Post by CASEY KING on Jul 26, 2017 17:52:57 GMT -6
Tell 'em drain the pool I'm sinkin fast
Come and save my life before It pass
Come and save my life before It pass
for as long as he could remember, casey had struggled with the workings in his mind. he was an angsty teen back in his mortal years and things only grew deeper and darker once immortality hit him. being apart from his daughter, witnessing the death of his baby mama, and dealing with the idea of drinking blood for survival was enough to defeat anyone's psyche. most vampires had come to terms with what they were; some even enjoyed it. but that wasn't casey king. he wasn't like his brother and sister who frequented underground blood bars and killed for the sport. no, he was a kind soul and one that was quickly going down a path he would not soon be able to return from.
he'd met this stunning woman a few months back, at heartbreakers. she'd knocked his socks off in a way that no woman had ever before, not even his baby mama. he'd witnessed some strange supernatural activity from her but he accepted it, particularly because he himself was nothing but a monster. there was something about her, a pure innocence in such a dirty place, that drew him to her. they had parted ways quickly, despite his attempt to find as much out about her as he possibly could. he'd been searching for her nearly every night since their initial encounter, returning to the club night after night and sitting there in hopes she'd walk through the door. he pushed the other dancers off his lap as they tried to solicit his money, simply throwing money their way so they'd leave him be. but he had yet to see the mesmerizing woman again. she was just gone.
drugs had become numbing agent of casey's years back, increasing in volume as his popularity in the music community continued to rise. he still continued to perform on a regular basis, spitting his rhymes on stage and pouring his heart into the mic. but as soon as he left the stage and the lights, the depression hit him hard and it was time to medicate again. it was while purchasing his fix for the night, a few weeks back, that his dealer had attacked him. he knew the guy was a vamper like him, purely based on the fact most of his cocaine was mixed with blood, to make it tolerable and potent enough for the vampire...but little did casey know he'd contracted the newest and most dangerous virus of all. it was one that was going to lead to his downfall once and for all.
as of late, casey was feeling darker than ever. he thought it was his guilt catching up with him, clueless to the fact the curse upon him, this infection, was actually driving him toward his own suicide. he'd even begun to feel dangerous around others, which is why he'd done his best to distance himself. he couldn't take the desperation in his heart any longer and therefore, on this night, sought out a solution.
the vampire laid out a neat line on his dashboard of the cocaine-blood mixture, staring at the pink powder for only a moment before leaning over the dash to inhale it into his body. he felt dizzy for a moment as the drug hit him, causing a haze to fall over him. but it didn't last long - it barely did anymore. casey repeated his actions a few times until nothing remained, shoving open his car door and heading into the dimly lit vegas shop. it seemed like an odd time to hit up a pawn shop and even more strange for someone with such great wealth to be frequenting it. he was looking for something in particular though...something he felt he needed to end the suffering inside.
casey took a few laps around the building, looking through the locked cases until he found the perfect weapon. it was advertised as a collectible and a joke of one at that, at least to mortals. the tag advertised it as a vampire and witch-killing device from ancient times. essentially it was a gun with wooden bullets with a hefty price. casey pointed it out to the shop keeper, filled out the necessary paperwork, and threw a handful of hundreds over the counter at him. all in all, it'd taken forty-five minutes to obtain the very thing that was going to end his life.
he meandered back out to his car, sitting on the back of it as he lit up a joint. it was going to be his last one, might as well enjoy it. as he held the joint between his teeth, he opened the ancient chamber, loading each of the bullets into the revolving chamber. and all the while, he could feel the darkness in him daring him to pull it...to end it all.
he'd met this stunning woman a few months back, at heartbreakers. she'd knocked his socks off in a way that no woman had ever before, not even his baby mama. he'd witnessed some strange supernatural activity from her but he accepted it, particularly because he himself was nothing but a monster. there was something about her, a pure innocence in such a dirty place, that drew him to her. they had parted ways quickly, despite his attempt to find as much out about her as he possibly could. he'd been searching for her nearly every night since their initial encounter, returning to the club night after night and sitting there in hopes she'd walk through the door. he pushed the other dancers off his lap as they tried to solicit his money, simply throwing money their way so they'd leave him be. but he had yet to see the mesmerizing woman again. she was just gone.
drugs had become numbing agent of casey's years back, increasing in volume as his popularity in the music community continued to rise. he still continued to perform on a regular basis, spitting his rhymes on stage and pouring his heart into the mic. but as soon as he left the stage and the lights, the depression hit him hard and it was time to medicate again. it was while purchasing his fix for the night, a few weeks back, that his dealer had attacked him. he knew the guy was a vamper like him, purely based on the fact most of his cocaine was mixed with blood, to make it tolerable and potent enough for the vampire...but little did casey know he'd contracted the newest and most dangerous virus of all. it was one that was going to lead to his downfall once and for all.
as of late, casey was feeling darker than ever. he thought it was his guilt catching up with him, clueless to the fact the curse upon him, this infection, was actually driving him toward his own suicide. he'd even begun to feel dangerous around others, which is why he'd done his best to distance himself. he couldn't take the desperation in his heart any longer and therefore, on this night, sought out a solution.
the vampire laid out a neat line on his dashboard of the cocaine-blood mixture, staring at the pink powder for only a moment before leaning over the dash to inhale it into his body. he felt dizzy for a moment as the drug hit him, causing a haze to fall over him. but it didn't last long - it barely did anymore. casey repeated his actions a few times until nothing remained, shoving open his car door and heading into the dimly lit vegas shop. it seemed like an odd time to hit up a pawn shop and even more strange for someone with such great wealth to be frequenting it. he was looking for something in particular though...something he felt he needed to end the suffering inside.
casey took a few laps around the building, looking through the locked cases until he found the perfect weapon. it was advertised as a collectible and a joke of one at that, at least to mortals. the tag advertised it as a vampire and witch-killing device from ancient times. essentially it was a gun with wooden bullets with a hefty price. casey pointed it out to the shop keeper, filled out the necessary paperwork, and threw a handful of hundreds over the counter at him. all in all, it'd taken forty-five minutes to obtain the very thing that was going to end his life.
he meandered back out to his car, sitting on the back of it as he lit up a joint. it was going to be his last one, might as well enjoy it. as he held the joint between his teeth, he opened the ancient chamber, loading each of the bullets into the revolving chamber. and all the while, he could feel the darkness in him daring him to pull it...to end it all.
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