I’m assuming that IF your reading this…I’m dead. Not like this bothers me in the least. ‘Cuz well. I’m dead. My bodies rotting, and my soul probably doesn’t give a shit. Anyway, back to the story.
I’m hanging out in Golden Gate Park. Nothings really happening. As usual I’m perched on the back of a bench, wearing my cloak of goodies, of course. Got my Double Gulp. No vampires. Life is good.
I’ve got my hood up. That means I’m hunting. Some guy approaches me. I’m suddenly in awe of this man, and fearful. I am not going to piss this man off. In fact I think I’ll go out of my way and do what he wants. This is not a good sign. He wants to go for a walk. We go for a walk. We end up at the Al’s. That greasy dinner. Ugh.
He orders something to drink. Wants to know if I want anything. I don’t as I just had a Double Gulp…mmmm…caffeine. He insists. I get a coke. Don’t touch it tough. He starts talking about Vampires, and how he is one. Wonderful. My night just went down hill. So far everything is polite. Until he says something like I’m going to make you one, because I’m hungry. OK. This is bad. I make a counter offer, Why not just feed from me, and let me go, so he can have dinner another day. Apparently this is not acceptable.
So I finally get around to deciding that it’s time to throw this feeling off. Some how I manage to. This surprises both him, and me. I bolt. He lets me. Out of the dinner now, I duck down an alleyway, hoping to lose him. I don’t. He grabs me, and slams me against a wall…hard. I try to not pass out. Of course the only thing running through my mind right now is. I don’t even know his name. Oh that and the past keeps flickering through my mind too. I kick him. Hard. It doesn’t seem to phase him. Now. I’m worried.
I guess he was feeling nice, 'cuz he didn't turn me into a vampire. Instead he wiped my memory. Now I believe I spent the night out on the town with my friends. Whops. Guess we don't know what I just told you then. Ignore that please. Strangely enough I get this odd sensation of Dejavu around that man, even though I've never met him before.
So I'm attending UC Berkley, a theology major. Not so strange. Considering what I went through. While a member of Crimson Mysteries. I'll tell you more about them later. I still have nightmares about that night.
I'm perched on the back of my bench, in Golden Gate Park. Just listening to conversations, and yes I've got my ever present Double Gulp. Seems like tonight I'm the only San Francisco Native. Met this guy called Cosmo. He rocks. Mostly 'cuz he feeds me. He's always high, therefore always has munchies. He's nice enough to share too. You know. If he didn't feed me. I don't think I'd ever get fed.