From: Kalakseur <jmcm01@ix.netcom.com> Subject: [PW!] It's a long hard road.... Date: Friday, July 16, 1999 3:24 PM Kalakseur is tired, but fulfilled. A nice, big meal. He felt better, but not good. He didn't like who he was. ~No,~ he thought, ~that's not right. I don't like what I -am.-~ For Kalakseur, Kal for short, was and is a vampire, no matter how much he wishes it to be fiction. He never suspected that they existed, not until one turned him, and his destiny was set. He needs to learn, because if he's going to be one, he should at least learn how to be a good one. That's how he found himself here. On the road to Celadon City. He needs to find a clan, to learn how to feed, to learn how to live. To live at all, even. On the way to Celadon, Kalakseur had a conflict with his Beast side. AGAIN. it comes only when he is hungry, very hungry. It takes over, and turns him into a monster. He doesn't know how to control it, and doesn't know if he ever will. His story started when he was 15. A year before his mother had died of cancer. He was devastated, and was easily seduced into anything that could clear his mind, and help him "cope". He was, one day, turned by a vampire who had been banished from her clan. It took a year for the symbiote to fully take control, and it was one painful year. It was his his 15th birthday when he first felt the need for blood, and his poor cat had to pay for that thirst. From then on, he knew what he had become, and from then on, he regretted what he had become. ~Enough reminescing,~ he scolded himself, noticing a signpost, ~I have a clan to find.~ The signpost said: WELCOME TO CELADON CITY -- - Kalakseur -------------------------- <Jmcm01@ix.netcom.com> 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!