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Hello my few and faithful followers. I know I haven't kept this up to date like I would have loved to do. It's harder than I imagined especially with 3 young kids. I plan to unveil a new blog in Early 2010 which will be different in many ways. Right now the plan is to have it be a mixture of my favorite things, Writing, Movies, Books, Poker, Family, and Video Games. I hope you will follow me over there when it is up and running as I hope that I will be able to keep it interesting. I will post on here once it is up and running among other places where including Querytracker.net, Agentquery.com, and my website: Sankovich.tk.

May 23, 1884

Sitting, listening to the rain on the windows worked on my nerves. I knew that I had to wait for David. He said he had the only weapon which could pierce that woman’s heart and for some reason, I needed to watch her die.

The mere thought of her living another night aggravated me, but what could I do, nothing because I was useless against the woman. Looking out the window, I saw a man hurrying through the street toward the alley where I ran into the woman. Before he ducked into the alley, I saw his face. It was David and I saw something glittering in his hand. He was going to do this alone.

Not thinking, but reacting to the anger which clouded my judgment, I opened the window and leapt from the third story balcony. Landing against the cobblestone, I felt my ankle bend to an odd angle. The fait pop of a joint as I stood up and shook the pain out, I jogged toward the alley.

Almost immediately at the entrance to the alley, I felt the energy from the woman. I stepped into the alley and thought I heard a scream. It didn’t sound human, but the sound echoed throughout the alley. I looked up, but the lights of the nearby buildings remained dark. I wasn’t sure if I was the only one who could hear it or what, but my thoughts were interrupted by the sight of David again.

He stood at the entrance of a hut. Ducking into the shadows, I watched him as he held up the dagger he held. The silver blade flickered in the firelight, giving it a red hue. I blinked and then David had vanished. The cloth covering the hut opening wasn’t moving, so I looked down the alley and saw only darkness.

Curious, I approached the hut, the woman’s power thrummed against my very bones, but I continued to walk. I remember not being sure of what I was doing, but the lure of the hut overcame any fears that I felt.

Stopping in front of the cloth, I saw inside. The woman sat on a simple wooden chair, her blue eyes watching me. A sly smile on her lips as she stared at me. “Come in.”

Not wanting to, I looked down either side of the alley and didn’t see anyone.

“I know you want to come in. Make yourself comfortable.” The woman said.

Fighting the urge, I forced my step back and saw her eyes flicker. Her smile faltered a bit and I saw the veins in her hand bulge as she clutched the arms of the chair. The small step backwards took a ton of energy, but I did it again, and watched as the woman’s mouth opened, a pair of fangs slipping over her bottom lip.

“Don’t make me mad again. You were lucky the first time, you won’t be again.” She hissed as she threw the chair behind her. It crashed into the wall, shattering into bits.

“Don’t do it!” David yelled.

I turned my eyes to David, he was behind the woman, his hands bound to his side. He would have looked at me if he still had eyes. In their place was bloody holes. Not a single drop of blood fell down his face, but had pooled around his eye socket like it was singed in place.

“Come in and help your blind friend.” The woman mocked. One pointy finger beckoning to me.

My anger raged inside, and for the first time, fear coated my skin. I couldn’t believe that a woman like this would scare me, but she did.

Looking down the length of David’s arm, I saw his arms were crisscrossed with blood. The dagger nowhere to be seen.

“If you don’t do it, I will have to torture this poor man. His screams will haunt this town forever.” The woman said and I noticed she had moved closer to me.

Tired of her games, I stepped into the hut and felt the cold night air vanish. Replaced by a heat which quickly coated my body in sweat. I looked at the woman as she smiled, revealing her fangs.

As she danced around me, her eyes never left mine. I heard her whisper, “I will have your soul to dine on tonight.”

I ran to David, and pried at his hands. He mumbled to himself and lowered his head. “What are you saying?”

“Take it.” He screamed and bent his wrist back. I saw a fine glint of steel imbedded into his wrist. Blood dripped to the floor and I reached into his flesh.

Feeling the metal against my fingers, I squeezed and felt the blade cut into my skin. No pain so I gripped tighter.

