Awakened-Closed

[Perplexia]

Gina's earliest memories still plagued her dreams. She awoke with a start gasping for breath. Looking at her clock it was only 3:33 am, her tank top was drenched with the sweat from her latest nightmare. In her dream she had been huddled in the corner with her blanket, she was probably about five.

The room was filled with smoke and there was screaming and shadows she could see from under the space of her shut white bedroom door. The sound of glass shattering and she was lifted from her spot by the woman she would later refer to as aunt. As she was being held over her shoulder she could see the flames of her home drifting off into the distance. Her memories seemed in flashes as the distance seemed to gain in immeasurable speed.

She had stayed with her Aunt Mary, and her extended family for a few years. Until she had risen one night from her sleep to see her aunt shedding a blood red tear. After that she had been placed in boarding school.

She had found her resolve in reading, and was especially interested in the Grimms stories of things that went bump in the night. She enjoyed reading the historic tales of vampires and werewolves. A part of her always wanting to believe in their existence. History had also become a passion which lead her to her current career as a assistant historian under her mentor Simon.

Crawling out of bed she took a quick shower and put her oversized sweatshirt over her thin 5'6 frame. Turning on her desk lamp she squinted at the brightness of the light until her eyes adjusted before placing on a pair of latex gloves. Reaching into her bag she pulled out an old leather bound journal.

She had liberated this from the museums acquisition department before it could be logged in and tagged. Grabbing her hair she twisted the long ebony locks into a circle and placed a rubber band around them. Her hazel eyes took in the way the leather had been bound and slowly opened the cover to examine it closer to try to narrow its existence to a date of making.

Her eyes went to the first page and scanned the beautiful calligraphy writing. The Journal Of Cole Bryant. Her latex covered fingers lightly traced over the words. Carefully she turned the page and began to read.

'My name is Cole Bryant and I was born in 1620 in Glasgow, Scotland. I was born under the Reign of King James VI.'

A loud beeping broke her from the book as her mind recognized the agonizing sound of her alarm clock. Was it six already?

"Well Cole Bryant I shall have to read more later" she said to the book and slowly closed it wrapping it back in plastic and sliding it into her desk drawer where she locked it in for safe keeping. Rising she began her ritual of getting ready for another day at work. She was anxious to do some research on the man whose journal she had found.

 

[KINKYCanada]

Cole had been involved in one battle after another. He had grown so used to fighting that he felt it was all he knew. He kept a journal of his life, it was a way of defining himself away from the battle field away from the blood. Then on his 21st year he met a man unlike any other. The man was tall, well spoken and out of time it seemed. He dressed queer for the age, he carried no weapons. Cole had gone to bed while the man spoke to the clans leaders.

He awoke to screams and shouts of agony. Grabbing his sword he rushed to the tent where the screams were coming from. There inside were 20 dead Scots, his friends and his family, and standing above them was the stranger. With blood soaked finger and a mouth a gape with long pointed teeth, much like a dogs.

"These men were not worthy." The stranger spoke. Cole now in a rage rushed the man and trying to run him in thrust his sword into his stomach. The stranger laughed and tossed Cole aside. Cole righted himself and picked up another weapon to attack with. Soon they were in a terrible battle the Stranger was faster and stronger. He was cappable of doing things no man should! Then in a blink of an eye he had Cole, holding his body still his bit into his flesh. "You my son are worthy." he whispered and then let Cole fall to the ground.

Cole fell into a trance, his felt his body change, he was dying yet it was like he was being reborn. There on the ground next to the roaring fire he lay, it was many hours before he moved. He got up and felt his neck. The wound was healed. He looked at his dead country men and though he knew he should feel something he didn't. He grabbed his things and headed away from the camp, away from what he can only describe as a curse.

KC

 

[Perplexia]

Arriving at work early gave her the opportunity to get a head start on her assignments of identifying and placing items in arrangement for the council to decide on what they wish to show.

