Post by Alex Jones Smith on Aug 9, 2010 2:10:53 GMT
”Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now,
wish right now,
wish right now!”
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Alex was bored, once again, and stuck on patrolling the grounds. What could he do to make this job more fun?! He wracked his brains for something to do but all he could come up with was kicking stones, since they were the only things about, not even another vampire was near, well, Alex couldn't smell another vampire. Well, not that he knew of. If Alex was thinking hard, World War Three could break out and he wouldn't even notice. Another one of his flaws. Alex didn't like his flaws, as every other vampire on the planet. But his body and appearance weren't one of his flaws. You could see the thick muscles on his chest through his tight, thin t-shirt. His black leather jacket covered his arms, but when you see them, they're wrapped with thick muscles. He even managed to look sexy in jeans, a good thing for when he was hunting. Girls were literarily drawn to him, even though he was gay. He used his good looks to get a meal.
Alex liked to take pride in his appearance. Always checking his hair was in the right place, sticking up with his side fringe on his forehead. He had a bad habit of making sure there wasn't a crease in his clothes before putting them on. He liked to look his best... all the time. Just incase any hot male vampires were about. Alex didn't look like a vain person from the outside, in fact, he didn't even look gay! Some gay men had a sort of gay look to them, but Alex had managed to keep that off his face, or he wouldn't be able to lure the ladies. The reason why he went for the ladies is because woman blood tasted better than man blood to Alex. He had no idea why, it just did. But even though their blood tasted better, Alex had never felt attracted to a woman in that way. Even from a young age, before he was a vampire, he'd felt attracted to men instead of woman. Once his father found out, he shamed him, saying that he wanted his son to marry a fine young woman.
Alex fought with his father, saying that he was what he was, and his father couldn't change that. His mother didn't mind that he was gay, she was still proud of him anyway. But back when Alex had been human, it was fround upon to be gay, and he had to keep it a secret for his sake and his families. He wasn't ever found out, because he disappeared when he was turned into a vampire. He kept close though, and the only person that really seemed to be bent on finding him was his mother, his father told everyone that he had been pronounced dead after not been found for five days. Alex had left not long after, needing to get away from it. He knew his father hated him for what he was, but pronouncing his son dead after only five days was low. Really low. When he returned a few years later, he found that his mother had died only a year after he "died". His father was still going though, claiming that his son was still dead, which many people believed by now, since they hadn't seen him at all in years.
Alex had snuck into his old room one day to find it empty, and covered in dust, old things from around the house stored in here under white sheets. He felt.... angry and sad. Angry towards his father for forgetting him so easily, and sad to the fact that all his possessions had been cleared away like they belonged to a servant. Alex searched the house for his stuff whilst his father was at work, but didn't find anything. His father must have sold it on, or thrown it away, desperate to get rid of the memories of his gay son, the son that had shamed him, the son that had kept his secret to make sure his father wasn't a laughing stock. Alex got his revenge on his father. He turned up late one night at the house when it was storming and raining. He knocked on the front door and when his father opened the door, he pounced. Let's just say, the only thing anyone found of Alex's father was his body. His head was never found. Alex had torn it from his body and thrown it in the river in anger.
Alex sighed as he thought about his past, it was sometimes painful, and sometimes it made him angry to think about his father, and what he had done to him, and what Alex had done to his father. He felt sorry for his mother the most. What she must have gone through to try and find her "dead" son. The heartbreaks she must have faced, the things she must have done to try and find his body. Maybe she had protested at what Alex's father had done with his things. Before Alex had left his home town, he'd looked at his mother's grave and then had found out that she'd died of a heart attack. More like a broken heart. Alex missed his mother a lot, and always felt guilty about the pain he'd put her through without meaning to do so. He had brought roses and laid them on her grave, with promises to make her proud. But over the years what had he done? Killed innocents for their blood? Had sex with man after man? Alex had never thought about settling down with one man, he always had a quick thing with them and then had thrown them. Never had he touched love, and in our days, at two hundred and ten years old, he guessed he never would.
When Alex thought of his age, he shivered. His age was a sore subject and he didn't like talking about it. He looked between twenty-two and about twenty-five, not a bad time to be frozen in time at. Always in his twenties, never going forwards or backwards.
God, why am I so mopey today? he asked himself as he kicked a large rock against the walls off the prison. It rebounded off the wall with a loud crack and landed near his feet again. He wondered why he was being all sad and mopey and thinking about his past. He never usually thought about his past, knowing it would make him sad about his mother, or angry about his father.
Alex sighed out loud and thought about his life again. He'd lost his English accent years ago, moving all the time had meant he'd lost his accent and sort of picked up a neutral accent which no-one could place their finger on and get. It even baffled Alex at times. But he was glad in some ways, his English accent had always made him sound posh, and even when he was human, he hadn't liked talking posh, it annoyed him. Made him feel like a smug bastard with loads of money, which in fact he wasn’t. Sure, he had money, but he spent that on new clothes all the time, not having to eat human food meant his saved a tone not buying food. So, with no accent, no-one really knew where he comes from most of the time, he tends not to tell people that information, preferring to keep it a secret. In some ways he was ashamed of his past. He nudged the rock with the tip of his black converses.
Alex wore a lot of dark colours, preferring it so he could use it as an advantage when he was being chased, or when he was hunting. Most of the time, his prey didn’t even know what had hit them until Alex had drained them of all their blood. But lately the Slayers had been getting in the way, stopping him from feeding whenever he wanted to, or whenever he needed it. Damn Slayers, they were almost as bad as the dogs! Alex had a strong block of hate towards the wolves, and was disgusted that he had to share the prison with them, forcing him to smell them every day. God dammit! Why couldn’t they just go and lie in a ditch somewhere?! Alex stamped on the rock hard, causing it to snap in several places and some bits were even crushed into small pieces of rock. That was one of the many things Alex liked about being a vampire, his strength. He had been strong as a human, but now he was super strong, and able to take on anything that stood in the way of him and his prey. He’d even killed a girl’s boyfriend once when he had put up a fight after watching Alex lure the girl out the night club they were in and into an alleyway so he could bite and kill her. Alex had been able to stop the man, and his girlfriend, even after she’d run – screaming at the top of her lungs – down the street. But Alex had killed them, drained them and had managed to get away before the police had even gotten close. He loved being a vampire!
