This is the official playlist for my book Harvest Songs and the Artist who sings them hope u like'em.

(Prologue)

This Heart's On Fire - Wolf  Parade

(Part 1: The Dreamers and the Awaken)

Dreams - The Cranberries

Thoughts of a Dying Atheist - Muse 

Still Dreaming  - Silverstein Arr

Firefly - Breaking Benjamin 

Los Angeles Is Burning - Bad Religion 

Burning Years  - Story Of The Year 

Sing for Absolution - Muse 

 Sweet Child Of Mine -  Guns N Roses     

Dreaming Out Loud - One Republic 

The Kill - 30 Seconds To Mars

What A Sight - Matchbook Romance 

Why Does It Always Rain on Me? - Travis 

Blood -  Editors

Harvester of Sorrow -  Metallica    

(Part 2: Screetch Owl)

 Damned for All Time  - Queens of the stoneage  

The Chamber - The Last Shadow Puppets

 Soul Meets Body - Death Cab For Cutie

 Animal I have Become - Three Days Grace 

Warning  - Incubus   

Hide and Seek - Imogen Heap 

Apocalypse Please - Muse 

(Epilogue)

Starlight - Muse 

Pedophilia

I've come to full terms with something's in my life. No matter how much I try to move the mountain if the mountain doesn't what to be move it wont move. Love, is something that must come naturally; it's not something that will be pushed into someone by force. I learned that. I'm human (and vampire in my head, lol.), I had feelings for someone, confused things that I should have notice from a start that I should not had had. But being misled by blinded emotions not only did I hurt myself I hurt the other person. I'm still growing and as and in this journey I am bound to make my mistakes, and a few I already began. But to that person, and you know who you are, I want to say sorry from the bottom of my heart, I will see you as my friend, no matter what…sides you are my Purple Cow. ^_^.  Love, it must be something that chooses the person, the person does not chose it. Maybe mines haven't arrived yet, maybe it never will, who knows. But at the moment all I can say it's that I must wait and be patient…

                                Xo Xo ~ Jose.

Well, this is for ytou Reyza...Happy Birthday!!!!!!! con mucho amor y cari~o!

                         ~Jose Angel.

THE BIRTH

Jose Angel Maldonado

~Prologue~

Natalka Boyko was in the middle of a very important meeting in her life when she was rushed in to the emergency room in the local hospital only forty minutes away from her office. The forty five year old was expecting her first born child, a male. She knew all to well that her late husband, Marko Boyko, would have most pleased and thrilled to know that she will be giving birth to a male. A boy. It was only nine months to the date when she heard the news of her pregnancy, five days after her husbands death. She was thrilled and yet exited about conceiving his child the only memory of him she will have.

Once inside the maternity room. Her companion, her long time friend, Olek Petro, remain close by her side. The forty seven year old Olek was Natalka friend since childhood. They knew that needed to be known of each other, they close to the point that he did not needed to share with her his secret of his sexuality. She knew way before he did, she tells him. Waiting for them in the waiting room, was Olek partner, Russian native, Ivan Boris. The former military man moved to Ukraine after meeting Olek in a bar about eleven years ago. They moved in together and by the sudden death of Oleks only sister, they became the parents of a 1 year old boy. Whom they decided only naming him Akim Petro Boris. As Olek look into the eyes of his dear friend he could tell the dreadful pain she was enduring. For the crushing of his hand was the key element in it all.

Once in the doctor was present, he examined Natalka. He told them that the baby was in place but he was not ready to come out. It would take away, he gave her some medication to help her with the contraction.

"So, have you thought of a name for the little boy?" said Olek placing his warm hand on Natalka head.

She nodded with a faint smiled. "Danilo."

"Beautiful name."

"Thank you."

But as she closed her eyes to rest and try and let the medication work their way through her body, she kept in her heart the actual truth. The truth behind the conceiving of this child. Of who was the real father of her son. And how she became with child, knowing full well that she could not. In her mind she remember it all. And it all came to her as a rushing river…

~One~

Lviv, Ukraine.

The bus was late and so she walked home. It was not that long the walk, it only took fifteen minutes but those fifteen minutes hurt on her feet. The wheatear was mildly sunny, still a few clouds in the sky. But that made the day more nicer. On her purse the sound of her keys and various items bang and smack as she raised towards her house. Natalka Boyko was in the top of her game on this day. Promoted CEO of the company her father began she was eager and thrilled to share the news with her husband. Even thou Marko was a great lawyer in their city, she was the one who brought the big money to the house. And he accepted it every time. He joke sometimes saying that he had a job only to keep his day occupied.

Making it to her apartment complex, she greeted the security guard and headed towards the elevator. Once inside she press the PH button and waited. She could hardly content her emotions from telling me. She could not wait to just blur it out. When the elevator made it to their Penthouse apartment, she began to call for him. Yelling for him, when she heard the low tone mutter of a WHAT she knew he was there. Finding him was not that hard he was in front of the TV watching the international news. When Marko saw Natalka he got up picked her from the floor and kissed her with such passion that the kiss could be an eternal kiss. Once he let her go, she looked at him and smiled.

"I have good news for you, Marko." said Natalka her voice not louder than a whisper.

"Yes? What is it?" his low tone of voice was on of many reasons why she fell in love with him.

"You are looking officially at the Executive CEO of U.I.E (Ukrainian Import and Export)."

"You are joking with me! Really?"
"Yes I got the promotion today!"

"Oh honey I am so happy for you deserve it no one in that company works better than you do! I am proud of you. I truly am!"

"Thank you."

"We should celebrate! How about dinner? My treat."

"Marko, come on. I will cook us something you know how I love cooking I wont allow you to buy me food. We are staying here. Where are you going! Come back here I told you something! MARKO!"

"I cant hear you. Hurry!"

She rolled her eyes and followed. He placed on her, her tweed coat, he took his and both headed out. Once in the street they hold hands and laugh and joked all the way to the restaurant only two blocks away. Getting there was all planned out. Marko knew this day was going to be the day. So he had things ready just incase. Champaign and exclusive dinner, which he paid for all of it. And then a stroll through the park. The last rays of the sun were shinning out in the distance as they held each others hand and walked towards their love spot in the park. Once their Marko looked into Natalka’s honey eyes, and said over and over how much he loved her. He kissed her, she giggled. After about an hour she said that they should head back to the apartment. And he accepted it. So, they left.

Upon their return the celebration was far from over. He took her into the master bedroom and finished the night with a bang.

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Bogdan Gleb was finishing his book when he felt a cold shiver running down his spine. He sat down his book at stud from his divan chair, looking all around to what or who made that cold feeling. He knew that he was not alone. Turning to face the fireplace he saw reflections of something dancing within the flames itself. Looking closer he began to pick up the images more clearly, tiny children.

RING…

RING…

He turned away from the flames and walked towards the phone. Looking at the caller ID he knew it was his long time colleague, Veronica Chavestky.

