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is what both saved and ended my life as I know it. Not because she had mercy, but because she was a sick demon bitch and she craved suffering. She would make me like she was and then send me home.
I eventually did go home and my sleep is still filled with nightmares of the screams of my loved ones. I hear the children innocently calling for help the name of the person killing them. I also eventually killed that demon bitch. It’s in our nature; she had to have been expecting it, probably part of her hoped for it.
That was many years ago, though I don’t look a day older. I have moved and changed my name twice since those events. I always end up in the suburbs; there I can fit in unnoticed. Some of the legends were true. I do sleep most days but the sun doesn’t hurt me. Now, with more control, I even maintain normal jobs and a little bit of a social life. It cracks me up though when I see my kind portrayed on the late night TV movies. I can recognize my kind and trust me, you shouldn’t think Lugosi. Now Dahmer , Gein and Gacy , those were vampires.
The Epicures
Ryan and Paul’s new place “Claudette’s” (named after Ryan’s English bulldog) had not been doing too well. After some success in the bay area, they had come to California’s wine country with hopes of being the next “French Laundry”. To their dismay, becoming “foodie holy ground” proved a tad harder than the young entrepreneurs expected.
Claudette’s had only been open a month but failed to garner any fans. It seemed the wave of acclaim they road in on had already begun to recede. Ryan was thinking of going back home for the weekend while the restaurant received new flooring that hadn’t arrived in time for the opening. Paul, an avid mountain biker and outdoor enthusiast, came up with an idea for a camping trip. He convinced Ryan a weekend of breathtaking views in the High Sierras was just what they needed to get their heads back in the game. Before he knew it, Paul found himself paying the campground fee. Jumping back into the SUV, he told Ryan to take the next road past the ranger station. Hearing the grinding sound of the gravel under his SUV’s tires, it occurred to Ryan that it had never been off pavement. The road wound along the edge of a lake but only gave quick glimpses of water through the dense tree growth. Following the map the ranger gave them, the road veered up. Ryan stopped the car by a rusted fire ring. In front of them the tree line gave way to the lake below, glistening in the early June sun, beyond the lake were nothing but mountains.
“Wow this is fantastic. Good idea Paul!”
“I told you, it’s incredible up here.”
Paul was relieved by Ryan’s excitement. Ryan’s idea of roughing it was eating a TV dinner. It rather surprised Paul when Ryan agreed to the trip. Paul’s own enthusiasm was tested when he found himself doing most of the work putting up the tents and setting up camp. Being a resilient soul, he never stayed irritated for long. Besides , Paul thought, having to do most of the work wasn’t anything new .
As the sun disappeared behind the mountain, they settled around a fire. Paul made what he called “Cowboy fillets” with herb butter. For the sides: grilled asparagus spears and new potatoes. The meal was a lot more work than Paul would normally go through camping alone. He even put effort in plate presentation, but could tell Ryan was less than impressed. Ryan took two bites then announced he would be doing breakfast.
They spent the rest of the evening polishing off two nice bottles of red wine and brainstorming new ideas for Claudette’s menu. After Ryan felt he had drunk enough to attempt sleeping in a sleeping bag, he excused himself to his tent. Paul stayed up for awhile enjoying the stars. He contemplated sleeping outside until the cool air turned plain cold. Then he retired as well.
Paul woke to the humid warm air of his tent. Outside the early light cast the campsite in hues
I eventually did go home and my sleep is still filled with nightmares of the screams of my loved ones. I hear the children innocently calling for help the name of the person killing them. I also eventually killed that demon bitch. It’s in our nature; she had to have been expecting it, probably part of her hoped for it.
That was many years ago, though I don’t look a day older. I have moved and changed my name twice since those events. I always end up in the suburbs; there I can fit in unnoticed. Some of the legends were true. I do sleep most days but the sun doesn’t hurt me. Now, with more control, I even maintain normal jobs and a little bit of a social life. It cracks me up though when I see my kind portrayed on the late night TV movies. I can recognize my kind and trust me, you shouldn’t think Lugosi. Now Dahmer , Gein and Gacy , those were vampires.
The Epicures
Ryan and Paul’s new place “Claudette’s” (named after Ryan’s English bulldog) had not been doing too well. After some success in the bay area, they had come to California’s wine country with hopes of being the next “French Laundry”. To their dismay, becoming “foodie holy ground” proved a tad harder than the young entrepreneurs expected.
Claudette’s had only been open a month but failed to garner any fans. It seemed the wave of acclaim they road in on had already begun to recede. Ryan was thinking of going back home for the weekend while the restaurant received new flooring that hadn’t arrived in time for the opening. Paul, an avid mountain biker and outdoor enthusiast, came up with an idea for a camping trip. He convinced Ryan a weekend of breathtaking views in the High Sierras was just what they needed to get their heads back in the game. Before he knew it, Paul found himself paying the campground fee. Jumping back into the SUV, he told Ryan to take the next road past the ranger station. Hearing the grinding sound of the gravel under his SUV’s tires, it occurred to Ryan that it had never been off pavement. The road wound along the edge of a lake but only gave quick glimpses of water through the dense tree growth. Following the map the ranger gave them, the road veered up. Ryan stopped the car by a rusted fire ring. In front of them the tree line gave way to the lake below, glistening in the early June sun, beyond the lake were nothing but mountains.
“Wow this is fantastic. Good idea Paul!”
“I told you, it’s incredible up here.”
Paul was relieved by Ryan’s excitement. Ryan’s idea of roughing it was eating a TV dinner. It rather surprised Paul when Ryan agreed to the trip. Paul’s own enthusiasm was tested when he found himself doing most of the work putting up the tents and setting up camp. Being a resilient soul, he never stayed irritated for long. Besides , Paul thought, having to do most of the work wasn’t anything new .
As the sun disappeared behind the mountain, they settled around a fire. Paul made what he called “Cowboy fillets” with herb butter. For the sides: grilled asparagus spears and new potatoes. The meal was a lot more work than Paul would normally go through camping alone. He even put effort in plate presentation, but could tell Ryan was less than impressed. Ryan took two bites then announced he would be doing breakfast.
They spent the rest of the evening polishing off two nice bottles of red wine and brainstorming new ideas for Claudette’s menu. After Ryan felt he had drunk enough to attempt sleeping in a sleeping bag, he excused himself to his tent. Paul stayed up for awhile enjoying the stars. He contemplated sleeping outside until the cool air turned plain cold. Then he retired as well.
Paul woke to the humid warm air of his tent. Outside the early light cast the campsite in hues
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