Spite
12-08-2004, 09:19 PM
The history of my Vampire Role-playing Character "Spite" unfinished.
" With memory set smarting like a reopened wound, a man's past is not simply a dead history, an outworn preparation of the present: it is not a repented error shaken loose from the life: it is a still quivering part of himself, bringing shudders and bitter flavours and the tingling of a merited shame."
George Eliot
The world was black and blurry the screaming echoed of the Yellow hospital walls, water sloshed and doctors yelled at nurses.
My mother was slowly pushing my infant body from hers, my screams mingled with her own creating a Havoc of sound, one of the nurses wrapped me in a Warm white cloth removing the after birth, blood, and general goo from my newborn body, I cried out but stopped as I was placed into my mothers arms her warm embrace stopped my screams.
The doctor looked to my mother and spoke in the thickly English accent "Does he have a name?" my mother thought and turned to my father who was now standing next to her, she looked down at me teary eyed and spoke in a clear voice without accent "John." the doctor smiled and pointed to his chest "Same as me" he laughed and walked out leaving the nurses to take me from my mothers arms and clothe me when I was returned to her she was asleep either from exertion or Drugs no one could be sure, so they handed me to my father whom did not smile nor cry merely held me a stone face I would soon take after.
The man dressed all in black standing at the doorway I didn’t know yet some how I felt I did, he walked over to me and I saw he was a priest, he spoke clearly in a voice of one who has lived far to long, "In the name of God I bless thee, John Francis Walt Garrett the Third." he moved his hand in the sign of a cross over me.
I stayed in the hospital for days in my mothers arms, Nursing and sleeping. soon the Doctors came and told her she could take me home, so we boarded the carriage and trailed through the dark Forest of Dunwich, the horses seem spooked at all times and with good reason Tales told of horrible evils held within the dark trees, summoned by a Madman who died at the hands of his own creation, Dunwich often likened to the Transylvania of America for many Mysterious things dwelled here. Had it been up to my mother I would not have been born here but I came premature which is why my birth weight was so low, why days later I would be back at Dunwich hospital fighting for my life.
I took that years later as a sign from God that I should not live, that I was to Die an infant before I could do harm to his creations, before I could lead them to such depravity as to make God weep.
My brother Gaspard was born in France, before he was an hour old he was already a Killer for the strain on my mother was too much for her to bear and she died.
My father never forgave my Brother, he never forgot what happened how he could... wither my father loved my mother truly or not I could never know but I know all to well the pain of Loss. my father could hardly bear the sight of my Brother so it came as no surprise when he was sent to a boarding school in France, I would meet him many years later when we both had become something other then Human something hideous and Deadly.
I took to schooling quite naturally my father once called me a natural scholar when I was sent off to college to become a Doctor.
Here I suppose is where my tale Truly begins, here is where all the horrible things in my life began, oddly or ironically enough it began with the greatest thing in my life, when I met the woman I would marry, the woman I would give my heart, the woman I was destined to lose.
I had awoke early to get to class before everyone else and study more as I waited, the Professor came in and smiled "always here before me eh John?" I looked up and pushed my wire frame glasses up my nose speaking back "as always professor." he sat and shifted through his papers humming Beethoven’s Ninth symphony.
I jotted down notes next to the diagram of Greys anatomy mumbling to myself, enjoying the soft sound of the rain as it hit the window and roof of the University.
One by one student poured in to escape the harsh Rain.
Most I hardly knew, in fact any I knew, but one stood out to me a girl.
She wore a Crimson dress her short straight blonde hair soaked from the rain, her pale blue eyes locked with my own I could almost feel the electricity flow between us obviously she did too for a slight beautiful smile crossed her face before blushing and quickly taking her seat.
I turned back to my own notes I tried to focus on the professor but my eyes always went back to her the small glasses on her nose only made her more beautiful, every so often I caught her looking back at me in turn I blushed and quickly went back to my notes.
The hour in the class flew by and I never wanted it to end for stealing glimpses of her would be all I could hope for.
The next day I came to class early again, exchanged the early morning pleasantries with the Professor.
each time I heard the door open I quickly snapped my head back looking for her "Relax John, she'll be here." the professor said smiling at me I blushed and looked down at my notes trying to not look when the doors opened but I could not stop myself when at last the classroom seem filled and I had not seen her I felt sad almost as if she was a dream I would never have again. a few minutes after the professor began the class and I thought I might just be able to focus the doors burst open and there she stood flustered her hair in a mess the professor smiled and said "Ah Mina, welcome to class" the woman now known to me as Mina smiled and walked to the seat next to me.
Quickly I blushed and moved to flutter papers away to make things look neater to the beautiful woman who smiled at me turning to her own notes I returned to mine, but again I could not focus it was now compounded by her scent which filled my senses it made my head swim I must have looked rather odd to her taking in long deep breaths for she said to me "Are... are you all right?" her voice was soft and sweet my heart fluttered to hear it I tried to talk but I just couldn’t speak I ended up sputtering out a few words sounding something close to "No, I’m fine thank you." I quickly turned back to my notes taking care to breathe slower.
When class let out I stood and watched her walk across the lawn meeting up with a friend of hers she looked back and me and smiled, my face turned a deep crimson.
I decided something drastic then; I went to my dorm and sat at my desk thinking very hard at some way to please her without her knowing it was me... A love letter was my first thought but I was never a writer by any means so I searched through an old book at last finding a Love poem of one of the great masters of Poetry.