"Yes?"

"The time is coming. I know you felt the presence. I felt it. And did you saw the children?"

"Yes, yes I did. But we have no idea if will happened tonight. So we must be calm. And above everything, we must be ready for when we are call to get her, understood?"

"Yes, Bogdan. Can you imagine if it happens tonight the honor?"

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The following morning, Natalka awoke to find an empty bed and a rose next to her. This was Marko’s way of saying sorry to leave so early. He worked two hours away from their home so he had to get up and hit the traffic before the traffic hit him. She turned and took the rose with her left hand and smelled it. She sat on her bed and pulled her reddish hair out of her face. She looked around the white bedroom and notice a few things out of place. She got out off bed and headed for the shower.

After getting down with a few things around the house, Natalka decided on heading out for a short stroll around Lviv. With her tweed coat and purse and hair wrapped in a bun she left. The day was like the day before sunny but cold. She walked the streets of downtown Lviv, with great pride and self-respect. Not to many women in her country could say had a position of great importance like her. But she did, and she was determine to keep it. The child of working class parent, she made her way through life with force and determination. It wasn’t until she turned twenty when he father hit big with his Import and Export business. Instead of relocating the company to Kiev, the capitol of Ukraine, the remain loyal to their home town of Lviv. Thou Ukraine is under going a transition state after substantial constitutional reform was introduced not to long ago, the amendments to the constitution were meant to transform Ukraine state from a presidential republic to a mixed parliament-presidential republic. But, the amendments happened to be far from perfect and created a great opportunity for potential conflicts between the President on one side and the Parliamentary coalition on the other.

Even thou life is far from perfect in this remote country in the world things go by.

Natalka made it to her favorite little bistro not far from her offices she sat down and looked at the people who passed by. Sipping on her coffee she let time fly. It got a bit windier but other than that the day was totally perfect. Still it was cold. She picked up a copy of the local paper and began to read through it. Before noon, Natalka stud and left towards her home. On her walk back she saw an unusual number of police cars and ambulances speed through the street. She counted a total of maybe twenty police cars and five ambulances. Making her way inside the apartment, she knew that Marko would not be home until later on the day. So she planted herself in front of the television and began to watch the news. On the news they said that there was a terrible accident, a massive car pile up . The lives of ten people were lost and almost a dozen were injured or in critical condition. Natalka hope that Marko was not involve in that accident.

She picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Yes, good afternoon ma’am, is this the wife of Mr. Marko Boyko?" said the cop.

"Yes this is she. May I ask why are you calling sir?" her tone began to get a certain not in it.

"Ma’am I am sorry to say this but, it seems that Mr. Boyko was involve in the massive accident this afternoon. And ma’am he lost his life in the scene. His body was pinned inside his car, and the car exploded. We are truly sorry ma’am. Ma’am? Ma’am?"

Natalka fell to the floor and went unconscious.

Olek Petro was forty seven and gay. What is there to tell? He and Natalka were childhood friend. They knew everything about each other. He was there at her side when she slowly awoke. On the other side of the room was Oleks partner, Ivan Borris. The forty eight year old Russian was tall and silent and spoke very little. A entirely different from Olek who only function in life was talking. But neither the lest, Natalka was brought to them for some reason.

She wept, scream, cuss, when she came to accept the fact that her husband was dead. Her best friend, her confident, her companion was gone. She could not handle it. She could not believe it. She dare not even think about it. Olek offer her something to eat or drink, but nothing. She went to sleep after a while of talking with Olek. But still nothing.

Olek and Ivan where outside in the veranda over looking Lviv.

"Oli, she is a mess." said Ivan his thick Russian accent overpowered his Ukrainian.

"I know, hon. But we must understand she lost Marko. The man of her life."
"I know."

~Two~

The day of Marko’s funeral, Natalka could not keep her weeping under control her mascara ran down her face creating a look of a prostitute. Her black clothing gave her the appearance of a shadow on an empty world. Her reddish hair was down and it swirled in the passing wing. The small rain that fell upon them to wash the sadness out off their souls. How much pain it caused her to bear witness to see her husband laying inside of the wooden box being lowered into the earth. She scream on the inside and was dying to hold him on more time. She was loosing her mind in her own pain. She was loosing all her mind, she was crushing the rose her husband gave the last time they laid in bed. She was weeping in a sea of deathless pain.

Olek and Ivan look at Natalka with such compassion, they know she was not herself. And yet she looked different, something in here seem odd. As if, she was growing a belly. Then as the coffin was being placed into the ground Natalka fell to the ground and began to scream at the top of her lungs.

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Bogdan Gleb, was one Russia’s top financial expert. Secretly head of many major word monetary conferences and highly classified financial meetings. That only four of the worlds mayor top financial leaders attendant. Amongst them was Timothy Ritchie, London and the worlds richest man. Head of almost everything anyone can imagine that involve money. Several years back it was alleged that Ritchie and Gleb where lending money to several world food suppliers and the U.N but those allegations were never made clear, and they remain allegations. On this day, the British money man was in Gleb’s Russian estate. Not for a casual visit. This was business. Of the highest level.

Ritchie, with his grayish black hairs, cut short to in a military style, was wearing his trade mark black suit with white stripes, red dress shirt with red and black tie. On the fingers of his left hand the ring of one of his many secret organizations to whom he either belong or sponsored. His dull brown eyes looked at Bogdan with little respect. Even thou they were friends for years, they rarely shared a close friendship or bond in some way. They were in some words money friends. Gleb being Russia top wealthiest man, and Ritchie being the worlds wealthiest man.

"The New York exchange, the Tokyo exchange and the London exchange are all in the right place with the idea of the currency situation. And I believe it wont be long before they settle the matter and work with three world currencies." said Ritchie sipping on his glass of white Russian.

"I agreed. We must be moving fast to begging promoting the matter with the U.N. I know that it wont be any time soon but we will have our goals ready before the Chosen One reaches the age of twenty."

Ritchie nodded and smiled.

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Lviv, Ukraine.

She needed to get out, to loose herself. To get the sadness and the despair out off her. As a young woman, Natalka was quite the club hopper. But getting married and her job slowed that life to a point that no longer existed until tonight. That urge to get out and forget it all, made her or forced her to go out into the night. Dressing in a black short skirt dressed, with knee high leather black boots with heals. Let down her hair, not wrapping it up into her usual bun, and putting make up one that made her look younger than her years. She looked like a stranger before the mirror in her room. But she did not cared. That was her last thought right now as she headed out.

She walk, and she notice, how men younger and older than her looked at her. Their eyes told everything. Natalka made it to a local bar, about a five minute walk from her place. The loud music the sound of laughter and singing filled the place around. Sitting right in the bar she told the bartender to give her a dry Scotch. And when she said keep them coming his eyes almost fell out of his face.

