The Birth of a Lord

The Birth of a Lord
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+CruxShadow666+ sat in the darkness of his lounge, bathed in the glow of his computer screen.

It was a sickness.

An obsession.

His passion.

Vampires.

He would endlessly browse vampire websites and blogs. He would lurk in chat rooms and on forums and message-boards. He would observe, read, and invariably sneer at the webmaster or blogger or poster. He had always considered himself to be superior to the other surfers and webmasters and site members who frequented the same vampire and bloodfetish sites as he. He felt that there was something a little off about them, something not quite right. To him they were nothing but poseurs, pretenders. They were role players in Halloween costumes.

But he was different.

He was the genuine article.

He was a blood-drinker.

A vampire.

“Fop bastard. Prancing around calling yourself The Brat Prince or Le-fucking-stat. You wish. Define vampire. Look it up. Doesn’t say fifteen year old goth-boi with too much black eyeliner and a Stephenie Meyer fan club membership. Dick. How can you be a vampire and not drink blood? Sparkly twat,” he spat the words from his lips as if they were rancid morsels, spittle raining onto the LCD monitor.

+CruxShadow666+ would rant and rave at his computer screen, punctuate his words by rapping his knuckles on his desk. He would sit there, red faced with rage, itching to rip into the source of his ire. He would even go as far as typing a detailed response, pounding so hard on the keyboard his fingers would ache. But then he would delete it, erase what he had written, resist posting it. Just the act of writing the response, even without his current nemesis seeing it, would be enough to sate him for a while, be enough to get the latest outrage purged from his system. Usually.

These days, he mostly lurked, didn’t take part in the discussions he ran across on the forums or social networks. Even he, who once thrived on the conflicts he could instigate with just about anybody, had grown tired of his own troll behavior and constantly causing havoc. On the rare occasion he posted anywhere now, a flame war would inevitably erupt. Unfortunately, his reputation preceded him onto many sites.

Somebody would know of him from elsewhere and relay comments he’d made about most vampire enthusiasts being role players, or fakes or wannabes. Some of the more net savvy had posted links to cached pages of forum posts by +CruxShadow666+ or posted a screen-shots of them. The moderators of some of the more earnest communities did not appreciate his comments. And he’d be banned or asked to leave. Sometimes he’d even play nice for a while, ignore the comments that infuriated him. But eventually, he’d flame somebody, rant and rave at them and end up banned anyway. Being part of the community and seeming to fit in would only delay the inevitable.

But most of his online time was consumed by searching for something – the ultimate vampire story. He would plow his way through hundreds of pages of search engine results and never tire of his quest, no matter how many bad Anne Rice clones he happened across. He’d sit through them all – the bad goth poetry, the Interview with the Vampire fan fics, the Edward/Jacob slash fiction, the Dracula pastiches, the angst-ridden Poe-a-likes, the hardly literary and the barely literate. Sometimes, it seemed as if he was looking for the Holy Grail – there was no hard evidence that it existed but he believed that it did exist.

Like the devoutly religious, he had faith.

He knew that he would find what he was looking for. Someday.

There has to be somebody. There has to be. I know it’s there. “Vampire Stories” in quotes – in quotes – throws up like 273,000 results on Googleplex alone. In quotes! Christ. I dunno. Maybe I’m just too hard to please.

His searches were always fruitless. Although he found many stories online to enjoy – and there were several writers whose work he kept track of – he could never find that one brilliant-cut diamond amongst so much faceted glass he so eagerly sought. Nothing had ever made him feel the way he wanted to feel.

It would be unmistakable – first he would feel a creeping sensation in the base of his neck, like delicate fingers running through his hair. His spine would tingle with excitement and his left eye would twitch as it always did when he was in an emotional or agitated state. As the words flowed into him he would feel the skin on his cock tighten as his loins filled with precious blood. He would not be able to stop himself from caressing it as it grew even harder. He would not be able to resist releasing it from its confines when he was certain he had found it.

He would know, within seconds, when he had found the one.

He knew that his body would instantly react when he found what he was looking for.

In all the years he had searched for it, not one of the books or stories he had devoured in his quest had even come close to sating him, satisfying the vampiric hunger inside him.

+CruxShadow666+ sighed out his lung capacity in a steady stream then yawned. His ass was numb. He’d not moved from his chair for hours and thought that if he didn’t do so soon he might get a thrombosis. His right thumb hurt from clicking on link after link and his fingers where stiff from endlessly moving the trackball in his mouse.

scroll

click

read

scroll

click

read

Hit the X at the top right of the window.

He sighed again, closed the window and opened another link to yet another vampire site.

“Just one more.”

As the page began to load, +CruxShadow666+’s face was blank. He held absolutely no hope of ever finding what he was looking for.

His faith was faltering.

www.LilyTransyl.com

click

A picture loaded and his eyes widened.

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Product Details
File Size: 177 KB
Print Length: 15 pages
Fortmat: ePub
Features: Flowing text
Language: English

Price(USD): $0.55