Post by jacob on Jul 3, 2008 9:28:32 GMT -5
Even before Jacob turned, the night sky always had a soothing quality to it. Perhaps it was how beautiful the pale light of the moon looked, floating in the sub stratosphere with the glimmer of a light bulb, or how the stars decorated the sky, but it were those same features that compelled a young Jacob to take long strolls in the night with Destiny. So it only seemed fitting for him to become vampire, a child of the night himself.
But as of now there was another smell filling the air around him, the smell of choke and charred substances, rippling in his nostrils, directing him toward it as if steering it. And the more potent this smell had become, the more the smell of human flesh traversed through the woods like pollution. He needed to collect, he needed to feed. And so as the human smell became more powerful, his small steps became paces, his paces became a sprint, and he found himself running, as if his feet had garnered control over his body and his mind had shut off, given way to pure instinct.
He past and collided with bushes with thorns that scraped, but never dented, his skin which had been becoming whiter by the second. Each night he spent as a vampire he resembled a freshly laid corpse more and more, and his recent initiation into Xavier's group had only accelerated the process. He still had troubles believing that he was one of them, a member of the elite, and that paled into comparison to Xavier's ability to resurrect Destiny. He could only wait anxiously as the days past him by and the hourglass counted the minutes to being reunited with his beloved.
His thoughts returned to the present when he saw them, three human beings huddled near a fireplace burning, what looked like fish or steak, Jacob couldn't tell. Still, it had been a long time since he had eaten anything but a human being. And that rewarding habit wouldn't be broken tonight.
With speed, he approached the three of them, and snatched one, a young girl, her eyes painted with horror much like all of his previous victims were. Her eyes bulged, tears dribbled down her cheeks, her body trembling, and her becoming paler than Jacob's own skin. Before she could let out a scream Jacob sent his hands through her chest, digging through the bone, the marrow, only to touch and extract the heart. He proceeded to devour the substance as the girl's corpse fell limply to the ground where mother Earth would collect it.
Jacob proceeded towards the other two, who by now had been looking aimlessly for their friend, sister, or whomever the woman was. It didn't matter. They were all the same, they were all humanoids. He stood there for a moment to watch them with an analytical eye, blending in with the darkness, using it to cloak and become invisible to their inferior vision, before he lunged, grabbing one of their heads and slamming it onto the ground, an instant death, and ramming his elbow into the other's nose, so much blood leaking it was hard to determine whether the man still had his nose int he first place.
Jacob then proceeded to use his hands, grappling it around the man before strangling him to death. It was then that he proceeded to drink the remaining blood of both of these victims, it was then that his thirst and hunger had been quenched.
But as of now there was another smell filling the air around him, the smell of choke and charred substances, rippling in his nostrils, directing him toward it as if steering it. And the more potent this smell had become, the more the smell of human flesh traversed through the woods like pollution. He needed to collect, he needed to feed. And so as the human smell became more powerful, his small steps became paces, his paces became a sprint, and he found himself running, as if his feet had garnered control over his body and his mind had shut off, given way to pure instinct.
He past and collided with bushes with thorns that scraped, but never dented, his skin which had been becoming whiter by the second. Each night he spent as a vampire he resembled a freshly laid corpse more and more, and his recent initiation into Xavier's group had only accelerated the process. He still had troubles believing that he was one of them, a member of the elite, and that paled into comparison to Xavier's ability to resurrect Destiny. He could only wait anxiously as the days past him by and the hourglass counted the minutes to being reunited with his beloved.
His thoughts returned to the present when he saw them, three human beings huddled near a fireplace burning, what looked like fish or steak, Jacob couldn't tell. Still, it had been a long time since he had eaten anything but a human being. And that rewarding habit wouldn't be broken tonight.
With speed, he approached the three of them, and snatched one, a young girl, her eyes painted with horror much like all of his previous victims were. Her eyes bulged, tears dribbled down her cheeks, her body trembling, and her becoming paler than Jacob's own skin. Before she could let out a scream Jacob sent his hands through her chest, digging through the bone, the marrow, only to touch and extract the heart. He proceeded to devour the substance as the girl's corpse fell limply to the ground where mother Earth would collect it.
Jacob proceeded towards the other two, who by now had been looking aimlessly for their friend, sister, or whomever the woman was. It didn't matter. They were all the same, they were all humanoids. He stood there for a moment to watch them with an analytical eye, blending in with the darkness, using it to cloak and become invisible to their inferior vision, before he lunged, grabbing one of their heads and slamming it onto the ground, an instant death, and ramming his elbow into the other's nose, so much blood leaking it was hard to determine whether the man still had his nose int he first place.
Jacob then proceeded to use his hands, grappling it around the man before strangling him to death. It was then that he proceeded to drink the remaining blood of both of these victims, it was then that his thirst and hunger had been quenched.