About an hour or so, Natalka was drunk, or getting there. But she was still full aware of a young blonde man eyeing her from across the corner of the bar. He remain in the shadow of the place in a secluded corner looking at her. She knew he was. Natalka turned and headed towards him. When he saw her he looked deep into her eyes. The man looked to be in his early twenty or forties, it was hard to tell, his blond longish hair reached his hears. Deep almost shining blue eyes. White smooth face. Rip body, perfect chin. He looked like a model. A cross between George Clooney, Brad Pitt, and Johnny Deep. As if all three had a love child and this was the offspring. True beauty.

"Hey, would you like a drink?" said Natalka looking in to his eyes.

"Sure, why not?" an Italian accent was clear on his Ukrainian.

She bought for him a dry martini, he said he doesn’t mind the hard stuff. So scotch was for the night.

It was about two in the morning when they left the bar. Talking for what seem hours. The man told her is name was Lucianno Ferro, an Italian philosophy teacher who was in Ukraine for a lecture in one of the local universities in Lviv and in Kiev. He was not married and never planned to be. Lived in Rome and served the Italian military for a few years until he found that war was not the answer. Living in almost fifty five countries in a span of twelve months, made him quite the traveler. Only child, and a orphan. The ideas he told Natalka was the things that got to her. World peace, single world government, unity in faith. Things he wish he could accomplish. He was perfect truly perfect. Their conversation had a wide range of topics from religion, to politics even animals. Natalka never felt this drawn to another man like when she was to Marko.

" Would you believe me if I told u I sang opera?" said Lucianno.

"Um…sing for me."

And he sang the most beautiful song she could have ever hear in her life. The notes he sang were some she had never heard in her life. He was quit talented.

"Bravo!" she laughed. "Is there something you can’t do?"

"Nope." said Lucianno with a smile.

They walked out from the bar into the early morning street. Empty streets all around them, not a souls well, only a few wandering cats and dogs but nothing else. Natalka invited Lucianno back to her apartment for more drinks. He accepted it. Once inside the home, they continue drinking hard stuff. It was strange Lucianno drank more and faster then Natalka but did not appeared to get drunk or anything. As they continue to chat and laugh. Natalka told Lucianno that she wanted him to kiss her, like he never kissed a woman before. And he did. When his moist warm lips touched hers, she felt a icy shiver running down her spine, it made her mourn. When Natalka open her eyes, they found themselves on her bed, naked. The mourning she gave and his breathing was the only sound in the room. The echoes of their sound filled the room. And the darkness that descended in the room, was not a normal darkness. Natalka notice that from Lucianno body a glowing sort of thing began to happen. She thought she was seeing things but no! he was glowing.

"Do you take me?" said Lucianno.

"What?"

"Do you take me?"

"Yes…yes….I do."

Then as soon as it began, the room and the entire apartment was filled with her screams. And then a light…

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Bogdan Gleb and Timothy Ritchie were finishing their meeting when Veronica Chavestky ran in. her face was of utter joy and celebration. For something big, very big had to happened for her to come in into a meeting so private like this one.

"It happen!"

~One~

Lviv, Ukraine.

A one night stand. That what it was, no doubt about that. It happen by the result of massive amounts of drinking. That was certain still the empty bottles and wine glasses were still around the living room and the bed room. But something was odd. The entire place smell of ash, as if something was burning. Nothing looked burn, sides if there was a fire the fire alarms through out the building would have gone off. And none did. But that ash smell was in the place. Natalka Boyko, had her first one night stand. It felt different to no love no passion not even a thank you call me. Everything was just ACTION, and no love. She picked up the mess in her home and made sure everything looked perfect. Thankfully her office led her off some time for her to grieve the least they could do for her.

She sat on the sofa in her living room, and looked at the reflection of herself coming out of the TV, who was that looking at her. She looked different a broken woman one who had fallen from her own grace. Natalka had never being a believer in anything, she could be classified as close to atheist, but the truth is her parents raised her to question and doubt things. So, when loved one died, to her, it was the end. Nothing. Finish. The body will fade with time and nothing will remain. Hope of a eternal encounter was never in her mind, nor on Marko’s. death was the end of things. And that was it. Life and all the matter could die and vanish for her. For she wanted to vanish too…

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Natalka was not herself, vomiting, dizziness, mood swings. Something was wrong. She never felt like this sick and getting worse day by day.

Olek came to her one afternoon with a surprising statement. That nearly set her off running to the hills.

"Um…have you thought about the possibility that you might be pregnant?" said Olek over coffee.

"Please, don’t be kidding me. I cant get pregnant, remember? So, how can I get pregnant?"

"Well, you never know. I once saw on the news about some eighty year old woman who got pregnant."

"And…"

"Hello, the lady was eighty for Pete’s sakes. Have you ever heard about an eighty year old pregnant?"

But the thought linger in her mind.

She laugh at that thought, pregnant? That will be something? She cant be pregnant. She can. Cant she?

She walked the street of her native Lviv. Still with that thought in her mind. Actually being pregnant. She did not told Olek about her one night stand, why? He used to have them all the time back in the day. But, she did not care he might have told her about his newest one night lover, but she lost interest in them. But the mere possibility of that she must be with child. The thoughts of a child was the last thing in her mind.

She was not the type who could be a mother, it was clear. She had not time for them (a child). She was scared to death just even thinking on the possibility of having a child. Natalka was only ten years old when she and her parent were told that she could not have child. The doctor explain that she develop a rare medical condition that did not allowed her to create eggs. Her mother was heart broken when she learn that her only child could not give her grandchildren. Marko had to come to terms with that condition of not being a father. That was one f his many dreams and he could not make it a reality. But as time went on Marko fully accepted it. No children for them. But now this statement or theory that Olek told her made her question her condition.

But still one never knows.

Natalka could not believe her eyes. Early in the morning she went to a local drug store and bought five home pregnancy test. She could not believe what she was doing, what she was doing buying pregnancy tests. All five test came positive she is pregnant.

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Timothy Ritchie was sitting on his in home office when he received a private call from Bogdan Gleb in Saint Petersburg Russia. Ritchie took the call, and went outside so no one will hear him.

"Yes?" said the British his northern accent was clear.

"It happen, the Vessel is with the Chosen One. It’s only time now until the signs will begging and the day of darkness takes place."

"Prepare to go unto Ukraine and you must look for the woman. And we must make sure that she is ready to bring about the Child into the world."

"Agreed. But who will raise the boy? Surely he shall not be with the mother?"

"Actually, the mother will raise him and then at the appropriate age he will leave her and begging his political career. First the parliament, then the position of Prime Minister will be open for him, then…he must prove to the world who he is and what he is."

"He will remain in the Prime Minister seat or will he move on to the Presidential seat. Before assuming the world?"

"That is not up to us, we must wait until the time of reckoning. When the enemy is gone and he will rise."

"Understood."