With the extra time she earned she made use of trying to find anything she could on Cole Bryant. His surname was Irish, and although she didn't know his parents names, she did find only one record of birth in Glasgow for a man that bared his name. From that she obtained his parents names, and their parents until she found where his ancestors did in fact migrate to Scotland.

The other records she found for him were of military.
Between the Bishops wars that ranged from 1639 to 1640 and the British Civil wars of 1642-1651 she found his name listed in the fights against the English.

The last reference she had was a battle in which his camp had been raided and 1620although his body was not recovered he was presumed dead with the rest of his people that were there.

Upon digging further she found a list of items that had belonged to him. However, his journal was not one of them. 'how odd' she thought. But it did give her the anticipation of the workday ending so she could find out more.

On her way home from work she grabbed some fish and chips and took a cab back to her flat. Turning the lights on she took a quick shower, ate her dinner and went to her desk where she pulled the journal from the locked drawer.

Placing on her gloves she opened the book and began to read again..

My name is Cole Bryant, I was born in 1620 in Glasgow, Scotland. I remember my childhood and family fondly. At 16 I joined the Army of Scotland and began my life as a solider.
It seemed that all I knew was how to fight and kill. Blood shed day after day no longer seemed an abomination but a way of life. Little did I know it would become my life.
In 1641, I was only but 21 years of age. I had gone to bed only to be awoke by the sounds of screaming men. Our camp was under attack.. As I came from my tent a man stood above the corpses of my friends and family. They had been slaughtered by his hand. His teeth hung like fangs of a wolf. "they were not worthy" I remember him saying to me.
Tried as I might with sword in hand to run him through and take revenge for my fallen friends it was of no use. He disarmed me over and over again, until he said you are worthy and sunk his teeth into my flesh.
I felt my life draining away as I lay upon the cold muddy ground, and then a change occured. I was alive, but had no heartbeat. I remember when I rose my wounds had faded away. I fled and wandered. The sun made me feel weak so I hid in a cave until it went away. There was an over powering hunger that drove me forward.
My first kill as what I would later discover my curse to be.. as a vampire..was a young couple in love that had wandered away from the crowds of people into the woods for a private moment.
Their screams still wake me.

Gina shut the book closed vowing that she couldn't read more. At least not right now. This was too much, and couldn't possibly be true...But in her mind she knew it was. Coles journal had just proven to her that vampires were real.

 

[KINKYCanada]

It had been many months before he made it to London, Cole only moved at night and tried to feed, on the weak and the old at first, he was haunted by the image of the young woman screaming out as he took all the blood she had to give. Though the day weakened him greatly, during the night he was strong, fast and deadly. Killing had never been hard for him, but now it was a bloody joke, humans were so weak and so easily killed. After a feed he could move with the wind, silent, and deadly. He didn't tire any longer, even with only moving at night he moved so fast that he was able to make it many miles with ease.

Feeding was always an issue, Cole was still fighting the curse. Every once in awhile he had to feed on a victim he didn't want to. An innocent much like the lovers that first night. When those times came he would lay them to rest as peacefully as possible. And he always killed them quick and with as little horror to them as he could manage. Then there were the one's that were mean, evil and in his eye's didn't deserve to live! When he came upon these people he tore into them with reckless abandon ripping them to shreds.

After England he sailed to Africa and then back up to England the sub continent was not for him he soon found out. Though a monster he found he still liked to be near civilization. All the while he kept his journal, his entries were as close as his mind would remember. This he found helped keep him from being the total monster he now knew people saw!

KC

 

[Perplexia]

Gina grabbed a bottle of wine and drank it from the bottle as she paced back and forth before her desk. Finally she got the reserve to sit back down and continue reading.

The journal continued on his various exploits through out his life, regrets, mementos he kept to remind him of the wrong he had done as the monster he had become.

She read through till the early hours looking for a sign that he was finally able to conquer his killing spree and any clue what may have happened to him. It seemed by all accounts he hated the curse that had befallen him, and wandered aimlessly for some time trying to gain control over the monster he'd become.

