Okay, here goes...This
brain of mine doesn’t give a shit for those screaming teenage girls and
girls-alike when they thought about vampires do fall in love but I’m telling
you, they did freak me out! The obsession and the idea of this peculiar
devotion—of which mostly passed when you reached the age of twenty, empowered
the great population made me so pissed I want to gag their mouths with my own
fist just to shut them up from speaking the protagonist names over and over
again as if was possessed and ended up naming their dog after the movie.
Oh for
crying out loud. Grow up!
However
I’m not here to judge and I do apologize for my part. I’m just telling common
sense is not an option, that’s all.
Anyhow
I’m here to introduce my next work and yeah I know, what a preamble way to
start, huh? Please spare me *pleading*
Vincent
the Vampire is my next story, and let me warn you though that this is not a
typical—what's that word? —fluffly stuff most avid fans around the world used
to follow. This is not about teenagers with cheesy moments and love—well, I can
fix that. It's my own work anyway. The story’s all about survival, damnation,
salvation, awakening and such, with porn on the side...or not *grinning* full
of angst and not-for-kids parody or whatever you call these days. I'm having a
difficult phase right now but I am dealing with it—by smacking my own forehead
till my brain comes out of my ear just to finish this and I hope you’ll like
it. If yes then thank you. If not...then go away LOL.
Oh and by
the way, if you thought this story of mine has the resemblance to Anne Rice's
work, then think again. As much as possible I want to...you know, create my own
thing. I’m setting myself away as much as possible from any books, television
shows, movies—oh for fuck's sake, especially that! —which can debunk my idea of
the world of the undead, so that I can do my own shit.
The only
resemblance or characteristic of my main character was like the old-age tales
of Vampires except the following: crucifixes are full of bull; they can be
killed lightly as any human; no impaling of stick—of which I find it very
ridiculous even now; the coffins and the no reflections-thingy that were so
infamous back then—is out of a question now, and aside from being a narcissist,
they can be bitchy at times of needs and has the power equivalent of at
least...uhm...five men. The best way to describe my protagonist/antagonist,
aside from being a fierce killer, is that 'they are afraid of sunlight, they
are night creatures, and they are alone'. And yes, I believe Vampires have not,
for so ever been, fall in love. Duh. Hello? No heart. But can be possessive
like crazy.
Well,
that's it. Enjoy reading. Reviews needed.
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