~Two~

The last hours of the sunset, before the rising of the night. Natalka was in a state of total denial in her mind she could not be pregnant. Its impossible! It cant be happening. But the worse thing of all she is going to be a single mother. Since her husband died she is all alone, what is she to do? What is she to say to people? It’s a miracle that she got pregnant by Marko before he died? No one will believe that! It was to stupid and not to believable, she had no way to hide this to make people believe, that before her husband died she got pregnant. After almost all her family and close friends knowing about her condition. Things will not be simple for her to explain. Nothing will make the matter simple to explain. Life has taken a turn for the worse. If things were bad when she lost her husband, now with this kid on the way. A KID! She could provided for a second person, that was sure. But she could imagine raising or even bringing a child into the world. Not in her age. How things had gotten so dark and dispersing from one minute to the other. She needed to breath or she would loose it. She knew she would.

Natalka has convinced that she needed to loose this child or something she could not care for another, well she could monetarily speaking but love and caring never. So, one day she took herself to the local planned parenthood and decided on ending the child life. When she got there the place was filled. And when she made an appointment for the following day and leaving the place exploded, as if someone liberal group bomb the place. No survives came of that place, and also every abortion clinic in town went up in flames. Then in the news it was reported that about every clinic in Ukraine went up in flame the following ten days after the explosions of the ones in Lviv. Something in Natalkas mind was telling her that she was not going to loose this kid no matter what. She was going to bear this child no matter what. In her mind the thought of suicide was fresh and strong. And she was more the capable of doing something like that, after loosing her love death is more than a welcoming thought. Maybe on this evening she might end her sorry life…

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Veronica Chavestky was a young drop dead beautiful woman. No doubt about that. And she wasn’t blind by the looks many men and some women gave her. She knew all to well. At thirty years old Veronica was a typical looking modern day Russian woman. Raised by well educated parent in Moscow, Veronica moved to Saint Petersburg when she turn twenty seven in order to follow her dream of becoming a model. But since that never happened she landed working as secretary to Bogdan Gleb and his company. Later in her work field she joined him as member of the Order and has served him in many, many more ways. But still she was no dumb bimbo! For that was more clear in her persona, she knew herself for sure and she wont be no ones bimbo. The tall five foot nine with brown hair and gray eyes, was a true catch for the eyes.

As she sat in her office chair looking at a map of Ukraine. Why was the vessel from Ukraine? It made no sense to her. But still she was not inform of a lot of things lately. Since Mr. Ritchie and Mr. Gleb have being calling each other on a more daily note and emailing each other constantly, she has being kept in the dark. Which drove her insane she needed to know at least something. She later booked two plane tickets to Kiev. By next week. And booked also the hotel and a car. Everything was ready, all she needed was the go ahead.

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No blood…

Natalka try to cut her wrist and nothing. No blood. Nothing not even a single drop. She pressed hard the knife into her wrist and she even tried to stab her wrist and still nothing happened. She tried to hang herself and the rope broke. She could not die. Or something would not allow her to die. She was going to keep trying until, she found a way.

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Olek and Ivan where awaken by the sound of a ringing phone. The digital clock by their bed said 3:45am, Olek slowly rose from the bed and picked up the call. It was the hospital.

"Hello is this the residence of Olek Petro?" said the receptionist on the other side of the phone.

"Yes this is he."

"I am truly sorry to inform you sir. But your sister, Alika. She died of a heroin over dozed."

"What?"

"She was found not long ago on the street dead. What the medical team said and what it is on the report she was dead for some hours."

"Oh my…" Olek began to weep.

"Sir, we need to know if you will take him?"

"Excuse me , take who?"

"Um…the child. Your sister had a one year old child with her when she was found."

"A baby? Alika had a baby!."

"Yes a boy, actually."

"Dear God."

"Sir?"

"Um…I am on my way."

"Very well, sir."

As soon a Olek hung up the phone he woke up Ivan and told him everything. They both got on Ivan cars and drove all the way to the hospital and Olek identified the body. Then together they went and took the child home. The young boy had auburn hair and green eyes. He was sitting in a corner looking at the encyclopedia. Olek ask the nurse if he was looking at the pictures of the book and she said no that he was actually reading. Both Olek and Ivan looked at each other. When the nurse brought to them the boy he outstretched his hand and introduced himself.

"Hello."

"Hello young man." said both Olek and Ivan.

The next day it was legally made, the boy was adopted and was giving a name. Akim.

~Three~

Timothy Ritchie was in New York for a financial meeting with the United Nation Monetary Found. By his side Bogdan Gleb was present as his personal representative to the World Bank. Even thou Ritchie was co-founder of the World Bank, who is centered in Europe and in North America. The original founder of the World Bank died of unnamed sickness. The flight to New York was met with a lot of turbulence. And then with a thundering and constantly rainy weather in the city. The sirens of the city and the constant appearance of police cars send them the clear message that they were no longer in Europe. They were accommodated with two suits in The Grand Plaza hotel.

The car ride to the U.N. was met by a sudden silent by Ritchie’s part. He remain in a state of total silence for almost all the drive to the United Nations. Gleb was really surprise by the silence in Ritchie part and the ignorance he was giving Gleb.

"Mr. Ritchie is today the day? Will our plans to begging the process of a three world currency." said Gleb looking out the window into the Manhattan city.

"I have no idea? All I know is that the Secretary General, William O’Neil, has personally called me to be here on this day. I have no idea if the meeting is about the Monetary Fund. It could be a meeting about the Financial World Leaders. But in reality I don’t know?"

"Hmmm…" mumble Gleb running his finger through his thin grayish hair. The thin man was wearing a most expansive suit he had.

Ritchie looked back at Bogdan and just gazed at him in silence.

Once in the U.N. they were taken directly to the Secretary General’s office. The meeting was met by two other member of the United Nations. The financial advisor for the U.N. and the other was the Deputy Secretary General. All five member sat in the small conference table. Once sitting they all began to discus the matter at hand. The currency. All of them sat in silence as the flat screen TV began to raise from the table. Then the Secretary General, William O’Neil, stud and walked towards his desk and brought back a disk and a series of files.

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Olek was scared and afraid at what he was seeing. His best friend lying in a total state of psychosis. Natalka was depressed, sure. But there was something else for making her feel or have the need to end her life and the life of her unborn child. Every thing in her apartment indicated that she was about or going to kill herself. But when she told Olek everything he could not believe it.

"That’s it you are coming with me. You are staying in my house rather you like or not." said Olek picking her up by her arm and forcing her to pack some of her clothing.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she said screaming while she wept.

"Because, when I was thirteen and I was going to hack myself who was the only person who knew why and prevent it from happening?" said Olek looking at her with tears in his eyes.