 

[KINKYCanada]

When Cole got back to London he found he could almost exist in the shadows, there were always vagrants and the unwanted ravel of the time. Cole did his best to pick only people that were in their nature evil in one way or another. Here he could steer clear of kids and the truly innocent, he made his home in various abandoned buildings, There he would wait till night fall. Over many, many years he gained more control, he could wait till the right victim was upon him.

But as the years stretched on he knew this couldn't continue alone. There had to be more like him. After all he was turned into a monster from another monster! That stranger who thought he was so worthy had to have been turned. And Cole knew he couldn't be the only one worthy in the killers eyes!

He had found others like him, but they were truly monsters. Lost any part of humanity many years ago. He decided to try and fit in, best he could but found their choices sickening, even having saved a few young girls from them. This got him cast out of the group, stronger then they were they could not kill him but he would not stay there either.

Back in London he carved out a living, he operated only at night and found he had learned to control himself enough to even fit in among the people of the night. A place he began to frequent was a night club called The Diamond Mine, it was dark, seedy and always full. There he could almost blend in, most of the people were pale, emotionally dead. This became his haunt his link to the world, he killed no one there for many years choosing to kill criminals.

He had lost all track of time, he watched as the people changed he did his best to change with them, to look like he fit in.

KC

KC

 

[Perplexia]

Hours after hours she spent going through his entries and learning about the struggle he had adjusting and curving his killing mentality and learning how through no help of others, learning how to curve his blood lust.
In several references he mentioned a haunt that he visited through out time called 'The Diamond Mine'. She researched the name against old historical documents and found that there was still a club in the same location. It was considered a dive goth club where the wanna be's would gather with their friends and partake in their own forms of entertainment.

There were even Yelp reviews on it, which she found amusing. It was already the a.m and too late for her to go there now. She needed to get sleep so she could go to work. With much effort she closed his journal and put it back dis-guarding her gloves and making her way to her bed.

Work actually sped by with the newest shipment of antiquities that arrived on loan from various collectors as well as new acquisitions. Never in her career had she taken an item home before. Why his journal called out to her she didn't know. But if he existed still, even though he could literally kill her without much thought, she had to find him.

They say that you can find out about a person through their writing, the way they express themselves and the way their letters stand. He had always provided much thought and care into the words he chose. His expression of anguish had reached her. Yes she had always believed in vampires, and no she didn't believe that he held any secrets to her past. But he probably held a vast knowledge of the past, and that if anything was exciting to her.

With work over, she went home and showered. She didn't have much in the form of goth clothing, so she decided to just go with a navy fringe top and a pair of black skinny jeans. It was dressy enough for the club and dark enough not to make her stand out like a sore thumb.

Placing a couple index cards in her purse with a felt tip marker she hailed a cab and made her way to the club. It had seemed the seediness of it hadn't changed in the hundreds of years it existed. It had gone through many renovations and name changes, Now it was simply called TDM. She wasn't quite sure why the new trend was to shorten everything down to initials, but there it was.

It was still a bit early for the regular crowds so she hung back in a corner booth and watched those coming in and out for a few hours. Eventually she went up to the bartender and asked if he knew a regular named Cole Bryant. The bartender just shrugged and shook his head no and pointed to a message board where she could leave a note.

Most bars had message boards, a lot of local business' liked to leave their cards and such. Taking her new drink she sat back in her booth and wrote on an index card.

Cole Bryant 1620: I have something that belongs to you. Contact me at the below email address with what the numbers mean in the subject line and we can arrange a public meeting.
With her email address attached she placed the index card on the board. And left the club.

 

[KINKYCanada]

It had been several weeks since Cole went to TDM, he had an urge to watch the youth of London act like something many of them weren't. Over the years he had seen the people come and go, age and die. To avoid suspicion Cole could change his appearance to look older till it was time and then the "old Cole" Would disappear and a few months later a youthful young man would enter the scene. The truth was here at the club no one really paid you any attention if you didn't want it!