Looking over David’s shoulder, I saw the woman watching me with fascination. After a moment of silence, she said, “Remove the blade will kill him. Is my death worth more than your friends?”

I nodded and felt the knife come loose into my hand. A warm sticky substance followed with the blade and a quick glance down saw a fountain of blood running over my fingers. David didn’t say a word as his body went pale. The blood soon died down into a dribble and his head slumped forward.

I couldn’t worry about him as this was his fault for not returning to me like planned. I shoved his body forward and stood brandishing the blade. The woman grinned, but her eyes gave away her fear.
“That’s not a problem.” I said and started toward her.

“I expected a little compassion for your kind. Maybe you are truly more demented than I expected.” The woman said, her face already changing.

Not wanting to waste time with words, I lunged at her. Hoping to get to her before she changed worked as I plunged the knife into her chest. A loud hissing sound erupted from the wound and fire came from beneath the blade.

The room shook and the woman tumbled to the side. Flames overtook her flesh and I watched as the blade let out a white light. It vanished with a lone crack and the woman fell to the ground dead.

Noticing that the hut had vanished, I now stood in morning light with two dead bodies before me. Blood covering my hands and clothes. I saw the first officer making his way down the alley and before I had a chance to say anything, he saw the gruesome scene before me.

“Stop right there.” He raised his club toward me.

Not wanting to wait around, I darted through the growing crowd and heard the officer follow.

A woman’s scream from behind me, resonated against my ears as I hurried through the city streets. The officer’s whistle behind me was joined by two more and I continued to lead them on a chase. Their mere mortal bodies will eventually tire, so I kept running at a full sprint until they couldn’t keep up anymore. After another two blocks, I stopped, wiped my brow and decided it was best to leave New York.
Knowing that going back to Europe would be dangerous, I decided to head out West before things got anymore complicated. The first thing the police would do next was spread my face throughout the city with the hopes of a large reward.

Making my way through the streets, I left the city which I called home for a couple years. Not sure where I would end up next, anything was better than to locked up in their prison’s and discovered for who I truly was.

May 22, 1884

I had to wait until he woke up before I could get the answers to my questions. He remained unconscious for the duration of the stressful night. On numerous occasions, I felt the feeling again, but it never got as strong as it did in the pub.

A couple of times the young man stirred, but never woke up. Afraid to leave him during the night, I kept a watchful eye on him. If I lost him, I would be back to square one and knew that couldn’t be allowed to happen. If this man hand any answers, I needed to wait.

Knowing that the beast was still out there was horrible enough, but without anyway to fight her I was truly helpless for the first time. It was a horrible feeling. I had been in many battles and survived many wounds, yet this one person actually caused me to fear for my life.

Looking out my window, I heard the young man mumble something in his sleep. Turning, I saw him sitting up, but his eyes were still shut. He turned toward me and his mouth opened a little bit and a voice seemed to spew out from him. “To fight the demon, you need to find the weapon of her master.” 

The man collapsed back onto the bed and started to snore again. I chuckled despite the fear which had caused me to shiver. The feeling stuck with me until morning. I wasn’t sure what the man meant, and watched him sleep. The sinking feeling of being doomed continued to loom over me and I never liked the feeling.

The first rays of the morning sunlight streaked across the room and right into my eyes. My eyes watered, but I refused to look away for fear the young man might do something else. He didn’t but after another two hours he woke up.

Sitting up, he looked at me and yawned. An impulse to wring his neck washed over me, but I clenched my fists and lowered my head. “You feeling better?”

He cocked his head to the side. “Yeah, but who are you?”

“I’m the one who brought you here.”

“You are the one who faced the woman huh?”

We were getting somewhere, and I grinned. “Yes, now what is this about the weapon of her master?”

His eyes shot open and he looked at me. His bottom lip quivered and I watched as he looked toward the door. He wouldn’t be able to escape before I broke his neck. He must have noticed my killer instinct as he didn’t move again.

“It’s a dagger. It’s made out of one of her scales. Crafted by ancient monks.”

“Where do I find it?”

He smiled and looked at me with a long, distant stare. “You can’t.”