Natalka looked at him and hugged him. She whispered into his ears thank you, over and over. Once in the car Natalka noticed a baby sit in the back. Olek told her what happen to his sister and the kid she left behind. And that now both him and Ivan were officially parents. She was surprise and shock that the Ukrainian government allowed to gay males adopt a child. So, was he but he learn never to argue when great things came his way. She congratulated him on this special gift he and Ivan were given. And she also kept thanking him for saving her. Once reaching Olek’s and Ivan’s apartment they were met by the screaming of the baby. Such power and loud screams that infant could give out. Reaching the fifth floor, were Olek and Ivan lived, the screams were even far more louder here. Opening the door they discovered poor Ivan sitting in his lazy chair covering his ears trying to ignored the screaming child. The poor Russian looked angry an tired. Olek went to him and gave him a kiss on the lips, and went and took the screaming boy.

Akim’s auburn hair was entirely messy his green eyes were watery, his rosy cheeks were red and so was his face. The boy looked as if he was screaming for hours.

"Why didn’t you picked him up or tried gave him food or something!" screamed Olek in Russian at Ivan.

"I tried, I really tried. But the kid didn’t want anything. I nearly lost my head trying to keep him down. I tell you Olek that boy has not stop screaming since you left to go and pick her up."

"Oh well." In those moments Akim loose himself from Olek arms and wobbled his way over to Natalka . When the small boy was in front of her, he looked deep into her eyes and knelt. All in the room went silent looking at the boy.

While knelt before Natalka he closed his eyes and said in a clear voice.

"Oh hail the Vessel of our Lord. The Light. And his Child who comes from within the Vessel. Blessed be you for you have being found worthy to bear the child of the Most High." said Akim looking directly at Natalka into the eyes.

All of them looked at Akim.

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"YOU WANT TO WHAT!" screamed the Secretary General.

Ritchie and Gleb both remain silent and quite. They both looked deep into Williams eyes. They knew that the news were not going to be accepted easily. Specially by a prick like O’Neil. The man was only serving as Secretary General because no one was willing to run against him. So, he basically won ’cause no one was willing to fight him for the seat. The Irish formal military man was one of the U.N. worst Secretary General it had. Corrupt and ignorant. The man was only there to keep the seat warm for when a proper and more stronger leader rose and took his place. No one knew when that will happen but they sure hope it was soon. O’Neil supported the Ireland civil wars for maintaining its independency from England. Which shock most of the members of the security council. To him the idea of converting the worlds currency into only three currencies was not good with him.

"You have to view it this way, Mr. Secretary General. Having only three currencies will serve the world good." said Ritchie showing them the selected currencies and the countries that will use them.

"The Euro will be use in all of Europe and in Russia. The Yen in all Asian and middle eastern countries, including the Indonesian islands and India. And the dollar will be use in all of the Americas. Territories and in Australia." said Gleb flipping through his notes.

The representative of the World Monetary Fund, nodded at the idea. It seems to him that it was a very good one. If they could standardized the three currencies so they can be use in any countries and all currencies will be of the same monetary value. But that was easier said then done. Many countries will not turned down their currencies for just one. This was going to be a long and hard process to promote. But it could be done that was for sure, it Timothy Ritchie wanted it was going to be done. No matter what!

When the meeting was over both Gleb and Ritchie remain alone with O’Neil. They sat before him as he sat in his desk looking at them both. Anger clearly visible in his face.

"You and you, I don’t know what you are trying to get out of this but it wont work!" said O’Neil eyeing them.

"Oh, on the contrarily Mr. Secretary General, you see, already the European Union and The Republic of Russia are under going a treaty that will unify both nations. The unification of the Russians with the Europeans will only be the begging. You know that, don’t you?" said Gleb.

"You bastard, you really still believe in the ancient prophecies of His coming. How naïve. It’s what? Three thousand years now? And nothing. Please."

"Don’t not loose faith fellow brother of the Order. He will come but first you must step down."

"What…?"

"Yes we would like if you step down from your position as Secretary General of the United Nations. And we want you to step down as soon as possible. The faster the better. Actually, you got five day to resign your seat. Or will be force to remove you by force."

"Over my dead body."

Gleb got closer and looked straight at O’Neil’s eyes, and said. "Mr. Secretary General, that can be arrange."

~Four~

Natalka was actually coming to terms with the whole notion of becoming a mother. Even thou she could not never let anyone know who is the actual father of the child. She tried more than once to locate Lucianno, but no luck. All she could do is simply lie and tell it was a miracle she got pregnant and the father is Marko. In work everything has being going more than great. Got a brand new fully furnish office in the northern building in the place. The rise of her executive position was making some feel a bit uneasy jealousy was always the case in this profession but she was used to it. She enjoy her knew home too, moving out of her old apartment, she bought a rather new penthouse apartment only five minute drive to her office and a ten minute walk to Olek and Ivan’s place. Natalka was really accepting the new life she was given.

Approaching the first month of her pregnancy she didn’t felt much of the typical pregnancy symptoms. None at all, which scared her. Having plenty of friends who were pregnant and went through a series of abnormal behavior she was surprise that nothing like that she was feeling at least for now. Olek had made her promise that he was going to prepare for her the biggest first month pregnancy party she could imagine. She didn’t wanted one by he insisted on given her one. It was still clear the baby’s sex will not be yet determine so the party was only for a celebration of her and the revival of her spirit and her joy in life. She then agreed to go, and enjoyed her time. The party was actually a nice thing for her. She had the most fun she ever had in her life during it. Olek kept and eye on her not letting her drink anything. Before becoming pregnant Natalka was a proud drinker but now she actually did her part in toning her drinking down and finally quitting. The joy of life finally came back to her and she was enjoying life and people again.

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London, England.

Timothy Ritchie was in the middle of the most important phone call with the Diplomats from China, India, Japan, and the Middle East, when a disturbing gush of wind entered his office. The warm room went cold and icy. A feeling of being watch and heard over came him. He stud from his desk and walked over to the closed window. When he turned there on his desk someone was sitting on his chair. The intruder had flowing golden hair and shining blue eyes, milk white skin and he was dressed from head to toe in black. Black combat boots, black dress pants , black button shirt and a black trench coat. the intruder simply smiled at Ritchie as he remain frozen in his position. And in a blink of an eye the intruder jump from the leather chair to right in front of Ritchie. The intruder clearly a male smiled as he stud in front of Ritchie.

"You are proving more useful every day Timothy, you are moving five steps ahead of me every minute are ya." said Lucifer his voice was a string of echoes and it was also had a certain ringing to it.

"Um….uh….my Lord I had no idea that you, um-"

"You are right, you had no idea. Stop jumping ahead of me, Timothy. Remember we are dealing with a time line here certain things must take place in order for us to fully prepare Danilo’s future and his rise to power. And you and the bloody Russian are both proving to be more of a nonsense than I thought you were. Mock my words try and pull another like you did on the United Nations and I will take my wrath on you."

"Lord, I only work for you and for you. All I did was to remove a threat in the process."
"A threat? What are you talking about?"

"Well, O’Neil is one of our many member of the Order, but he is not devout. And You for sure know that."

"I do. But why did you removed him from where I placed him?"