As he watched the patrons dance to the mind numbing, repetative beats issuing from the large speakers, he walked through the place, maybe he would happen upon some asshole hitting his woman, he had not fed in a few days and was feeling the effects. As he passed a message board, a board he never really paid much attention to he noticed his name! What's more he noticed the year of his birth. Some one knew who he was. Instinctively he looked around to see if any one was paying him any attention. "They have something of mine!" What he thought what could they possibly have of mine. Then it hit him like a wreaking ball. His journal, the one he was sure was gone forever. He last saw it in the 1940's during the bombing of London. He had been forced to move fast as a bomb had destroyed the building he had been staying in. Sure it had been destroyed along with everything else he never bothered to look for it.

He pulled the card off the cork board and walked out. he went from there to a cyber cafe. One of the great things about never dying, you had time to learn. He learned to use computers, even used them to lure out predators and rapists. Those were days he felt he wasn't a monster, that he could possibly do a little good from time to time.


In the subject line Cole wrote. "Cole Bryant was born in the year of 1620!" Then he moved to the main body of the email. "I am willing to meet you for you to return it!" Then signed it Cole Bryant 1620.

Unable to wait any longer Cole went to the seedy east side of London and found a two bit drug peddler and fed. He had seen the young man being given chance after chance, ignoring them all and instead choosing to return to a life of crime. Now feeling the man was only going to get worse and continue poisoning the youth. Then he went back to the cafe every hour to see if they wrote back.

KC

 

[Perplexia]

Gina was in the middle of reading more of his journal when her email pinged. She got up to check it. Sure enough it was from him. He certainly liked to use exclamation points, was the first thing she noticed.

But honestly what could expect from a nearly 400 year old vampire. Hitting reply on the email she composed the following.

I shall meet you at the Cafe' Kaffenine 66 Great Titchfield St, on Sunday at 8pm. I will be seated by the window wearing jeans and a red off shoulder shirt. I apologize if it seems like an invasion of your privacy for having read your item. But please be assured, i hope to gain nothing from you. Nor would I or have I shown anyone the treasure that you left behind. Please confirm the time is good for you.

Gina.

She reread the email that she was going to send and pressed the send button.

 

[KINKYCanada]

He made it back to the cafe and typed in his login information. There it was a reply from the mystery person. He read her note and gave the whole scenario careful consideration. Was it a trap? Well if it was he pitied the fool that would try such a thing. What were their true intentions? He knew he had to meet them to find out. Sunday, 8pm. It would be a dusk so that was good, a quiet Cafe, where they would have privacy and yet never be alone. This was smart on her part!

"I will be there. I will be wearing a leather coat, and dark jeans with a white tee. I look forward to meeting you and getting to know you." Then he signed it and hit send.

He went to his home and sat in meditative thought for many hours. No one has ever known who or what he was out side of a couple of vampires years back. His identity was now a well kept secret. He had given up trying to find more like him, choosing instead to just live alone and learn all he could about the world he was now in.

KC

 

[Perplexia]

Her email pinged again a bit later and she retrieved the message. That gave her a day left to finish reading what she could of his journal before she had to give it back to him. 'this is foolish G' she told herself. 'Not only is he a vampire but they like their anonymity and you just discovered it. On the other hand as far as mass killers go he did seem rather disgusted with the amount of death he had to cause. With any luck he'll just let me go an not give it another thought. He deserves to have this back, you're ensure that he maintains his anonymity and his kind as well. Imagine what researchers would do with this information.'

That was it she convinced herself it was the right thing to do. Saturday she spent reading the rest of his journal. His entries had led up until WWII. He was in London at the time it was being bombed. She amazed that the journal didn't make it into someones furnace for fuel.

