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Vampire's Journal (Jerrin Bloodlette Story)

Krist
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Hell is cold.
There is a misunderstanding among some, who think that burning is the worst thing that can happen, but I must correct this. The intellectual part of my cursed life wishes for the fire to take me, for I deserve no less, and long for the cleansing of the flame. Still, the instinct always takes over. The will to live, though living is not what this is. It is unlife. Immortal. Undead. Cold.
So these truths must remain. Hell is cold, and I am vampire.
I am always cold.
I am always in hell.

I have written other journals that I no longer have in my possession. I have already documented my life with Palina, until a devil took it all away from me, leaving only this curse as a reminder of his trespasses. As if Molag Bal had not caused enough pains in my life, a priest of his fooled me into thinking Palina alive, all in an effort to force me to accept who my master is. I destroyed him and his followers, and thought I had thwarted their plans. However, I now know they were the sacrifice to Stone Fire and I am now twice victim of the daedric prince of enslavement and domination.

Yet something has happened. Rumor speaks of a soulless hero who somehow weakened the master of Coldharbour, doing something I have not been able to do. In all truthfulness, have never really tried to do. I have spent many life times blaming the vampire that took my Palina, and my search for that devil has produced nothing. So now my attention is turned to my father, the real villain of my soul.

I am going to Coldharbour.

I am going home.
"Krist the Lionheart? No. Lionheart was my dog" -Krist
"Darling, if looks were everything, I would be king of the world" -Luke
"That place, between day and night, that purple color just before dark, that is where you will find me"- Hughe
  • Eirikir
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    This is really good.
    Server: PS4-NA
    PSN: Eirikir
    Name: Eirikir "Erik" Kololf
    Alliance: Ebonheart Pact
    Race: Nord (Lycanthrope)
    Class: Dragonknight (Melee/Range DPS)
    Playstyle: Crafter, PVE, PVP, Roleplayer
  • Krist
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    How do you fight a god? A Daedric prince if you will. Without the assistance of another, it is pointless, and no other will help a child of Molag Bal exact revenge. With this knowledge, and with this acceptance, I find my hunger has dwindled back to a manageable level. I feed only when I need feed now, but the hunger, oh the hunger, is always there.
    The shame though has returned double.

    As I was lost in my desire of vengeance I came upon a homeless boy who did not understand what I was. I had seen him before, yet I always passed him over. I cannot say why, as in my hunger a meal was a meal, and no one mortal held importance over another in that aspect. I must say, all were completely equal if they could feed the monster within. They were cattle.
    Yet this boy.
    I had fed, and in fact over indulged myself that night, so that when I did once again come across the homeless boy my mind was clear of desire, clear of my salacity, if only for a few hours.
    There he sat on the same box in the same alley he always sat, every time I passed. Usually he was counting his days earnings, earned by begging or picking. I did not begrudge him either, for was I not a beggar, a thief? Did I not give in to my own needs as well?
    I walked up to him and handed him a coin, one that was worth more than his entire day's grab. His eyes widened as he looked up to me, and I suddenly felt as if he had discerned exactly what I was. I was almost excited to think such, as if this boy could see past my visage, as if something was special about him.
    There was nothing special of him. He was in wonder that one would give him such a valuable coin. He began to thank me, and he caused me to smile. I had not smiled , not a real smile, in a very long time. My smiles are usually kept for my victims, though there is no mirth within those smiles.
    There is only hunger.
    Not this time. I cannot say what caused it. I felt something was familiar about him, though I could not know what. Perhaps a lost dream of a family worked it's way to the surface of my knowing, when I was married and only dreamed of a family. Before it was stolen from me with this curse.
    Before I was vampire.
    I patted his capped head, gently like a father would a son, and his smile, missing one tooth, returned my own. As I walked away he watched me, as he fixed his cap properly again.
    This scene repeated a few times a week over several weeks. I warn any reader to not mistake any of this for warmth, familiarity, or kindness. Not as I mistook myself even.
    There is no warmth.
    There is no familiarity with mortals.
    There is no kindness.
    Then he was gone. Just like that. One week, two weeks, three weeks passed and he was no longer there. I could not fathom he willingly left such a spot that produced coin so well for him. Something else must have occurred, something else must have happened. I could only wonder if there was something worse than I lurking about, and came to the conclusion that it was not possible. The nights were mine, and my indulgences were still my secret. Yet Molag Bal be damned, I did not give in to my blood lust, not with this child.
    Maybe the child represented a small spark of mortal within? Maybe he was placed there by a power higher than even Molag Bal, to teach me that I am still able to.....to......to what? Love? No. Feel compassion? No.
    I was working through this very thought one evening when I saw the boy again, and he was with a couple. He was acting as if he was their son, and they as if they were his parents. Someone had saved him from the streets, and from the looks of them they were well off. They climbed in a carriage, and the boy saw me. He waved, drawing the eye of his new father to me. I simply nodded and walked on. I not only let him live, but he had found his family. He found good people willing to take him in.