"Most High, we, myself and Bogdan Gleb-"

"Oh yes…Bogdan. I will deal with him later. He will not make a move on the Vessel nor on the Voice until I commence the signs. Then you shall interfering with the life of the Vessel and the life of the Voice. "

"Yes my Lord. But we did what we did on O’Neil because he was not allowing the changes to take place. And we felt as your children to remove his existence out of the place of power and allow someone with far more understanding to who is in charge of the game here-"

"You and Gleb."

"-to continue with the already in motion plans."

Lucifer locked eyes with Ritchie and looked into his mind and knew he was not lying.

"Don’t play your silly games with me, understood. I will be watching."

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Lucifer was a cunning one. He knew that almost every single being in existence knew that. And he wasn’t going to hide it from no one. He knew there was nothing no one can do to stop his plans, well there is One.

As Lucifer made his way around the streets of London he noticed something most humans will be too blind to see. Another angel, but this one was not low rank angel this was a top angle. And one of the most famous ones. Gabriel. Gabriel stud silently and motionless on top of a car hunch and looking at his hands as the falling London rain hit them. His hazel longish hair and glowing blue eyes was one of the many beautiful things this angel had. He wasn’t in his official heavenly uniform, he was dressed rather casual. A light gray turtle neck shirt, gray pants, black shoes and a grayish trench coat. His hair was being hold back in a pony tail. Lucifer smiled and walked over to him. And started to laugh.

"Since when you come down here for visits?" said Lucifer resting against the wall.

Gabriel slowly and in a inhuman move raise his gazed to look at Lucifer. When he made eye contact he smiled and nodded.

"So, you are now a angel of few words?"

Gabriel laugh. "You know you were a smart ass in the begging in you are a smart ass now. What were you doing there Lucifer?"

"None of your business, Gabriel. What I do in my time is my own damn business."

Gabriel smiled. "You know the time is coming and we don’t know when it is but I know is soon to come."

"Yes the day of reckoning when the rightful children will go up to heaven and earth will be given to me."

Gabriel facial expression turned serious very serious he glowing eyes stop glowing and became entirely a white ball. Then he stud and with a fast move floated his way down to the ground. Once his feet touched the sidewalk he walk over to Lucifer and rested his back on the wall.

"You know in one point in time I envied you, you did something most of us will never do. But when I learned that it was your destiny I did not bother about it. Lucifer I hope you know what you are doing and the future you are creating for this child. The Lord of lords and the King of kings will never want to see his children suffer, and this child is innocent. You know that all to well."

Lucifer’s eyes went also white and he looked down at the ground and stud there silent.

"What are you really here for, Gabriel?" said Lucifer in a echoing tone.

"I am here to do what I did for the mother of our true Lord those two thousand years ago. I am here to announce to the Chosen Vessel whose child she is carrying within her and the fate she must face. And that God loves her and she should give herself to him."

"You know that if she does accept Jesus, it will only make the pregnancy worse. Not only will it be a human pregnancy but it will also turned into a spiritual one and her spiritual eyes will open up and she will see things no human needs to see."

"Lucifer, if she accepts or not that will not stop her visions and the many thing she will come across during these nine moths ahead of her life. She is in a spiritual battle and her soul is on the line and you know that."

Gabriel slowly began to walk down the street. Lucifer ’s eyes turned back to his bluish color. As the rain kept falling down from the heavens Lucifer looked up to the sky and wonder the many why’s in what he was doing. Then he slowly began to raise himself from the ground until he found himself on top of the roof of the building.

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Lviv, Ukraine.

Natalka heard the door bell of her penthouse ring and she went to answer it. She looked through the pep hole and saw a rather handsome young man with hazel curly hair and blue eyes. He looked like a salesman. But he did not had anything around him to sale. Natalka slowly open the door, the young man greeted her with a smiled. He asked her in a kind of broken Ukrainian if she spoke English, Natalka smiled and nodded.

"Good, I am truly sorry for not communicating myself to you in you native language is just I, well, did not picked it up fast in missionary school."

"Do not worry about it, come in please."

She offered him a drink and he denied. The young man introduced himself as Gabriel, he was a missionary sent to the Ukraine from the U.S.A. and had being living in Lviv for a few weeks now and he began to do his work this day after a few classes in the local university to improve his Ukrainian. He said he came to Ukraine after God told him to go there and delivered a very important message to a woman. And he thought he was narrowing in on her. So while he was there he spoke to her about God. But then he stop speaking to her about Jesus and his message of love and peace, closed his bible And began to quote different verses referring to the Antichrist.

"Let no one in any way deceive you, for it will not come unless the apostasy comes first, and the man of lawlessness is revealed, the son of destruction, who opposes and exalts himself above every so-called god or object of worship, so that he takes his seat in the temple of God, displaying himself as being God. Do you not remember that while I was still with you, I was telling you these things? And you know what restrains him now, so that in his time he will be revealed. For the mystery of lawlessness is already at work; only he who now restrains will do so until he is taken out of the way. Then the lawless one will revealed whom the Lord will slay with the breath of His mouth and bring to an end by the appearance of His coming." said Gabriel looking deep into her eyes.

"Um…that’s interesting but , Gabriel. What does that mean? What are you trying to talk to me about?" said Natalka smiling at him.

Gabriel looked at her with such compassion that she could not take her eyes off him.

"Natalka, what I am about to tell you may sound like something totally out of this world and out of reality. But…" he took a deep breath and continued. "I am an angel. Actually I am the angel Gabriel the one that announced to Mary that she was going to be a mother of the Messiah. I am on of the highest angel in the choir. I am the one that will tell the Chosen Vessel who’s child she is carrying."

"What are you talking about?"

"Natalka you are going to be the mother of the Antichrist. The man whom you slept with was Satan, Lucifer in the flesh. You are going to-"

"Shut up and leave!"

"NO! I have come to warn you, your soul is in grave danger your soul is in jeopardy the life of this child is also in jeopardy. Natalka listen to me I am the angel Gabriel the Messenger. And my message is of great warning to your soul and life. Please you must listen to me, Natalka. You must prepared your soul for the pregnancy and the life you will have from the moment the second month occurred, the child is dead within your womb but it will soon take life. You must be ready for what is there to come. Your life-"

Then in those moments Natalka stud and ran outside the penthouse and began to run across the street heading straight into traffic. In her mind the only thought was of death, her death. From inside the apartment building, Gabriel in his angelic form came flying from the window and flew directly towards her. Gabriel’s six foot tall wings expanded from side to side and flew with massive speed to gather her in her arm. In one fast moved he picked up Natalka and flew her to the top of a cathedral.

