-mart and just walking through the isles because I was bored. I had decided that I needed some clothes, so I had beat up some rich dude when he was getting into his Mercedes and took his cash. $490! I didn't kill him, I just broke an arm and had let him go. I was so strong! I would never have been able to do that before the turn came about, but now I was strong and fast! I don't even think he got a look at my face! That is good. I did not want the police looking for me. That would be my luck that I would be arrested and held in jail until the sun met me in the morning.
Well, it has been cold, and even though I am technically a monster now, I can still feel cold. So, I wanted some new clothes. I had begun to smell really bad with all the dried animal blood on my clothes and not bathing and stuff, so I decided to clean up. If this was to be my life (can I say that?), then I would not live like a street-trash bum. I was too good for that. So, I went to Wal-mart.
I bought a nice pair of black jeans, some black work-boots, and a black button-up shirt with a black necktie. I also picked up a long black coat that comes down to my ankles. I felt like a true villain then. I even grabbed some sunshades just to go all out. Hell, it was not my money I was spending. Walking out of the store, I just messed around in the parking lot for a while, looking at people walking or sitting in their cars. Did I miss being normal? Well, this certainly was feeling a bit better, I remember thinking. But then there was always the matter of blood. I never felt hungry, except for the red liquid. I had thought about drinking from a human, but I could not bring myself to murder anyone. I mean, they are people!

That is when I saw them. Four strange-looking guys checking me out. I did not like what I saw in them, so I walked home. The sun was coming out in four hours, and I had already got lucky with a deer that I happened to come across. I was ready to turn in.

When I awoke, I was no longer in North Carolina. I had been told that the four guys I met were something called "ghouls", that had followed me home and brought me to Nevada that morning. I have been spending time with this guy that has been telling about stuff about my kind. Vampires, I mean. He laughs at me for not drinking from what he calls "kine", as though people were some sort of cattle. I have no idea what they see in me and I am quite repulsed by the attitudes of these gentlemen, as they have tried to tell me what I should be, and I find their mannerisms repulsive. I find myself this night, in my room, ready to go down to the casinos where something is going on. I have been invited to look my best and take part in thier meeting. I guess I had better get down there now.

Oh...I forgot to mention. I learned that the lady that turned me into this thing has been killed by Werewolves! They call them Lupines. Damn! Those things really exist! I hope my family is okay.

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Storm

Storm walked down from his upstairs apartment and joined the table of vampires where a conversation and game was already taking place. He sat there, waiting on some queue from his new "teacher" on what he was to be doing.