When Sunday came she was on pins and needles. She had talked herself in and out of the meeting a hundred or more times. Slinging her bag over her shoulder with his journal nicely wrapped inside. She made her way to the cafe'. Finding a seat in good view of everything she took a seat and waited for him to arrive. Her eyes scanned the door each time it opened. When she lifted her eyes she lost her breath as he walked through the door. One would never know what he was just from the sight of him. But the man should be a model. The way he filled out his jeans and t'shirt and jacket had all of the girls taking a quick look. She felt like a weed in a flower bed.

 

[KINKYCanada]

Cole found his thoughts couldn't escape this mystery person, who had probably his most treasured possesion, and they wanted to return it! Or at the very least talk to him about it. This was a good thing he told himself in the end. He got up and dressed the way he said he would be styled his hair and slipped on a black pair of trainers. The cafe was across town but he had no trouble making it there at the decided time.

He walked in and scanned the room his dark eyes fell upon the young woman sitting at the window she was in the aforementioned attire. Making his way through the crowd with ease he walked up to the table. "I am Cole Bryant!" He said extending his hand to her. His tuned ears could hear the whispers and the clatter of coffee cups being placed on saucers. The barista mumbling under her breath about how she was promised the weekend off. The poor young man being dumped across the room by a woman who reeked of another mans scent. She had been cheating for some time Cole thought. This was his usual evening but not tonight, he was now at a place with real purpose. He motioned to the empty seat and sat when she didn't object. "I am sure you have questions! I take it you've read it all the way through!" He said turning the waitress away when she tried to take his order.

KC

 

[Perplexia]

She took his hand lightly and observed the coolness of his skin giving it a slight shake as he took his seat. "I have read it in its entirety" she replied telling waitress hot tea with honey when she questioned her order.

When the waitress left she added. "It is because of that i knew the significance that the museum didn't get its hands on it. It is the only concrete proof I've ever seen come through that could expose your kind"

Taking the tea from the waitress she continued. "There is enough verifiable detail to be easily confirmed with technology. That doesn't even count verifying the date of the paper or the ink. You are a talented writer Mr. Bryant" she said softly. "you could very easily take of some of your experiences, embellish on them and create novels or graphic novels, that would ignite the world into another age of vampire media storm. You could easily put True Blood to shame." she said with a smile not sure if he got the reference to the popular books and HBO series.

"Let me reiterate that no one else is aware of it's existence. That will remain that way unless something happens to me an I fail to stop the email i have scheduled to go out which will educate the world. As i'm sure you're aware we live in a world of technology. With that being said Mr. Bryant. I actually don't have any questions. I understood thoroughly what was written and have suspected for some time the reality of it. I'm only sorry that you had to endure what did for so long of a time."

 

[KINKYCanada]

Cole watched her drink her tea and listened to her talk, never saying a word. She had been looking for proof! When she mentioned that she kept it from the museum this maid him smile. So she was a scientist who didn't want the fame that would come from this discovery.

"How do you know that they wouldn't sweep it under the rug? Or be forced too. There's been many signs that we exist! I have walked this earth a long time Miss. I've seen the men in charged slapped in the face with undeniable proof and with in a fort night it's forgotten. The general public does not want us to be real!" He said in a steady voice, though this young woman was intriguing to him. She was brave to want to meet him, if she really did believe in his kind then she was taking an awful risk. "I have killed literally thousands of people. some because the control was not in my hands, most because I wanted to. I had to feed, and your world was better off with out them. In many cases the powers that be found the body and to keep a world from panicking they lied, kept the truth from the masses. I am willing to bet that this little treasure would be made out as a hoax or never see the light of day." He wanted to see her reaction.

Then came the insurance policy, the threat, her trump card. "The book would leak if something happened to her." He gave her a mirthless laugh. "Is that really supposed to scare me? Or save you should I decide to do something to you? I don't think you've thought this all the way through. Is the truth getting out worth your life?" He threatened her. His dark dark eyes peering into hers. He was eager to see her resolve.

