Immortal Love

The Fictional Man [Chapter One]

Leo was pissed, his hand ran down his face angrily. Growling and ranting was his speciality. He has never had a girlfriend, sure he has had his share of whores, sluts and wanton women. But, He never found one that was worth his time and concederation. He wanted a undying love, something immortal that will last for centuries and eras not something that will burn out like a flame from a cheap candle. He was tired of even considering searching. At what point does one consider being alone is actually their calling. Wanting something what didnt exsist in a world where he him self apparently didnt exist. He sits in his chair in his office, behind the close doors drinking some cold hard wild turkey 101 watching the clock tick, listening to the sound of it combined with the sound of the crackling fireplace that was made into the wall of the office. It wasnt like other wooden fireplaces, this one had a rock mantle, crafted and carved but his ancestors the first of the first of his people. Of the Life.

He threw the glass containing the remaining of the whiskey at the wall, busting and shattering against the wooden wall and the liqour running down inbetween each crevast. He knew he would regret that, knew he hates breaking things especially things he knew he was going to have to clean up hisself, alone. He balled his hands into fiest, rested his embows on his desk, and leaned into the balled fist feeling the pressure on is forhead where the balled angry fisted actually came incontact with his head. Tear were on the verge of falling but like everytime before this he stopped them, the beatings he had endured growing up ensured crying was not an option. The weak cried, the weak felt the pain of rejection, and the weak are the people who were broken and were left to die in the wilderness. The weak was abandoned. He bit his lip, tasting the metallic taste hit his tounge and fill his mouth, his blood. The red blood which ran through his veins, the blood that made him what he was and made him angry all the time, the blood that filled his body and coursed through his veins that seemed to kep him, fantasy.

What other people saw as fiction was his normal monday or tuesday hell honestly it was every damn day of the week. He couldnt look into the mirror without seeing the monster he considered himself. Im not talking the boogey oogey oggey man, monster. No, Im talking about the growling you hear at midnight, the bloodlusting animals that tear apart your wild life piece by piee, leaving only a trail of their blood in their awake.The Monster Leo was, no he was not your normal story book monster.

The migrane was now pounding into his skull, the blood smeared open his lips and down his chin from him trying so hard to fight it, the waves of emotions that seem to almost always find him. He knew he was not made to be alone, yet here he sat. Desserted. Alone. In the very home that only 25 years ago housed 300 young members of his own kind. Leo owned this home, along with 15 other estates all on the same property. He was strong and determind at one time, Full of hot air, and everything young animals were full of. Leo walked to the ffireplace placed his hands on the mantle grasped it leaned it placing his foot on the bottom stump, His head was beating like a drump into his skull. But it didnt hurt like the pain in his chest. The pain that wouldnt nor couldnt be tamed. He had tried it all to even stop it. Every drug from molly to cocaine. But nothing fazed it. All those did was give him a damn hang over that lastfed for days and hours missing which he never knew where or when or what he was doing in that time period.

Leo was tired of thislife, he wanted to die. But how the hell do you kill something that wasnt meant to live for eternity?

No suicide would and could never be a option for the lonley fictional man.