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To my readers as far as you have noticed, yes I wasn’t able to hand my research to the Scarlet Light Society, because it was destroyed by the realm and mysticism which I told you earlier. My computer crashed for I don’t know how it happened; the paintings, data’s and my portfolio was incinerated to ashes; and my final draft was lost and nowhere to be found. I subject to this realm and mysticism and was clear to me that it is strong and willful. Very clever I can say indeed. But it doesn’t matter to me anymore for I am already a vampire also. Unfortunately I will not re-write any of my research contents anymore except if I subject on it again with dedication. Just like a am doing now, but it will not be as complete as before but it will be even more broad from which my maker’s blood memories are in me as well.
This information I impart to all are just the fragments which the ancients gave permission for me to tell. This information’s are the shattered glass from the vampire history and its up to its children to make it whole.
My dear readers,
It would make me glad to hear from you and if such inquiry tinged upon your mind feel free. I am as pleasured to answer such on behalf of all thee. Use the comment section; leave me messages on my friendster account add: harashi_hinorashi@yahoo.com
You can also e-mail me at the account stated above. I thank thee…
Passionate,
LeikeZ
The morning sun struck my eyes with its burning rays and continues to sting. The next thing I knew I withdrew the curtains back covering the sunlight. I became so worried about everything for I might be a damned vampire anytime that I could not do my affairs any longer. I dared to go out into the sun with shear courage, fortunately I wasn’t burned and I did not even ash. My worries faded like dirt washed away by clean water. I rushed back to my room and found myself collecting my portfolio files and collated all of its contents so that it can be ready for final drafting. I was suddenly attracted with my work specifically on the huge family brooding tree of vampires. From the eternal evil spirits infusion resulting to the first vampire up to the creation of the blood lines and so on. I also trailed the origins of the first vampires that proved to exist from the early Egypt. I have known that if there was the queen of the damned Akasha; there was also the original king of the damned named the ancient Zeth. The causal of both enthralled my senses and I have known as well that these ancient beings were a product of the madness which evil spirits are attracted. Like what happened to the queen Akasha from the invasion of the evil spirit Amel from its wounds making her the first female vampire ever to be the fount of all damned. Zeth had also its terrible fate of these evil spirits that roam to be creators of the dark realm. Zeth is a rebel prince from the Osirian Race. The evil spirit Poól embodied the strange water that Zeth accidentally drank from the urge of great thirst; from then Zeth has been a creature of the night… a Vampire.
All of these information / data’s I have collected connects amazingly and are proofed by a paper trail and etc. I felt I was really not perfect because the story amongst these beings is not really completed. Just that they are there in the trail of vampire history and they participated to the wide and vast tree of their nation. Their story can only be known if an ancient as old as they are can narrate their tales and if they’d choose to tell it by themselves.
Strange, that such trail proved to be something factual but has been known as fiction. I warn all of you readers that this knowledge which I impart to you all has its mysticism that protects itself. I have encountered this mysticism and it caused me great lost on my behalf. This mysticism rid of almost of the copies of my research and also some dear friends of mine whom helped me so much in obtaining data’s for my research.
I want to take this little space for my lost friends whom helped me a lot to my passionate research whom I conducted.
Joe Jones from London Paris for the trail illustrations and ancient paintings.
Maggie McRoekins of San Francisco for the Land ownership copies of the vampires where I trailed.
Evan Linney of Chicago Illinois whom heped me with by boarding and lodgings from Chicago up to the very selected hotel room suites in Egypt.
Sid Allehin of Egypt whom who escorted me always in my documentary stay in the magnificent ancient city.
These special individuals helped me obtain the information’s I needed for my research. And with their untimely death of which I mourn still every time I choose to remind me of my journeys. Their death in the span of four months consecutive row sends me shivers still and made me realize that the realms of vampirism is very dangerous.
My feedbacks from my late friends are these:
Joe Jones was murdered five blocks away from his apartment room, robbery was the said motive of the still haven’t caught killer.
Maggie McRoekins was found dead in her apartment. Her lifeless body was found slumped at her sofa bed. Police said her cause of death was from a heart attack.
Evan Linney was found lifeless in his room. The medical coroner said its death was from drug over dosage.
Sid Allehin was murdered in his own bathroom with a knife stuck in his torso. His murdered is still at large until today.