KC

 

[Perplexia]

"Mr. Bryant, with the amount of details that you placed in this book, I was able to verify on my own with little effort your existence. I was also able to find a way to reach out to you to return this." With that she reached in her bag and pulled out the journal and slid it across to him. "I think you underestimate the amount of people that want to believe in your existence. As for my life, I would rather your secret stay a secret, as i'm sure you would. But given our unusual circumstance I am only inclined to try to protect myself. You've seen my face, you have my scent. I risked my life from the moment i reached out to you. If it's one thing I learned from my reading is although it's in your nature, I don't believe its worth it to you to find out if I'm right. I also believed that it was important enough to you to return it instead of dis-guarding it in a fireplace."

With that she reached in her purse and laid down the cash for her tea and slowly rose. "I want to thank you for reaching out to me and allowing me to return this. You'll never know what a pleasure it was to meet you."

 

[KINKYCanada]

Cole was a little taken a back. She was a clever and brave one. When she slid the book over to him it was like being reunited with an old friend. She made a valid point and even though he could with ease kill her, she did not deserve to die, on the contrary she was a woman who should live on. A woman who carried a firm belief in trust and choosing what is right and doing it, instead of doing what's easy.

She got up to leave. This Cole did not want he wanted her to stay and talk with him. She could be a link he was looking for. 400 years is along time to go with out an ally.

"Wait! Lets talk. You did as you said! You clearly are a woman who keeps her word." Cole gestured to the seat she just vacated.

KC

 

[Perplexia]

She looked a little shocked at his request that she stay and talk. Her eyes glanced around at the random looks and she slowly sank back into her seat. "Of course I did as I said" she said lightly. "Only an idiot would cross one of your kind. I simply wanted to ensure that you got your property back. I know how personal writing can be to someone. It's an outlet a way to express your inner most thoughts and feelings without being ridiculed or judged."

Her eyes glanced around again and she saw a couple girls staring at him doughy eyed. "Is it like this.. the girls falling all over themselves in your vicinity, everywhere you go?"

 

[KINKYCanada]

Cole was happy she reconsidered. When Gina asked about the girls staring Cole looked over at them. They giggled and acted like stupid kids did, Cole gave them a small smile and then turned to Gina again.

"I will be honest with you, I've never noticed. I generally stay away from people, rarely make eye contact and almost never talk to them. I had many years ago befriended a lovely woman in her fifties. She was nice, honest and courageous. She was a woman of color and was dealing with a lot of issues of the time. I found her to be engaging and interesting. Actually much like you!" Cole began. He had not spoke of Gloria in almost thirty years. Shit had it been that long. "Besides, they have no Idea what they are getting themselves into! I'm sure you get your fair share of stares and suitors!" Cole said with a small smile. "Tell me what made you think there were my kind out there in the first place?" Cole wanted to know, he had kept his head in the sand for so long that he really had no idea what people really believed anymore.

KC

 

[Perplexia]

"You're right they really have no idea what they would be getting themselves into. That woman you spoke of sounds like a wonderful person. I'm glad that you were able to make some sort of connection with someone. I know from what you wrote you had been lonely and a bit detached for quite a long time." she thought about his question about how she knew about his kind.

"I have a reoccurring dream or memory from when I was a young child that had me being pulled away from what I think was my home. The speed in which i was being carried was always blurry and a bit inhuman. The woman that rescued me took me in I remember that I found her crying one night, and her tears were red like blood. After that she sent me to boarding school. Those two experiences and the continual imaginations of writers for both novels and movies made similar comparisons to what I had experienced. Whether or not they were coincidences or actual knowledge that was being leaked it's hard to tell. But in my experience a great tale is often comprised of a little bit of truth."

 

[KINKYCanada]

Cole listened and nodded at her reasoning. He had no reason to think her a liar, or that she would even have a reason to lie to him in the first place.

