Alcander Owen Administrator Former ARC Leader member is offline
"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."
Joined: Oct 2005 Gender: Female Posts: 269 Location: The Dark Karma: 2
Pages of a Demonic Heart « Thread Started on Nov 27, 2005, 5:01pm »
Alcander Owen's journal has ever been a simple one. The need to lock it away and hide it never appealed to the vampire as hiding places are so simple to access and so he keeps it on his person always. The item is small, a black leather bound pad that might be viewed as a pocket-bible from a distance. There is a buckle in order to secure it closed, but no key. On the front is his eternal symbol, a red rose with bloody thorns and above this marking in bright crimson letters is stitched the words "Alcander Owen". The leather is a bit scratched and marked, but mostly unharmed.
The pages are old, worn, and yellowed. And one might find it difficult to read the unruly cursive scrawl that is the vampire's handwriting. Letters are faded, tips are frayed and dogeared. For some time he did not use the notepad, merely had it as a keepsake, a memory of one long gone, but more and more often he finds use for it. When questions and worries begin to plague him he turns to his journal...
Scrawled on the inside cover:
But God! If You do exist then how is it You suffer me live? I pray everyday that You might smite me Send me into the depths of Hell. Or have you already sent me there? Is this half-life my eternal damnation? If You really exist would you not tell me what to do? How to live? Or is this even living?
Alcander Owen Administrator Former ARC Leader member is offline
"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."
Joined: Oct 2005 Gender: Female Posts: 269 Location: The Dark Karma: 2
Re: Pages of a Demonic Heart « Reply #1 on Nov 27, 2005, 5:12pm »
Entry 1
Yes, well I suppose this is what you're for isn't it? Confiding my worries? It's funny, I never saw a journal as much use. It just seemed like a lovely little item that can be lost (or more likely stolen) revealing your deepest, darkest secrets. And yet, I'm troubled and there is no one to turn to. Oh the irony of that statement; a hundred vampires (my own kind no less!) at my back and not one of them can I trust. We truly are a blood-thirsty race are we not?
Well... What happened today? I met with Constance. Yes, you'll remember her, beautiful vampiress, intelligent, cunning. It's safe to say that I hated her instantly. She dislikes me I think, which is good because I dislike her as well. But I need her. It's madness, but she is strong and I need her. What a rut I find myself in! To be rid of her is to cause me great harm, but to continue to stand at her side and keep this facade is to harm me as well.
What am I to do then? Simply keep watch? To me this sounds best.
Besides, perhaps I am entirely incorrect. It may be that I am just paranoid (as so many would say that I am) and am blowing the entire thing far out of proportion. But the nagging voice at the back of my head continues to whisper: "Be ye 'ware Alcander. Turn your back on her no more then you have the werewolf."
Alcander Owen Administrator Former ARC Leader member is offline
"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."
Joined: Oct 2005 Gender: Female Posts: 269 Location: The Dark Karma: 2
Re: Pages of a Demonic Heart « Reply #2 on May 22, 2009, 3:53pm »
Entry 2
I fell for her. How is it I fell for her? I know not. I know only that she has tricked me. Vile thing. Demon. Bitch. Succubus. None of these words are powerful enough to describe the loathing that I now feel. Constance Keat...seemed so very perfect as a mate. Just the right amount of malevolence coupled with a touch of grace and beauty and stirred together in the rivers of a darkest dream.
But she betrayed me, poisoned me, and planted me beneath the dirt for time out of mind. How long was I down there? I know not. How many droplets of blood from the vermin of the Earth was I required to consume in order to make my slow, crawling way back to the surface? I don't care to think.
All I know is this; I will have my revenge.
I am weak now. But someday I will be strong again. When that day comes, that bitch had better watch her back, 'else she will find a sword planted in it.
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