To my readers,
Please bare with me for making some of my story’s information sometimes blotted or left blank. It is due to its confidentiality and some of its content is not permitted by the vampire connection as well as Ancients. I thank thee my readers.
Sincerely,
LeikeZ
The Fountain of Bloodlines in the Vampire Nation.
Both starting from the Eternal Evil Spirits Amel and Pool.
Descending from the Mother and Father of all the Vampires up to its Bloodline descendants.
The following with Number Codes are Coded Names for their protection.
Anyone who wants to inquire about the coded names, just e-mail me at these addresses:
www.leikez08@hotmail.com
www.harashi_hinorashi@yahoo.com
Confidentiality of the Coded names are given for the protection of the said bloodline vampires themselves and their descendants, also of their coven.
By: LeikeZ
I slept so much since I got home here in the Philippines. It was vacation and I wasn’t able to do all the necessary things I have to for the society. I felt very tired looking at it every time I held my portfolio. It is like my work is so unfinished that I cannot give a final draft at all. But then again later that evening I had trouble getting to sleep. As I am alone in my room I heard something very odd and my head started aching. I cannot endure suddenly every sound I hear. I am hearing liquid like it was being poured again and again. I hated it, I repel to it and then I am starting to see fragments of it in my mind. A clear bottle inside of it is a scarlet liquid that looks so irresistible. It is being poured to a crystal glass; I detest the sound of the pouring liquid. But the liquid was so irresistible and enticing. I want to drink from it, but cannot for it was only in my mind. I was very maddened so I tried my very best to wake and stand. I stood up and gone downstairs to drink some water for I have became so thirsty. To my horror I have seen something like a statue of gleaming figure just passed right beside me so fast that it was just like a flash of a camera. After I drank some water, I went upstairs again to my room. There I stood stunned to what I have seen. A being with gleaming green with a mix of dark blue sapphire statue like figure of a man waiting for me in my room. I became furious and said “who are you, what do you want from me?” the being moved and sat at my computer chair then said “I am the ancient Vampire Altenzo.” And again he spoke “You have met Bruin, I am his master.” I replied “yes, I have. And of what business do you have for me?” he answered with a grin in his face that looked so hard and mineralized “My business is too give you the knowledge of which you search for. And I shall give you so much...”
I was so shocked to what he said. He added that I cannot forget “Leikez you have no choice, to understand us you must be like us and to be like us, is damnation!” speechless I am, tamed I am, very immobile, paralyzed. My eyes were the only witness and the pain was the only true companion I have been with at that horrifying moment. He came near me exposing his elongating fang while my heart raced. It inserted at the back of my neck. I cannot see it but I can feel it sank inside me. So much pain, which I knew I am going to die. I am praying, uttering my last words of farewell to my family and friends but he interrupted. “You will drink from my artery and you will” I seen him pinched his neck with his long slender fingers, wounding it and exposing its torned tissue and its severed carotid artery, it released amounts of blood out and it beckons me to drink. Like my ache from the sound and imagery of the crystal glass with the red potent fluid in it, this blood flowing out of his artery was like of the same. I felt myself unfolding and bending to this spectacular. I drank from him and I knew it I would. I drank for I know I must and something inside of me saying “”yes, I will. I will do and I will be a vampire”. My body did not die, he gestured something. I felt a thunder of severe pain inside me. I feel like I want to throw up and even take a piss or defecate. Then the ancient vampire Altenzo said “I bestow to you Okhrii entenous” he paused and again said “you will be my lamia ilumina”.
The Scarlet Light society was divided into several covens such as the coven of the witches, demonologist, psychics, vampires, elemental wielders, immortalities, theologist, ancient mythologist and feralist lycans. The Scarlet Light was a society that permits the study of the dark arts and realms. Only qualified members were able to join in the society and posed questions are to be asked prior to joining. I have been in this society for 2 years earning the title of being one of its coven masters of the Scarlet Light Society Vampire coven. At those specific times before I became one of the coven master, I have partook of the essential risks and prevailed, but I will tell you about that just a little later. There I am, a vampire coven master embalmed with so much dark supremacy, I loving it.
As you know for the record I will never be a vampire coven master unless I myself am a vampire. Oh, yes I have become. This is the original start of my story and to what I said earlier on the first pages… the vampire history.
