From: Rev. Kalakseur of the Simonist Temple
Subject: [PW!] Here goes
Date: Friday, July 16, 1999 2:39 PM
Everyone prolly say my NC post, but here's my first official
post. Oh, and before I start, remember that Bart Grayson WG? Scrap that,
it's not Bart, it's Kalakseur now! Very vampiric sounding, no?
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Kalakseur ran out of his car...~Ack, I might have killed her~ He
runs to her side. ~I didn't see her coming. It's my fault, MY fault.~
Kalakseur kneels at her side. "Hello?"
The girl doesn't move. A small backroad in Lavender Town. Kalakseur
hasn't been feeling good lately. He hasn't eaten for a day. He just prays a
craving doesn't kick in now...
Blood trickles out of the girl's mouth. ~She could only be 13. Don't
get hungry now, Kal, DON'T...~
~I killed her.~ He thought. It didn't seem right. He checked her
pulse again. But there was none. "I killed her." He said aloud.
His heartbeat upped a bit. His vision blurred. "No...not now.
Can't..." He struggles to get up, clutching his stomach.
"No...can't...let..it out...the beast...can't..."
All he could see was red. He knew what was going to happen...he just
couldn' let it. He shakes as he tries to get his car door open. Shut it.
~Good.~ He thought. ~Now get her out of park--~ His thought trailed off. He
vomitted. Red vomit covered his clothing. "Nooo...can't let it out..."
Too late. Kalakseur, without second thought, without -any- thought,
tore the door off his car, lifting the Volkswagon high above his head,
launching it behind him. He jumped to the girl, cold with hunger. He
couldn't think at all. It was too late, the Beast had already taken over,
and he was in a feeding frenzy.
He started with her neck, tearing off flesh as if it were wrapping
paper on a Christmas morning. But soon, he grew tired, and full. When he
looked at her mangled corpse, he finally got a chance to think. ~No...~ He
thought. "No."
He stood there, staring at his meal, but it no longer mattered to
him. He had regained some of his humanity. He could think again, but his
Beast Side still had control. And with the ounce of humanity he could grasp,
he could have sworn he heard his Beast. And he knew it was there, and he
knew what it was doing. Laughing.
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That wasn't so bad, was it? Hehe. Lovely, ain't it? Well, get used
to the feeding scenes, cuz there's gonna be a lot of 'em. Bye bye now.
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--Rev. Kalakseur of the Simonist Temple
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AIM: BlankieB0y and/or Kalakseur
RIP Simon Locke July 16th, 1999, at 12:42:28 PM, PST
He was the funniest man alive, and I'm gonna miss him, dammit.
I am Kalakseur! AAAIIIEEE!
And, of course...VOOP!