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Subject: ... Catacomb Gangster ...


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Alairic
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Date Posted: 11:14:42 01/21/03 Tue

*Deep within the cellar of an ancient building, where once it had been a winery, it now housed a "monster". Untruths were spoken and now he was deeply hurt and utterly alone. He didn't want to be alone, but at the same time, he didn't want company. Friend or foe. If he couldn't be with her then he didn't want to be with anyone. He didn't know what pissed him off more... that she didn't talk to him about it first, that his reputation seemed to follow him, or the fact that these lies were the cause for this. Truth of the matter was, he wasn't sleeping with anyone and nor would he be sleeping with anyone else. Rage building, he picked up an object lying around and threw it as hard as he could against the wall, sending fragments of it flying. Cursing loudly, he drew his fingertips to his cheek, feeling the warmth of his own blood. Perhaps it was time he went back to dust. He couldn't feel anything in that state and by the time I came back, they would all be dead. Ian. His mortal pets. Kranz. Cerri. Kosses. They would all return to the earth as all living things must. His fledglings and those who walked in the shadows, they would either still be around or they would step into the light and end their existance. With only a flicker of a thought, the roof of the structure was on fire, eating its way down to him as he seated himself 'pon the barrel of stored oil. How old the fuel was, he didn't know nor care. As long as it did its job, that was all that mattered. No one would touch him now. No one could hurt him now. Finally, he would be by himself.*

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