It started when I have inquired to the Velvet one of the Scarlet Light Society about how I can be of service to society of whom I belong. “The society of vampires needs an update to their history, and you shall give it to them” the Velvet one said. Then I asked “how my lady?” she answered “simply by dedicating oneself to research.” from there I nodded as a sign of acknowledgement.
I have researched from all possible ways and also risked traveling by myself to places local and foreign land that was strange to me. I planned and decided to go local first, with the book of Philippine history and superstitious beliefs at my hand and my precious portfolio of the vampire history I researched. Then after my second plan came, I rode the devil’s road researching about the history of whom I kept only for myself. I followed all traces that my portfolio contents can give me. Then I came out short of what I have financially. I have no choice but to go back to my country with just enough knowledge I have had from my journeys. But still I felt like it wasn’t enough. I became depressed and wandered the streets that night thinking of how I could accomplish this research of mine. There in the very bridge a few blocks away from where I stayed. I saw something very odd. A man figured statue standing just beside the towering base of the bridge. I asked myself what is that? Then suddenly I flinched to my horror where for it looked directly at me. I was very horrified that I have runned back to my hotel room. I remembered its distinct skin that is like white as snow and it resembled like a white statue. I was gasping for air and trying to make up my mind. I keep telling myself that I am just hallucinating or maybe I’m just hungry but I really can’t figure out what was that I saw. I fell asleep thinking about it but I woke up in the middle of the evening. I was alarmed and shocked to see someone standing in front of my bed. I thought it was a burglar but it wasn’t and it is like a statue looking me. The being asked me “Are you Leikez of the Scarlet Light.” I answered hesitantly for it might be inappropriate not to respond “yes, I am. What do you want from me? And what, who are you?” He answered “I am the Vampire Bruin.”. I came speechless as much as I am so frightened. “Master wants you to go back to you country, and wishes you to see him there.” Bruin said, then I asked “so you are not going to kill me!?” he answered “I will not for I am bound to tell only my master’s message.” I am in complete confusion. Then the vampire Bruin gestured a soft lined smile and waved while uttering “goodbye my brother.”
I do not know what happened that midnight after he left, maybe I fell asleep while in the conversation or fel greatly unconscious. I thought to myself that it must have been a nightmare or depression just came too wild that it made my brain made up such encounter like reality. I don’t really know but one things for sure I am going back home. And that’s what matter most. At the plane, it occurred to me that I haven’t finished my research yet, that I have nothing to give to the Scarlet Light Society. But I just told myself that I will accomplish things necessary as soon as I got home.
From here I start my history unveiled from the blood memories given to me by my maker and my struggles of knowing what I am, a Vampire.
I have loved literature so much since I was only a child. My elder sister always tells tales from the different various books she red. I was always amused of it all. It grew inside me up till my adolescence stage of life set in. Reading everything I can to acquire and the knowledge it can impart to me. I also sketch my favorite characters from the books I red. I even try to draw a comic strip so that I can visualize each story.
That is my introduction, my love for literature. This has been the root of my quest for answers when I came at the age of eighteen. It started when one of my friend in the English literature class lend me a book. I was amazed of its hard bond covering and its rich artistic jacket design. It was Anne Rice’s Tale of the body thief. It paced me out so fast when I started reading it. It made me want more knowledge of this Lestat character and his origins as a vampire. I have finished reading the book for only two days and it made me want to re-read it again. I did, and this time I have paid more attention to its details and outlined in my notebook some facts that can be useful into knowing more of this fictious novel. Through my curiosity and increasing desire to know more, it became my passion. To the point that I have read its chronicles and researched about it with all my best, just to acquire more of what it could give. Then one day, my friend invited me to a book club as he termed, which turned out to be a coven just near our university. When I first came there I felt uneasy and very out of placed. But my classmate fellowshipped me and showed to its archives section. My eyes opened up wide, seeing so much of the vampire history unfolding from all the books in the shelves. It was called the Section of Vampiir historia with a chained name indicated “Non a dis seculare archivo vampiro”. I was so drawn to the age of those accounts that no archive exist in libraries in this country. It even have some letters from the author section where the vampire Lestat written to Anne Rice; the vampire Marius to Lestat, Anne Rice, its Bianca, the vampire Armand etc. and the other way around. It was a vast knowledge for me to unfold. Not being regretful to myself coming from my friend’s invitation. How I felt that my passion could verily increase its magnitude. Through it I have become a member of this society. The Scarlet Light Society of the Dark realms.
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