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After another one of a string of infinate sleepless nights, the two clung to each other, awake, well into the day. Neither wanted to waste a moment of their time together sleeping. And as the sun began to fall again, Christoph let out a heavy sigh, causing Gerard to pull him closer, momentarily, as he murmured "You have to go." There was little regret in his voice; it was simply a statement. Christoph nodded, and although Gerard couldn't see, he felt it. Then, he gently slid out of his lover's grasp ,fixed his hair, and pulled on his cloak. And, after the goodbye whispered to Gerard's slightly parted lips, there was not another word between then for several months.
June 19th (Evening)
And so begins my days of depression. After every visit I find it difficult to control my emotions, and it seems odd because after a century or so, I should have learned that particular skill. But I feel that no amount of time can keep Gerard from unintentionally forcing these emotions on me, and I cannot help but wonder how he feels right now. Is he sleeping? Crying? Or is he perfectly fine? Personally, I chilishly count the days until I can see him next, as if it could make time go faster. He tends to act on his emotions faster than I, and it is unsettleing at times that I must worry what he is doing. I am grateful fr this one thing...that he could not see the pained expression on my face as he pulled me closer. I don't want him to do anything rash that could ruin us both.
I am travelling through the forest now, to arrive at Maninskia tonight. I cannot ignore this growing feeling of worry. Something seems wrong, and I think I can feel 'them'. Those nameless victems that carry with them a murderous vengance towards my family, and to a lesser extent, Gerard's family. I do hope that nothing happens now, as I would much prefer to go home and mourn my lonliness in peace.
The trees and shadpws seemed to crawl past the window as he cautiously peeked out the window beside him. Every noise startled him now; the horses, the wheels, and the driver's harsh coughing, all, for a brief moment, meant a painful death. But, the only thing that Christoph could actually identify as a threat were the rapid footsteps and raspy breathing coming from beyond the cariage lamplight.
Christoph slowly tucked away his journal and rested his head in his hands. Closing his eyes, he attempted to focus on the forces in the forest at the moment. He was definately in danger, not only from 'them', but from another as well. He opened his eyes, sorrow quickly changing to a curious fear as he prepared for impact, and the cannibalistic act he was to commit.
Before he could even think of what else may be there to perhaps aide the creatures, the was a dull thud on the roof of the carriage. The driver had earlier commented on the horses seeming afraid of the forest that night, and before he could point out that they had a reason to be, there was a sickening crunch of what Christoph guessed to be the man's spine, and then a familiar slurping as their first attacker fed. He took a deep breath and prepared to run out fighting. The horses were galloping, trying to escape as the carriage jolted about, knocking Christoph into the side a few times. The next few minutes were a blur as the entire ride jerked to a stop and the horses were apparently harvested. Through half'closed eyes he could see a hunched figure at the screened window. Adrenaline finally kicking in, Christoph sat upright, silently and waited. In a split second, the door was torn right off thehinges and a creature had burst inside, on top of Christoph. There was a struggle as both fought to bite each other in the small space. The parasite from the forest was gaining the upper hand, pushing Christoph into a corner and an awkward position. Others were attacking the sides and windows, letting out terrible wails in unison and clawing to get at any fresh blood.
Luckily, the monster was more consumed with his blood lust to be a skilled fighter adn Christoph was able to shift their weight enough to free a hand and shove it into the creature's face. A moment later, he had both hands pulling the face close enough for his to force his teeth into the tender skin of it's neck. he felt a brief surge of power as he burst out from the heavily dented carriage and shifted his rage to the next person to appear in his line of vision. The both bared their fangs and leapt at each other; it was harly a struggle as Christoph used teeth and bare hands to tear the next to pieces. Eyes glowing red, he turned to gaze upon the last that hadn't yet fled. He knew these creatures to be stupid, cowards, and desperate. The final creature was short work and left Christoph to stand in the middle of the dirt road, listening for any signs of another attack. There were none but he could still feel the other force, growing stronger in his mind, which could very well mean it was closer.
June 20th (morning)
On the walk through the forest, to Maninskia, I encountered the man who was the other force in the forest. I am almost sure he is what I felt. his name is John Golt and he lives near the edge of town, closer to the forest. He seems to not be afraid to be there alone at night. It surprised me to see a human like this, for at night, most of them are cowering inside, door blocked, religious items in hand. I may have heard of one like him, strage literature of my people talk of one, but I was never one to study the legends. He walked back with me and refused to let me walk home alone at night. Therefore, I assume that he trusts that I am human as well. At the moment I am in his family's home, pretending to sleep, as I told him that I was exhausted last night. I intend to 'sleep' until nigthfall, hopefully undisturbed by anyone, although on the walk back he told me that three others live in this house. But, at the moment they are all out
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