“What do you mean?” Confusion washed over me as the more I learned the more I didn’t know what I had gotten myself into. Maybe I should have left town instead of trying to fight her.

“I mean you can’t do it. I can though.” He said.

“What do you mean?”

“You need my help. So I guess we are partners.” He said and kicked his feet off the bed.

“I work alone, but I can’t stop you from risking your own life if you want to.” I said. Did he actually know the risk, I’ll never know, but I was up for some companionship after traveling alone for so long.

“Fine, so it’s settled, I’m coming.” He said.

“Yes you are. You might as well tell me your name.” I said and stood up. Running my hand through my hair, I looked down at him.

“David.” He said and stood up.

He seemed taller than before and I reached my hand out. He shook it. It would be a partnership which didn’t last longer than I needed him. He didn’t know it, but he was only a tool to reach my goal of killing that hell beast.

“We’ll head off tomorrow.” He said. “Meet me here tomorrow night.”

“Why at night?”

“Because she only attacks at night, and the location of the dagger can only be seen through moonlight.” He said.

“Fine, tomorrow night we’ll get started.” I said.

He released my hand and left. Honestly, I wasn’t sure whether or not he would be back, but figured I didn’t have a chance. Besides if he didn’t show up, I would leave this miserable city to her wrath. I didn’t really care about anyone else except for myself.

The rest of the day I spent my day catching up on my sleep. If I had to face her again, I needed to be sure I would be ready.

May 21, 1884

It had been a day since I saw the beast, which was able to harm me. The wound had healed so much that if the sight of her talon through my flesh wasn’t burned to my memory, I wouldn’t know it was there.

After the attack, I wandered the streets for a few hours and found my way to a small pub.
The smell as I entered filled my nose to the delight of my stomach. Feeling the weight of my pouch, I knew I had enough money to buy a few pints and a bite to eat. When I sat at a small round table in the corner, I stared at the small morning crowd mulling among the tables. Most of them looked like they were fresh off the late shift at the docks. Except for one young man who seemed well kept.

His hair seemed to shine in the candlelight and he had an air of confidence to him that the other schmucks contained. When the barmaid dropped off my pitcher and hamburger, the young man seemed to smile. I looked away from him, but he came over anyway. Without a word, he sat down and grabbed a French fry off my plate. The urge to smack him passed when he looked at me.

“You want something?” I asked.

He smiled without saying anything and poured himself a glass of my ale, drinking it without a word.

Despite my anger, his joyful attitude to stealing my food had me curious. Once he finished with one glass, he went for another, and I stopped him. With his smile still on his face, I asked again,
“Want something?”

He shook his head and tugged against my grip.

“Then get lost. Or lose the hand.”

His grin faltered and he released my pitcher. Feeling his hand quiver within mine made me smile. The first smile I’ve had this morning and it helped quench my anger.
Looking around the pub, I noticed that the crowd had settled in and not a single person seemed to look my way.

“How was she?” The young man said. His green eyes locked on me. The similar type of green the girl’s eyes had. A flash of fear shot though me and my chest clenched at the thought of this being another trap.

“Relax, I’m not like her, not anymore.” The young man said.

Despite his reassurance, I couldn’t keep my fear from flooding my thoughts. The girl seemed so nice before as well, so I promised myself to remain cautious. While taking a bite of my hamburger, I studied the young man.

Being out of the shadows, I noticed that his hair lost some of its sheen and his young face showed signs of dirt around the ears. I smiled despite my nerves, “What do you know about her?”

“That she’s killed close to four hundred people in the U S of A since she came here.” The young man’s smile returned. He seemed to be more comfortable talking about hundreds of deaths instead of anything else.

After finishing my hamburger, I finished my pitcher, without the young man saying anything else to me. Trying to mull over the enormity of what he presented, I came to the conclusion that I would trust him with a short leash. Once something seemed odd, I would kill him, or make a run for it.

“What kind of thing is she?” I said, watching him closely. I expected to see some sort of reaction, but he only turned down to his hands, but his smile remained plastered on his face.

“She’s a demon. Some soulless creature which preys on the scared.” He folded his hands and I caught the attention of the near barmaid.