I scrawled in as highly a clarified manner I could muster;
Lily grey and perfect white
I smile and catch the lovely site
The Garden of Eden
The angels aloft
Like a world of Alice
So beautiful but grasp less
" With memory set smarting like a reopened wound, a man's past is not simply a dead history, an outworn preparation of the present: it is not a repented error shaken loose from the life: it is a still quivering part of himself, bringing shudders and bitter flavours and the tingling of a merited shame."
George Eliot
The world was black and blurry the screaming echoed of the Yellow hospital walls, water sloshed and doctors yelled at nurses.
My mother was slowly pushing my infant body from hers, my screams mingled with her own creating a Havoc of sound, one of the nurses wrapped me in a Warm white cloth removing the after birth, blood, and general goo from my newborn body, I cried out but stopped as I was placed into my mothers arms her warm embrace stopped my screams.
The doctor looked to my mother and spoke in the thickly English accent "Does he have a name?" my mother thought and turned to my father who was now standing next to her, she looked down at me teary eyed and spoke in a clear voice without accent "John." the doctor smiled and pointed to his chest "Same as me" he laughed and walked out leaving the nurses to take me from my mothers arms and clothe me when I was returned to her she was asleep either from exertion or Drugs no one could be sure, so they handed me to my father whom did not smile nor cry merely held me a stone face I would soon take after.
The man dressed all in black standing at the doorway I didn’t know yet some how I felt I did, he walked over to me and I saw he was a priest, he spoke clearly in a voice of one who has lived far to long, "In the name of God I bless thee, John Francis Walt Garrett the Third." he moved his hand in the sign of a cross over me.
I stayed in the hospital for days in my mothers arms, Nursing and sleeping. soon the Doctors came and told her she could take me home, so we boarded the carriage and trailed through the dark Forest of Dunwich, the horses seem spooked at all times and with good reason Tales told of horrible evils held within the dark trees, summoned by a Madman who died at the hands of his own creation, Dunwich often likened to the Transylvania of America for many Mysterious things dwelled here. Had it been up to my mother I would not have been born here but I came premature which is why my birth weight was so low, why days later I would be back at Dunwich hospital fighting for my life.
I took that years later as a sign from God that I should not live, that I was to Die an infant before I could do harm to his creations, before I could lead them to such depravity as to make God weep.
My brother Gaspard was born in France, before he was an hour old he was already a Killer for the strain on my mother was too much for her to bear and she died.
My father never forgave my Brother, he never forgot what happened how he could... wither my father loved my mother truly or not I could never know but I know all to well the pain of Loss. my father could hardly bear the sight of my Brother so it came as no surprise when he was sent to a boarding school in France, I would meet him many years later when we both had become something other then Human something hideous and Deadly.
I took to schooling quite naturally my father once called me a natural scholar when I was sent off to college to become a Doctor.
Here I suppose is where my tale Truly begins, here is where all the horrible things in my life began, oddly or ironically enough it began with the greatest thing in my life, when I met the woman I would marry, the woman I would give my heart, the woman I was destined to lose.
I had awoke early to get to class before everyone else and study more as I waited, the Professor came in and smiled "always here before me eh John?" I looked up and pushed my wire frame glasses up my nose speaking back "as always professor." he sat and shifted through his papers humming Beethoven’s Ninth symphony.
I jotted down notes next to the diagram of Greys anatomy mumbling to myself, enjoying the soft sound of the rain as it hit the window and roof of the University.
One by one student poured in to escape the harsh Rain.
Most I hardly knew, in fact any I knew, but one stood out to me a girl.
She wore a Crimson dress her short straight blonde hair soaked from the rain, her pale blue eyes locked with my own I could almost feel the electricity flow between us obviously she did too for a slight beautiful smile crossed her face before blushing and quickly taking her seat.
I turned back to my own notes I tried to focus on the professor but my eyes always went back to her the small glasses on her nose only made her more beautiful, every so often I caught her looking back at me in turn I blushed and quickly went back to my notes.
The hour in the class flew by and I never wanted it to end for stealing glimpses of her would be all I could hope for.
The next day I came to class early again, exchanged the early morning pleasantries with the Professor.
each time I heard the door open I quickly snapped my head back looking for her "Relax John, she'll be here." the professor said smiling at me I blushed and looked down at my notes trying to not look when the doors opened but I could not stop myself when at last the classroom seem filled and I had not seen her I felt sad almost as if she was a dream I would never have again. a few minutes after the professor began the class and I thought I might just be able to focus the doors burst open and there she stood flustered her hair in a mess the professor smiled and said "Ah Mina, welcome to class" the woman now known to me as Mina smiled and walked to the seat next to me.
Quickly I blushed and moved to flutter papers away to make things look neater to the beautiful woman who smiled at me turning to her own notes I returned to mine, but again I could not focus it was now compounded by her scent which filled my senses it made my head swim I must have looked rather odd to her taking in long deep breaths for she said to me "Are... are you all right?" her voice was soft and sweet my heart fluttered to hear it I tried to talk but I just couldn’t speak I ended up sputtering out a few words sounding something close to "No, I’m fine thank you." I quickly turned back to my notes taking care to breathe slower.
When class let out I stood and watched her walk across the lawn meeting up with a friend of hers she looked back and me and smiled, my face turned a deep crimson.
I decided something drastic then; I went to my dorm and sat at my desk thinking very hard at some way to please her without her knowing it was me... A love letter was my first thought but I was never a writer by any means so I searched through an old book at last finding a Love poem of one of the great masters of Poetry.
I scrawled in as highly a clarified manner I could muster;
Lily grey and perfect white
I smile and catch the lovely site
The Garden of Eden
The angels aloft
Like a world of Alice
So beautiful but grasp less