"Well thank you for sharing that with me. I feel this has been a good start." Cole felt that further evenings and talks with this human would be beneficial. She was truly a lot like his late friend. Why shouldn't he once again have a friend. "Well Miss I would like to invite you to another evening of getting to know each other. I do have a bit of catching up with an old friend to do." He said taking his journal into his hand. It had almost 75 years since he had seen it. When he touched it a thrill came over him. He had longed for the therapeutic effect writing in it had. He had thought of starting a new one but he couldn't bring himself to start one. It would have been a poor subsitute to the original. "I want to thank you for this. You have been... Well you are not a common person. Also Please be careful the air tonight is violent. Most nights like this, are when I find the most cruel people out and about.

He got up and gave Gina a small bow before walking out.

 

[Perplexia]

She was a bit surprised when he said he'd like another evening of getting to know each other. A bit of warmth came over her for the expression that went across his face when he picked up his journal. If there had ever been any doubt she was doing the right thing it was now gone.

"You have my email" she advised as he got up, smiled and bowed. She watched as he left and the girls that were eye humping him watched him go. Shaking her head she thought about this evenings events. A bit of relief went over her that it went as she had hoped it would. Slowly she rose and left the small cafe' keeping in mind his warning she chose to hail a cab instead of walking home.

She didn't live in the best part of London, but it wasn't as dangerous as others. Laying her head against the cool glass of the cab window she closed her eyes to see his face again. There were so many things she wanted to know about his life since the last entry he posted. What probably was on most womens minds when they thought of vampires..was it possible for them to love. If so, did he have a tragic love story?

Locking her door behind her she turned on her computer to see her inbox empty and delete the email she had set up in he drafts. Pouring herself a glass of wine she turned on the tv and proceeded to flip through the channels.

 

[KINKYCanada]

Cole walked briskly from the cafe. He wanted nothing more then to sit and break open his journal and relive his past.

He got into a cab and drove to the place he was staying. It was a small apartment in Peckham. it wasn't a good part of London but it had it's advantages. No one asked him questions and no one fucked with him once they learned he was a very dangerous man.

As he leafed through the journal he saw where he wrote his last entry.

Sept, 6 1941. I've been huddled in this building for what seems like an eternity. Scared children, and mothers all staring at me. I'm the only man in there. The rest are fighting, or helping dig out survivors from caved in ruins. I want nothing more then to leave, even help but the sun is up! I can not leave, I must stay and endure the eye of the innocent on me. I have not fed in a few nights. The call is getting greater my resolve is weakening! A young mother called me a coward as she got comfortable with her two young kids. If she only knew! I was no coward. I've seen things these mortals wouldn't in their sickest nightmares. I've killed more monsters then they will ever know yet here and now I am the coward. I hear bombs in the distance."


That was it, his mind raced back to this point in time. He escaped the bomb but no one else did. When the night came and he could dig himself out he did, then he joined the auxiliary fire departments and helps with any rescue. The last person they found was the mother and her kids. He hated her for what she said to him. Maybe she wasn't wrong though.

He wiped a solitary tear of blood from his cheek. The emotions and memories flooding his mind. He had missed that journal, and now he wished it had stayed buried. He had not thought of the details of that day since it happened. He had blocked them out, everything but the journal now it was a stark reminder of the horrors of man. He had thought he was a monster for many hundreds of years. Yet it was man that was the true monster. Angered now Cole put the book down and left his apartment. He walked several miles in a very short period of time.

There he was Jakie! A sick degenerate who had used his own wife as a payment plan for his debt then he had beat her for cheating. He had always known he would kill Jakie but also knew that with him gone what little his wife had would also go. This weak excuse would not hold him back any longer.

"What! You look'n for truble bud?" Jackie said. He had been waiting for a friend to pick him up and take him to a local card game. A Game Sam would end up paying an awful price for.

Cole bared his fangs and ran at Jakie, who screamed out in the night. Cole tore into him, seeing all the faces of the innocent kids in the building. Hearing the word 'Coward' over and over again. Cole was merciless. Jackie swung his fat fists at him but he might as well have been hitting him with a feather duster for all the good it did.

