[Sodium_noir] Arrival at the Lachrymatory

[Aaron Lee]

Tellos Dhampir
The Lachrymatory - Inside
About 10 pm


As things stay the same and nobody even asks him if he wants a drink he 
keeps thinking on this place, inevoidibly returns to that night one year 
ago. Why were they targeted? What in the hell was the reason they had been 
meant to die? He hated being one of a kind, least as far as he knew. He 
hated the pain if living in two worlds and never belonging in either. Seemed 
like love and joy and all the good emmtions in this world were but dreams to 
him or distant fading memories that were drown out by the pain and the death 
and the sorrow and the loss and everything else that just seemed to like 
following him!

Now he had to walk around everywhere with a sword and a .45 caliber handgun 
at all times why?!
Did they cross somebody did they say too much? Then he couldint even try and 
go on with a normal life. No he knew he'd be suspected of murder and told he 
killed his parants that night, but it wasint him he knew it.


The sword was his last link to that night, that and a picture the only one 
he was in with both parants before his reflection faded. Later the aura he 
let offf made people almost fear him. Now he didint know what to say, his 
world was gone. Torn to shreds by these vampires in but one night his whole 
life was taken from him. Now all he had was that picture and that Sword. The 
only words that were written upon the pictures back were the words that kept 
him going for so long. Two simple words that kept him fighting and kept him 
going even when his normal doggish stubborn will to survive failed.

The words were "I remember."

This was his most powerful weapon against the vampires these two words. 
Because while they rewrote all other things they could not erase what was 
burned in his mind heart body and very soul. No they failed there and that 
nights events are what told him now he had to keep moving, killing time was 
wasting time. So as he turns on his heels he slowly moves his way to the 
doors and to where he'd been told he could gather his things. For him in 
this life there was no peace, no respite and no forgiveness or redemption. 
There was only war pain and the laughter of those who watched him as he 
fought on.

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