    I beg you, the reader, to not read on. Let us leave it at this, please. Yet, I must complete my confession. Stop here, and think better of me. You are warned.


    I swear I was only wishing to take a look at the life this boy now had. Why I did not feed beforehand I cannot say. An oversight, mayhaps?
    They let me into their home when they saw that I was a kind friend of the boy. The father was less willing, but his new mother said it was nonsense to not allow the child to see people who showed him charity. The child told of how I would give him coin, and unlike so many others, asked nothing in return. It put the father at ease, and made his mother smile. They asked me to sit for a bit, and visit, they wished get to know me.
    I obliged them.
    I was holding the boy, covered with blood, when I came to my senses. I tried to tell him I meant none of this for him, I truly only meant the best.
    He screamed.
    I fed again until the screaming stopped.

    I am Jerrin Bloodlette.
    I am always cold.
    I am always in hell.


    I am vampire.


    "Krist the Lionheart? No. Lionheart was my dog" -Krist
    "Darling, if looks were everything, I would be king of the world" -Luke
    "That place, between day and night, that purple color just before dark, that is where you will find me"- Hughe
  • dcam86b14_ESO
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    I loved it.
  • bloodthirstyvampire
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    Me and my dear sweet matron will come up with a plan, just leave it to us.
    I've been muted... This sucks T_T, I tried to appeal it but I have to do a 400 page essay on Baiting, tho I have been given many chances, the thing that got me muted was BS, the thread was closed for baiting and that was it I was muted, I wasn't even baiting anybody. It was never my intention. I gave my honest opinion and people took it as baiting.
  • Krist
    Krist
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    It's the nails.
    I can't say that I know what I look like all the time, like anyone else I would have to see my reflection to understand if something is right, or if everything is wrong. That becomes something of a problem as I cannot really see my reflection. There are times, I suppose, I see something of a reflection in clean windows, mirrors, or still water, but then I have come to realize it is only a reflection I wish see.
    I see me reflected on the faces of others, but let us be honest, mostly others only wish you see what they choose for you to see. Until they lose control, but by then.....

    I am called a predator, and indeed I am. It is something I have tried to fight but the fight is gone. I accept my fate, for now. Part of the reason the guilt has subsided is because I have come to the conclusion that everyone is a predator, though some far better than others. The man looking for a lover, has only his self gratification in mind. The woman looking for passion has only her passion to fulfill. The child who so loves his parents, only loves them because of the need of them. No one is looking to simply help others, or give another solely what they want. The best people can do, from the human to the elf, and all the sordid things in between, is meet someone with similar goals. Even a good mother is only a good mother to their child due to the most base of human desire, that a part of who they are lives on. The father so that their own name live on.

    I walked in my own hell for so long, until I realized it was not hell at all, just Hammerfell. What is a vampire doing in a desert land is a good question to ask, as the sun is not my friend, though it is far worse on other types of vampires.
    Types? As if I know what "type" I am. What little research I have been able to muster suggests that my kind may come from Skyrim, but I know little more than that. I have known vampires that burn in the sun, and read of others that seem to not be effected by it, though I question that as possible fiction.