After he fed he looked at the carnage. Cursing himself for losing his cool. He then thought of Gina if she did in fact read the journal then she knew, she knew the horrors he had seen and done. Why then would she want him to re live them? Walking away from the freshly killed thug he went back to his place to change. Then he calmed himself before walking out the door again. He needed to clear his mind, the next meeting he would have a few more direct questions for the young lady.

KC

 

[Perplexia]

“you’re insane” she told herself as she pulled her hair up into pony tail. “but it was the right thing to do. He has suffered enough in this world without having to lose his outlet.” She could hear the thunder rolling and knew a storm was about to release. She really needed to run though. There was something about the sound of the pavement below as her feet pounded rhythmically over it that she needed. He did warn her to be careful but perhaps what he was sensing only had to do with the vicinity of the café’.

After tying her laces and stretching she locked her door and headed out onto the street. Her mind went back to meeting Cole. His eyes held such an intensity that it almost pained her to look away. Somewhere she had thought that they would be lifeless. Yet they weren’t. He was everything she thought he would be, yet there was so much more. It was possible that she would never hear from him again. After all why should he reach out to her? His kind were the superior beings, other then the whole killing to feed thing. That should bother her, but why didn’t it?

Reality was, at anytime and at any moment she could be taken and killed. Not just by him, but his kind in general. There were vampires in the world. This wasn’t a book she could put down or a show she could pause and drool over. This was the real word: one where she got up and went to work, the one where she paid her taxes, and spent a great amount of time living in the past of the world. But that was what really fueled her, the discovering the past secrets and forgotten moments.
Now she was enamored with a man born in 1640. A man who was there for a lot of her favorite parts of history, he was a man that witnessed the true monstrosity of what the human race had become.

Placing her hands on her hips she caught her breath. She had run further then she had planned being lost in her head and the world of Cole Bryant. She scanned her surroundings and found a couple of unsavory characters watching her with interest.

 

[KINKYCanada]

Not being able to get the now fresh horrors out of his mind Cole decided, he needed too learn more about this new woman in his life. He moved with purpose, telling the young cabbie to not doddle.

When he got to the cafe, feeling that she lived near by, if he tried hard enough he would be able to actually pick up her particular scent. The perfume, her own unique womanly smells. He found that she was actually pretty far from the cafe he was beginning to doubt he would find her, it took him a bit to do so. She was in trouble. He knew that there was trouble, he had of course hoped it would not find her.

Every time he thought the night held particular danger, sure enough he would read about murder, rape, assault and all other means of crime.

What Cole saw amazed him, she was holding her own and actually fighting off the assailants. He watched before acting. Should she prove victorious he would leave her be and not make himself known. If not he would intervene and help her.

Finally one of the scum hit her blindside and knocked Gina to the ground. When the second man was about to pounce on the now disorientated woman Cole moved in. He was upon the man in an instant, hitting him so hard in the side of the head that both his eardrums literally shattered. Then he kicked the first man's knee out crippling him. Taking their wallets he got their I.D..

"The police will not be called this day. I have your id and I know where you both live. Should their be anymore trouble for this young lady or any other I will be calling upon you, and this little spanking will seem like a warm hand job compared to what I will do to you!" Cole said menacingly. "Are you alright ma'am?" He asked choosing not to use her name infront of the two men. He held out his hand for her.

KC

 

[Perplexia]

Gina had attempted to avoid them, but found herself cornered. She got some good blows in and managed to give them one hell of a fight. But that hadn't been good enough. At least she had managed to get good enough looks at them to be able to describe them if they let her live.

In a blink of an eye she watched the one that struck her go flying, then the next. Cole was on top of them in an instant threatening their existence if they ever attempted such a feat again.

Now he stood before her offering his hand. She took the hint of no names when he called her Ma'am. Taking his hand he pulled her up in an instant. "I think so"She replied to his question if she was okay. One of them moved and Gina jumped slightly. "I ran further then I normally do. I was trying to .." she looked up at him as she realized she still hadn't released his hand.

"I just want to go home" she said softly.