Once there the sky went from sunny to dark. The day went to total darkness. And empty feeling was clearly felt. Natalka rested her body on top of the roof of the ancient cathedral. Slowly but slowly as she looked all around her she saw more angels. She could clearly make out who was Gabriel but there were others who she have never met before in her life. But Gabriel looked different he taken a more like child like form. His hair was loose and bright curls were shining his uniform a white tunic on top a silver armor with several golden leaves laced in it. All of the angels seem to have the same uniform some had more golden leaves, some had little ones, one had blue lines on his tunic, apart from Gabriel who had red lines. They all spoke without even opening there mouths, they spoke directly into her mind and her heart. But then one angel was more different he was dressed in a black tunic and in the bottom it looked as if the bottom of the tunic was burned. His golden hair was loosed and was straight. The white in his eyes told a story of great tragedy and pain. His finger nails were long and black in tone. But his wings were not only simple white wings but they also had golden feathers in them. As a belt he had a golden rope. Even thou his tunic was black and looked burn it had a certain beauty to it as if it was hand made. If view up close one could see the immense detail is in their. It became clear to Natalka who this angel was. Lucifer. He stud in the back of them on top of the cross, they all had the same style of shoes, which looked like boot like sandals. All of the angel had the same look baby like faces smooth and shining. But Lucifer’s face was different his appearance was the most striking and the most beautiful of all of them. He was white as marble stone and he looked like a Botticelli angel. No wonder they said he was the most beautiful angel of all cause he is.

They all looked at her in a silent state. All of the angels did not stand not moved from the position in which they were. Only Gabriel and another next to him stood and began to walk to him. It was clear that this angel was Michael. ’Cause on his side he was a sword a golden and silver with several jewels on it. Once before her Gabriel and Michael help her stand and turned their sight to Lucifer. Whom slowly and in a phantom like walk began to go towards her. His eyes burned right deep into her soul.

Natalka stud and began to swing at him, with each punch tears began to come down her face. She scream and scream over and over from the top of her lungs how much she hated him and that she wanted to kill him and make him pay for what she did to her. But each time she try to hit him it was as if her hands went right through him. She felt each time her hands went through her as is she hit an icy field of cold air. Then she began to hear voice all around her, it was clearly Michael and Gabriel began to speak to her mind.

"You are in a dangerous position, Chosen Vessel."

Then Lucifer broke that mental speaking by speaking through his mouth his voice was a series of inner echoes. Normally echoes are heard to the outside but the way angels speak is in a series of inner of echoes.

"STOP! Enough with that mental speaking trick of yours speak to her in a human form stop scaring her!" said Lucifer.

"Well, well, well, you do have feeling for this mortal." said Michael.

"Silence Michael! Gabriel what are you trying to prove to her?"

"Tell her, Lucifer! Tell her the truth from your own words!" said Gabriel.

Lucifer knelt in front of Natalka and looked into her eyes and slowly he began to explain to her everything she needs to know and everything she didn’t wanted to know.

"I am the one who is called the Morning Star. I am Lucifer the fallen one. I am the one who tempted Eve into eating the fruit, I tempted Jesus three time in the desert. I am the one who took everything from Job. I am the father of your child, my child. The One who will rule the earth for seven years and will be praise all over the world and will be known as a god amongst men. He will be the salvation to the world! And you are going to be the mother of the Antichrist. The Beast whom John the revelator speaks of. I am the one who will fall from the heavens and will enter the body of the Antichrist and I will rule the world from the last half of the seven years.

And you are chosen by my hand to bear within you womb the child who will fear throughout the world."

Natalka began to wept in the floor as Lucifer finished speaking. She rocked in the floor and a child, she sob like crazy. Gabriel looked at her with such compassion and love that she jump into his arms and wept their. She felt safe in his arms. Lucifer slowly returned back to his place. But as Lucifer left, Natalka turn her gazed back to him and she began to swear at him.

"Is that helping you, ’cause is not hurting me but what ever makes you feel good." said Lucifer.

"I don’t want this! Take it out off of me now, you soulless creature from the abyss. I hate you! I HATE YOU! Drop dead asshole!" said Natalka spitting at him.

Lucifer started to laugh. And jump right on top of the cross and looked at her. Gabriel and Michael took her in his arms and slowly placed her on the ground comforting her. He placed on her a red shroud to keep her arm. Then

Vampire

Oh Lord of lords and King of kings, grant this damned soul entry to your divine house for in your presence I wish to live. My faith it is all I have now. After centuries of living it is all I have left within me all that I hold dear to my heart and soul, all I can call my own. My name is Amadeus, not to be confuse with the famous composer Wolfgang Amadeus. I am still alive even after centuries of enduring the most horrible of times and the most difficult of moments. And how can this be? It is simple really, I am a vampire. During my time it was known as a Night Demon, later to Blood Demon, then in the early 10^th century to the late 17^th century we were calling ourselves, Night Walkers. It was around the 18^th century when we were being officially called Vampires. But I don’t call myself that. I maybe a powerful and immortal being, but I am damned. And I know it, I feel it in my bones even in my beating heart. Yes it still beats. Even though after centuries of living.

I was born on December 15^th 895 A.C. in the country side of Naples. My father had a very productive wine vineyard, my mother was a dedicated poet. I had a few younger siblings, most were girls. I only had two brothers. Giovanni and Pietro. I was the oldest, I was seventeen when I died. A mortal and physical. I was devout catholic child, I almost lived in church. My plans since I was ten years old was to become a Monk. And live out my life inside the walls of a beautiful monastery in the hills of Naples. But those plans changed. I was walking on a road back home from the village church when I began to see the smoke rising from the far east. The fire was coming from my home and I knew people were inside! My family were inside. I ran with all my force to the road that leaded to my family estate, the fire was like it was coming out of the gates of hell itself. On the road itself were tracks of horse, they seem to be hundreds of them. My family had many enemies on Naples, the Turrini family were the biggest enemies we had. They were a horse breading family that lived about five minutes away from my home. It was clear to me that they did it.

When I made it to the house, I saw my horror all of them, dead. Murder. Their lifeless bodies laid on the dirt and rock filled road. My mother’s roses were burned, the wild flowers that surrounded the entrance gates were all burned, everything was burned. My youngest brothers laid next to each other dead. And so were my sisters, but not one. The second oldest. Atia was missing, she was only sixteen and already began to take shape of a woman. I knew in my heart that they must have taken her. God only knew what they might be doing to her delicate self. I was never a violent person, nor am I now. But in those moments I mounted one of my fathers horses and with a sword in hand and I raced to the Turrini estate to avenge my family. In my mind the thoughts of my families bodies rotting away in the Italian summer burned into my thoughts and mind, and still hunts me to this day. When I saw the stone statues of stallions I knew I was getting close to those bastards home, but before I ever made it to the entrance road something stopped me.

I was in the floor before long my head smashed hard and fast into the ground. I heard footsteps coming towards me, then pain a lot of pain all over my body. I was being beating. Several times by the feet of those men, kicking and punching me. Into I was left in darkness.