10-01-2003, 04:09 PM	#2
Larry_OHF Ironworks Moderator Join Date: March 1, 2001 Location: Midlands, South Carolina Age: 49 Posts: 14,759	Introduction to Storm Name: Storm Winters Apparent Age: 27 Real Age: 27 Height: 5'11" Weight: 160lbs. Hair: Dark Brown Eyes: Green Dec. 10/1998: I have no idea where I belong anymore. I had been attacked that night by being dragged from my car when I had stopped at a stop sign on that dark road that was to lead me home from my friend's house where we had been practicing our band numbers for the upcoming talent show at Church that weekend. The dark robed figure had pulled me out of the car and had dragged me for a ways into the woods close by. I tried to fight back but it seemed not to effect my assailant in the least. Finally, after being dragged out of sight from the road, the attacker had turned on me and clamped down on my neck, biting a gash and began to drink my blood from my body. I quickly became disoriented and felt very sleepy. I tried to reach up and pull the head away from me but my arms had no strength. I felt with my fingertips the silky black hair that hung in my face and tickled my nose. Then the attacker rose up from me and grinned an awful grin with a blood-soaked mouth. My attacker was but a young woman! She looked on me in a strange way, as though she had not seen me but just now, and kneeled beside me. She whispered into my ear strange words in a foreign accent, then said in a broken English that she was going to give me the gift she had been given long ago. She again assaulted my neck and drained more from me, and just as I began to fade away, I felt wetness upon my lips. I hungrily drank this refreshment as I was very parched, and my body ached to be made whole again. She again whispered to me, told me to stay away from the sun and told me never to seek my family or friends or they would all be killed. She asked if I understood and I tried to nod, but could not feel my head if it moved or not. I awoke later that night. The sky seemed brighter than it had ever been. I was scared and sick. I felt like vomiting, but never could. I was cold. I was aware of many things that night that I do not need to go into now. As I sit here, writing this into my journal that I decided to keep of my story, I find that it has been one week since this has happened to me. I hide in the daytime wherever I can. At night, I try to find things like rabbits or squirrels to feed on. It is disgusting and makes me sick to do so, but I must, because I am so hungry, and the blood makes the pain go away and also makes me feel more at ease. I am afraid of what I might do to others. People I mean. I cannot attack and kill a person! Those people have families that love them! I wish I could see my family. I miss them so much, but every once in a while, I feel that I am being watched. I feel that what the lady said was true...that if I go back, I will be bringing death to them all. I avoid the newspapers and TV because I do not want to see or hear of their pain for my unexplained loss. It would drive me crazy. So...I sit here. Wondering what I am supposed to do now. Wondering where others are like me, and what do they do all night, or where do they sleep at day. How did they become what they are. Things like that. Well, the sun is to be rising in little under an hour. I am too afraid to wait around too late, because I have a feeling what would happen to me if I did. Maybe I should embrace the sun. Maybe that is the only right thing to do...but I cannot. I am afraid of the pain I suppose. Until next time, if I am still on this Earth. Storm ~~Winters~~ ================================================== ============================= Dec. 23/1998: A few nights ago, I had been hanging out at Wal-mart and just walking through the isles because I was bored. I had decided that I needed some clothes, so I had beat up some rich dude when he was getting into his Mercedes and took his cash. $490! I didn't kill him, I just broke an arm and had let him go. I was so strong! I would never have been able to do that before the turn came about, but now I was strong and fast! I don't even think he got a look at my face! That is good. I did not want the police looking for me. That would be my luck that I would be arrested and held in jail until the sun met me in the morning. Well, it has been cold, and even though I am technically a monster now, I can still feel cold. So, I wanted some new clothes. I had begun to smell really bad with all the dried animal blood on my clothes and not bathing and stuff, so I decided to clean up. If this was to be my life (can I say that?), then I would not live like a street-trash bum. I was too good for that. So, I went to Wal-mart. I bought a nice pair of black jeans, some black work-boots, and a black button-up shirt with a black necktie. I also picked up a long black coat that comes down to my ankles. I felt like a true villain then. I even grabbed some sunshades just to go all out. Hell, it was not my money I was spending. Walking out of the store, I just messed around in the parking lot for a while, looking at people walking or sitting in their cars. Did I miss being normal? Well, this certainly was feeling a bit better, I remember thinking. But then there was always the matter of blood. I never felt hungry, except for the red liquid. I had thought about drinking from a human, but I could not bring myself to murder anyone. I mean, they are people! That is when I saw them. Four strange-looking guys checking me out. I did not like what I saw in them, so I walked home. The sun was coming out in four hours, and I had already got lucky with a deer that I happened to come across. I was ready to turn in. When I awoke, I was no longer in North Carolina. I had been told that the four guys I met were something called "ghouls", that had followed me home and brought me to Nevada that morning. I have been spending time with this guy that has been telling about stuff about my kind. Vampires, I mean. He laughs at me for not drinking from what he calls "kine", as though people were some sort of cattle. I have no idea what they see in me and I am quite repulsed by the attitudes of these gentlemen, as they have tried to tell me what I should be, and I find their mannerisms repulsive. I find myself this night, in my room, ready to go down to the casinos where something is going on. I have been invited to look my best and take part in thier meeting. I guess I had better get down there now. Oh...I forgot to mention. I learned that the lady that turned me into this thing has been killed by Werewolves! They call them Lupines. Damn! Those things really exist! I hope my family is okay. ================================================== ============================= Storm Storm walked down from his upstairs apartment and joined the table of vampires where a conversation and game was already taking place. He sat there, waiting on some queue from his new "teacher" on what he was to be doing.