| Subject: †beyond the glory† |
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Buster
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Date Posted: 19:29:24 10/22/02 Tue
In reply to:
Arcanus
's message, "**Waits**" on 16:55:15 10/22/02 Tue
Eyes shift to the female then back again to the male. They are distant, always with the same sort of coldness which often clouded his demeanor. He listens to Arcanus's tragic tale, undocked tail laying limp at his side. He had always possessed a hatred of Vampires, except for Pergatori, of course, when she choose to come around. He wonders how an individual could tell his dark past so easily to a total stranger, even if that stranger is a dog. The part about the bars interested him the most. Not a good interest, more of like an intense memory. He often remembers things, most in his sleep, nightmares of those things that had happened so long ago. Images often clustered his mind, providing himself a reason to maim, a reason to kill.
He speaks suddenly. I hear. This is all he says for now.
He cannot express sympathy or anything of the sort. The coldness and hatred had buried that part of himself so long ago. He often tries to recall his early puppyhood, the days with Vile, his closest living relative and a trusted friend. It is worthless, he tries to keep his mind from wondering, tries to keep it from conjuring up all those silly memories from so long ago.
-Silly?- His mind speaks to him in silence. -You haven't forgotten I suppose...- It continues.
-No, of course I haven't.- He retorts to his own mind, emotion building quite high. -How could I ever have forgotten that--
-Now, now, now.- His mind cuts himself off. -I know you haven't. 'Tis my job. I shall keep running these memories until the day you drop dead. Are they still clear?-
-Ohh, too clear! Too clear!- He cries to his own mind. -Make them stop! Don't bring them before my eyes!-
-Oh dear Buster...- His mind replies quietly, teasingly. -You MUST see these. You MUST see them ALL!-
-NO! Please NO!- He pleads, begs, to the Mind.
The Mind continues on in the same quiet tone. -You do remember your mother don't you?- The mind laughs.
-Of course I do! But don't you show her to me...- His voice trails off in his head.
-Buster?- The Mind questions.
All of this was of course unheard to the humans. The argument raged inside himself, between his soul and the tyrannical 'Mind'. But, it was beginning to show on the outside. He closes his eyes as if to sheild himself from his own mind. He began to tremble as if frightened by something truly terrifying.
-Buster?- The Mind calls again. -She was red, oh so red. And the hue was beyond her coat colour. You remember right? You saw it happen. Right in front of your very eyes.- The Mind continues now on a total roll.
-She was! She was!- He cries back to the Mind.
-You know why, don't you...Buster...you know why...-
He does not reply to this 'Mind'.
-TELL ME BUSTER, YOU KNOW WHY!- The 'Mind' screams.
-I know!- He screams back. He now sees them come, tens upon tens. All different, all horrible. More than he can take.
His eyes snap open, holding a no more distant look, but a savage one. He snarls like a jungle cat. It was HUMANS! He yells, it comes from his real voice. He suddenly springs forward powerfully, plowing straight into the female. Teeth hope to grate upon her skin while seeking what he wishes most: her throat.
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