“Something to drink for my friend.” I said and she nodded as I tossed her a couple dollars.
In the silence while we waited for the beer, I tried to think of a way to questions this man about what he knows. He found me, so he knows more than he has said so far. I would get it out of him, but violence wouldn’t be the way to do that. I’ve seen too much violence to know that it never solves the problem.

The barmaid brought back the beer and slid it in front of the young man. I smiled at her, and she grinned back. She would get a good tip from me today.
The man grabbed the beer and took a sip.

“How do you know this?” I asked after the young man had finished half of his beer.

Turning to me, I noticed the fear had sucked the color from his face. “It’s not safe here. She’s close.”

Taking a quick look around, I didn’t see the girl, but with the thick crowd that had filled the place, it would be hard to tell her apart from the many faces. Even though I couldn’t see her, the man was right. I could feel her presence as well. Maybe the alcohol had something to do with it, but the more I focused on how I felt, the more I could tell she had to be close.

“Come with me.” I grabbed the man’s hand and pulled him out of the chair he sat. Shoving my way through the crowd, I felt a strong desire to get to the door. I needed something, anything to separate the feeling of her, the sickening feeling which grabbed my stomach and wouldn’t let go.
Flying through the door, I tugged the young man after me and into the street. I got a few dirty looks from some men who were trying to enter the pub. I didn’t care and pulled the young man after me.

After putting some distance between me and the pub, I released the young man’s hand. He came stumbling up to me and I slammed him against the nearby wall. Tired of the fear and confusion, I pinned him in front of me. “No more games. Tell me everything I need to know. She must be stopped.”

His eyes rolled inside his head and he slumped to the ground. Picking him up, I threw him against the wall again. My anger had taken over and it clouded my judgment as I stared at the man. “Don’t back out now. Tell me what you know!”

His body went limp in my hands and I had to calm myself before I did something I would regret, like killing him. Looking around, I saw a small crowd had started to gather and I knew if anyone else came, it would be the police. Not wanting another beating, I hoisted the young man on my shoulders and looked at the crowd. “My friend just had too much to drink. Forgive him.”
The nearby old lady smiled and I grinned back as I carried the man to a safe place. My room at the inn.

May 20th, 1884

Today wasn’t the best day for me. Being in New York at the time, I had to lay low. Lot of people here saw me beat to death by the police. I tried to fight them off, but after the crowd gathered, I couldn’t risk being seen as anything more than human. Even though the officer’s beat on me with their clubs, the pain never registered. The only thing I heard was the hollow cracks of the wood against my bones.

Looking up at the officer as he blew into his whistle to halt his friends. I remember rolling along the wet cobblestone and whimpering. Something to sell how much it hurt. To sell the internal injuries I had to bite my tongue hard enough to bring blood, and despite the nasty coppery taste as it filled my mouth, it soon healed and only managed to spit out one glob of blood.

Looking to my right, I remember seeing a young woman. Her hazel eyes gleamed in the faded sunlight struggling through the overcast day. Despite the soot which caked her cheeks I could see the fear in her face. The concern for my well being as the officers beat me.

While trying to pick myself up, the lead officer drove his club into the small of my back. I grimaced when I felt the pressure and collapsed to the ground again.

“Keep down sir. I don’t want to have to tell you again.” The officer said as he crouched over me. Feeling the warmth of his voice on my ear. I could smell the sour scent of liquor.

Quenching my anger, I lowered my head to the ground and apologized. He must not have heard me, or didn’t care as he continued to beat me until I shut my eyes and pretended to be unconscious. I remained on the ground listening to them shuffle around me and whispering to each other. I think they were debating what to do with me if I was dead. Not thinking much of it, I remained quiet. Nothing they could do would do any permanent harm to me.

After what seemed like hours, they officers left me. The hollow click of their footsteps faded as they left the alley. After a moment of silence, I cracked open my eyes. Not sure if they all left or not, I remained cautious and scanned the alley the best I could. The cold of the evening swirled through my thin layers of clothing as I picked myself up.

“Sir, are you okay?”

I spun to face the person who said that. Raising my fist to strike, I held up when I saw the girl from earlier. Her eyes widened and she backed up from me, with her mouth agape. Lowering my arm, I smiled and she seemed more at ease.