    It is night, and I stand alone with the stars shining down, no moon to speak of. While the air is now chilling, I can still feel the warmth from the heated sand. It isn't enough to keep me warm though. I eye the light coming from Abah's Landing, the only major city of Hew's Bane. In this city, I will find what I need to warm me, for some time, until I must move on again.

    Oh, it's the nails. My nails extend some when I feed, and it is then that my victim sees me, the real me, and by my nails, at that point, I know what I must look like.
    "Krist the Lionheart? No. Lionheart was my dog" -Krist
    "Darling, if looks were everything, I would be king of the world" -Luke
    "That place, between day and night, that purple color just before dark, that is where you will find me"- Hughe
  • Krist
    Krist
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    I watched her on the balcony of the inn for a while, though she did no realize she was being watched. Not by me at least. I am sure many watched her, as her beauty was undeniable. Her skin was dark, even for a Redguard. While I do not feel things as I did when mortal, and can barely even remember those feelings, beauty still struck me. The sensuality, while very real, was not in the way mortals view each other either. Still, there was something sensual about her.
    "You barely touched your drink sir," the waitress said to me as she checked on her customers that chose the night air over the smokey inside.
    "I am fine," I replied to her, purposefully making eye contact. It ensured that whatever I said resonated well within her, making her feel most comfortable with my suggestions. It was not true mind control, such as some sorcerers have. I could never make someone do something as extreme as kill themselves, unless it was already their wish. Instead it was a simple nudge, and to her, everything truly was fine, even if her customer ordered wine he would never drink.
    "I can join you soon if you wish," she offered a smile that would probably break most men, but then, I am not man. I was about to decline, with some proper excuse why, when the hunger struck, and I knew then I would not deny it.
    "That would be nice," I said, and my eyes wandered past her smiling face to the dark woman still leaning on the rail looking out over the desert.
    "Krist the Lionheart? No. Lionheart was my dog" -Krist
    "Darling, if looks were everything, I would be king of the world" -Luke
    "That place, between day and night, that purple color just before dark, that is where you will find me"- Hughe
  • FurySevenSix
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    This is awesome.
  • Krist
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    Vampires can be discreet, and if we are wise, we can feed with none the wiser, not even the victim. I say victim, but it is not unpleasant for them at all. Much as a night of passion is for mortals, so it can be for the one we drink from.

    Her name was Arihel, and she was the waitress I mentioned in a prior entry. She was whom I fed on, off and on, for a couple of weeks. She was changing, and I fear I may have passed the curse on to her. She did not know why she felt weak, and I hoped it was simply from the blood loss. My hope however was being dashed as she told me of the discomfort she was feeling during the day, and the strange cravings she was started to get. She did not elaborate on her cravings, but I knew it all too well. I had to make a choice. Do I finish feeding on her, completely, or allow the disease to take, and make her vampire as well.
    Another problem that may have to be dealt with...would she become feral, or keep a sense of who she is. I remember my dear Palina, as she was as a mortal, and how she was when I left her to her fate. She had completely lost her mind to the thirst, a condition that seems to happen more times than not. What is the ultimate factor of result is beyond my understanding, but to this date I have never let another turn, and even as I pondered on it, I knew Arihel would be no different. It was mercy, or as much mercy as one of my kind can provide. This is what I tell myself.

    I should have let this journal entry end with my thoughts on Arihel, and how I was merely being merciful, yet I must be honest. The dark skinned lady has captured my thinking even as I ponder the situation with the tavern server. She creeps into my waking thoughts, and even my own dreams. Not as the lust of a mortal, but more as an admirer of fine art, when the admirer feels he must have it. I supply this entry here, and ponder if my decision to show Arihel kind mercy is not, even if a little, subject to my desire to pursue this Redguard, this dark skinned beauty that has captured me, and in some ways, unknown to her, sealed the fate of another.

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    Edited by Krist on March 5, 2019 5:53AM
    "Krist the Lionheart? No. Lionheart was my dog" -Krist
    "Darling, if looks were everything, I would be king of the world" -Luke
    "That place, between day and night, that purple color just before dark, that is where you will find me"- Hughe
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