“Yes, I am fine, thank you.” I said and looked down the alley. It had emptied of the jeering spectators which watched my beating.
I turned to leave, but her hand shot out and grabbed my elbow. I looked to the girl and her shaky hand on my coat. The terror her pale face revealed made me take notice of the shifting shadows closing in on the alley.

“Come with me,” she pleaded.

Looking over my shoulder, something evil stalked just out of eyesight, but within striking distance. It wasn’t fear which filled me, but the desire to leave with the girl. She tugged on my arm and I followed her through a small opening between two small shacks.

Once we were out of the alley, I felt a warm sensation spread through me, like a fire had been reignited underneath my skin. Looking over my shoulder, the alley had disappeared within the shadows as they twisted with the fog and I could have sworn I saw a set of three eyes staring back at me.

The girl’s grip tightened and she pulled me along the path with renewed vigor and despite my protests, kept me moving along. After what seemed like an hour or so, she stopped and faced me. A healthy and beautiful glow tinged her cheeks. She smiled and lowered her eyes.

“Sorry sir, but I needed to make sure you remained safe.”

Lifting her chin so I could see her eyes, I said. “Safe from what?”

“Evil.” She said, her eyes remained on mine. I saw my reflection form in the tears gathering in her eyes.

I offered her my handkerchief and she wiped her eyes.

“Evil? What evil?” The confusion had settled in, and for the first time in a long time, I felt genuine fear.

“I know what you are?” the girl said as she handed me my handkerchief back without looking at me.

“What I am? I’m just a man.” I said, but knew she didn’t buy it. She smiled and tilted her head lower. I reached for her shoulder, but she backed out reach and let out a small guttural growl.

Looking back the way we came, I saw the path we took was no longer there. Turning toward the girl again, she turned her face up, a sneer had replaced her smile and her hazel eyes turned flame red. “You are unnatural. You are not supposed to be here.”

Taken back, I said the only thing I could think of. “You aren’t so natural yourself miss.”

A black forked tongue flicked over her lips and she raised her left hand, or what could have been called a hand before. Now a scaled claw reached for me. Black talon’s stretched from her fingernails and scratched toward me. Instincts took over and I jumped back.

“You must die.”

“If you know what I am, then you know that isn’t going to happen.” I said as I searched for any sort of weapon. Now seeing my surroundings for the first time, I realized I was in a black empty pit. She took me to her lair. Human bones littered the dirt around my feet. I could have sworn it was cobblestone moments before, but now each stone had turned into a skull.

She lunged at me, the talons sinking into my skin and for the first time that I could remember, a searing pain shot through my body. I screamed and my voice trailed out into nothingness. The force took me off my feet and drove me to the ground. I heard the click of her talon scratch along the skulls beneath me.

Looking up at the beast as she slithered on top of me, her face twisted as the once soot speckled flesh peeled off like dying leaves. It rained upon me and as it touched my clothes, it flamed up like hot iron had touched it. Each burst of fire sent a bolt of pain to my head and I couldn’t keep track of the sensations.

Able to grip my hands around her claw, I kicked my feet up and caught her in the side. Enough to jar her talon free of my flesh. As I rolled out from underneath her, I looked down at the wound and it sizzled and smelled like burnt flesh. The worst part was the throbbing pain which made my left arm numb. I must have been some kind of poison, because my body refused to heal like it did from previous knife wounds.

Turning toward the beast, I saw it in the fading light as it curled up ready to strike. The once innocent looking girl had taken the form of a monster. A spiked tail flicked behind it as it stood up. Looking at me with its red eyes, I saw its hunger, the desire to eat me whole.

Backing against the wall, I felt it shift, like a curtain. Reaching my good hand behind me, I felt a silky substance as my hand entered it. A chill like a cold winter night coated my hand and I started to rip at the shadows. It came away in chunks and morning light entered the domain.

The creature hissed and spit at me, but the invading light kept it at bay.

Sucking up my courage, I turned my back on the creature and began to rip at the shadows with my good hand. As the shadows fell in pieces around me, the morning light and smoky smell of a New York morning energized me. Ducking and stepping into the light, I looked back at the creature, but it already started to revert to human form again. The tail and claw had reverted back.

“We will meet again.” The girl said as she stood staring at me. Her eyes red as fire.

Tripping over myself as I ran, I tumbled and fell into the same alley I was beaten in. People mulled around as I picked myself up and wiped the dirt off my frayed clothes. Looking at the wound in my shoulder, I noticed it healed. A small scar lined my collar bone where she first entered, but other than that it was gone.

Looking back to where the girl was, it was empty. A brick wall stood where she led me down a path the night before. Not wanting to think of it any longer, I continued down the alley. Ignoring the curses as I went. New York was going to need a warrior against this girl, and I was just the one to do it.

Introduction

Since I’m new to this internet stuff, I will start with introducing myself. My name is Junior, I have been alive for longer than I can remember. I think the first real big event that I can recall was developing fire, I’m not sure though. Over the many centuries, it all sort of blurs together. I have loved and lost multiple times over, but keep going back for more pain.

If you ran into me in a dark alley, you would probably want to run the other way. I’m not ugly or menacing at all, but you people must get a sense I’m different from you, because you run regardless. Despite this, some people have braved their fear and learned that I’m nice. I don’t condone violence, yet have been involved more than any one soul should have to endure. War after war after war.

Despite violence, I have also seen many good things in life. Births of my children, milestones of their lives, watching my grandkids and great grandkids and great great grandkids, etcetera for generations.

For some reason, I’m the only one of my family who is blessed with this curse. I have watched each family member die and trust me, the more you witness it the worse it gets. I have seen my many wives die hundred times over, which is bad enough, but during the black plague watching my new born twins die was probably the worst thing I’ve ever seen. The black spots on their frail bodies and the twitching after they died still haunts my dreams.

I don’t want to depress you all so soon, but know this, my life has many ups and downs, but since I detailed a bad thing I will detail one of the better moments of my life.

Back in 1950, a fire burned a school. A single child was trapped inside and I knew about my curse by then. So while terrified parents stood watching the building burn I snuck around back and jumped through a burning door. The flames licked at my skin, but unlike you, it’s warm, but doesn’t burn me. With the heat so intense that my sweat dried on my forehead as soon as it formed, I listened for the location of the lone child. Finding him proved easier than I thought it would be. The wall to the room had collapsed and made it easy to enter the room. With my clothes ablaze, and flames flickering before my eyes, the kid went quiet as I stared at him. Black soot had caked his cheeks and he coughed in the corner of the room.

With the flames making their way toward the kid, I took down one of the remaining curtains and wrapped it around myself, extinguishing the flames. With me no longer being a human candle, I reached for the kid. His eyes were wide with excitement as I lifted him off the floor and made my trek back through the burning remains. Keeping the kid close to my chest, I hurried through the flames fast enough that only small fires started on my clothes again.

The ceiling had collapsed in my initial entrance, so I had to improvise. Setting the kid down, I went into another room, which was ablaze. Looking at the wall, which led outside, I motioned for the kid to come to me and I picked him back up. Staring at the wall, I saw the charred wood had splintered a little, and I knew this was my chance as the ceiling in the hallway collapsed. No turning back. The kid started to cry, but I rested my hand on his head and tried to comfort him. Not willing to take another moment, I dashed toward the wall, and spun as I jumped toward the wood. With my eyes closed, the crash that enveloped me filled my ears and I felt a coldness wash over me as I felt fresh air fill my lungs.

Landing on the grass sent a shock through me, which made the kid yelp. I released him and he rolled out of my arms still coughing. Standing up, I was behind the school, so no one saw me. I could feel the heat of the flames on my back and threw off my jacket.

I told the kid to go around front and someone would be able to help him. I remember what he said to me after I started to leave. “Are you an angel?”
I smiled and shook my head.

I left that town the next day because what would have happened to me if that kid saw me again? That could have caused a mess especially with all the tension in the political air as there was.

So there you go. A nice story to counteract the bad. I thought this might be a good introduction to who I am, what I am capable of and I hope you will continue reading as I explain my life as an immortal.