When I finally awoke, I was no longer in the country side of Naples. I was in the city itself. Thrown in the streets. My clothing blood stained, my bronze like hair was entirely stained with blood and it smelled of it too. My body soar and ached all over it was so dreadful to walk. It was night time the summer nights were so different back then than they are now, stars so many of them. I walked those dark and empty streets feeling the pain in my body take over me. I walked for what seems hours looking for a place of rest, a church or a monastery something that will bring peace to my already dead soul. And I thought I found it, I felt that in my hear I found the place to rest my head for the night and spent my life. The place was enormous it look centuries old. It reminded me of the monasteries of Rome when I saw them as a child. I knocked on the door as hard as I could, but when the doors began to open I lost my inner fight and a gave in and I fell to the darkness of my inner self once more.

When I finally did awoke I felt different my body was being attended to, wrapped and it was healing. I knew that these monks were going to be my new family, but when I saw who came in I knew I did not landed on the doors of a monastery of any sort. The one who came through look to be around his early forties of late thirties. He was tall, muscular but not overly too muscular, unlike the men of the 21^st century. He had short roman hair style, it looked to be a ash kind of tone. His eye impress me the most they were violet, but they looked like glass so bright and beautiful. But his skin, his skin sent shivers through my spine, his skin was bleached bone entirely white. He had a warm and kind smile on his thin lips, he looked please that I finally awoke.

Oh Lord allow me this eternal servant a chance to drink of that cup for the forgiveness of my immortal curse and sin. For I separated from you and that is my eternal damnation for I wish to dwell with you. Oh Lord hear me…

Time passed and I stayed in the home of Tulio. I became a well gifted painter under his care. And in one evening he came to me and spoke of something I never in my life believed could even exist.

Hearing those words in my mind came images of him drinking the blood, seeing the passing of time, all the thing of which he spoke off. I grew a great fear in my heart that he knew, he knew very well.

With that he took me, he slowly and gently tilted my head to my side exposing my pale white neck. He kissed it, and slowly began to puncture it with his fangs. The pain at first was so horrible it was so much for me to handle, but then it turn to something slightly erotic. Then when I felt so weak and almost lost in the moment he stopped. He took me and placed me close to his throat and made a simple cut into his throat and I began to drink. That liquid burned like hell fire, then it felt powering and exiting, it gave me strength and so much power. He realized me before I took his last drop and killed him. Then pain, more powerful and deadly pain, it irrupted out of my core and it shook me all over. I shook and rock in the floor, I was dying physically. From my bowls organs and feces came out. That both burned and soiled my clothing. I could not handle it anymore. But as the pain began to escalate in even higher form it stopped. And I emerge a new.

Tulio helped me out off my soiled clothing and help me into new ones. When I got sight of my self in the mirror I entirely could not believe who I was looking at. My bronze hair got thicker shinier and the color got brighter the waves it created had a grace like to it. My once blue eyes, gotten even brighter and they were shinning. My skin was different paler and it was smoothed and glowing almost. I open my mouth and my teeth had turned bright pearly white, and their four sets of fangs have grown. But something new was added my nails have grown a bit and they were whiter, almost translucent.

Cosimo de’ Medici was in full power of Florence, the city was a true wonder and a beauty. Tulio and I moved here around 1296, keeping to ourselves we lived a fairly common and good life. I discovered more and more powers that I never knew I could achieve in my life. I could read minds, play with minds, manipulate object, move object, brake object, set objects on fire. But my favorite of all of them was the flying. I could take to the sky in less than a second and soar through it faster than any bird. One night while I was walking the streets of Florence I discovered a new gift. On that night it was raining and windy, I was on one of my nightly strolls something I did a lot and enjoyed. As I made it to the palace of Cosimo himself I saw something that capture my attention something standing in the highest tower. The figure was that of a human it wasn’t moving it remain still and motionless looking at me. I tried to read its mind, but I couldn’t pick up anything. I tried to see into his mind and I saw shadows of nothingness. Then the figured move and it appeared right next to me. He was tall, and handsome. Like today’s model or movie stars, that beautiful he was. He didn’t spoke or anything he just looked at me. His eyes were so strange they were glowing bright sky blue. His hairs was snow white and long reaching his shoulders. His skin was not as bleached but it was a creamy pale.

He remain their for what seems ages then he walked away. I kept my eyes on him for a while until I could no longer see him. When I returned to Tulio I told him of what I saw. He force me to detail the other man all the way down to his fingernails.

My eyes shot open and I nearly fell to the floor, I could not believe it. I met Satan, he did not look like anything I ever in my life had ever imagine he was purely good looking and handsome. Not a monster at all.

After centuries of constant moving places, Tulio promised me that we were finally found a place to set our life, in Narbonne in France. I enjoyed the small home we had, it wasn’t like the villa we had in Sicily or the manor in Turin, but it was home. But the peace and happiness of that place did not lasted long. One night while I was out on another of my nightly strolls the demons from my past came back to hunt me, my home with Tulio was being attacked and I knew all to well that Tulio was inside. I knew that he would come out that he must he wouldn’t leave me alone. He would join me here admiring the flames. He would come out. But he didn’t no matter how much I waited he didn’t come out. When I looked behind me a saw over ten others dressed in rags from the dead. Vampires they called themselves. They were like me and Tulio but they were of the dead servants of Lucifer they claimed.

I did not know what to do, I looked at the burning house and I looked at those crazed vampires. And I knew what I had to do instantly. With my strength set in place and concentrating as hard as I could, in one single moment I took to the sky and I flew fast. I had no one to go to no one to call a home with, my beloved Tulio was gone and I was alone. Alone again…alone…eternity has not being what I thought it was going to be, now that I lost my friend and companion. I began to land in a place I haven’t set afoot on since the 10^th century. Naples. I return to my birth place. I could feel the rays of the sun on the rise, so with my fast and inhuman speed I made a home in a abandon and old monastery. In their I locked myself and in their I saw the pass of time….

I write these things not for pride nor to show the world of my existence I write these things in order to keep my soul alive to remember to myself who I am. To remember that I am Amadeus Lipolino born out of a women on a cold December 15^th 895 A.C. I must remember that. Even though my faith is still with me. At times I forget that even God could be with me and exist. Even though I have seeing Lucifer and many other angels and demons I still hold a doubt in my heart. My faith is all I have. I am a Night Walker. I am Amadeus. I was once mortal I am no longer one. I write to remember I write to keep those memories alive in me and keep me remembering of them.

Tulio is gone a will never come again. I live alone on the same old monastery since 1700. The place had change it no longer feels the same the cold walls may tell some different tale, but I know my own tale. Oh God hear your eternal damned servant please grant me pardon and entrance to your eternal kingdom. Oh Lord hear me….hear me.

The Vampire

By: Jose A. Maldonado.

Directly from Paris, France.

This is directed to a certain person, and I dont care if it hurst you or not...

To: The Girl who had once hair like the sun...(You know who you are.)

From: The boy you left behind...

How can you expect to continue to be in my life, when in reality you are not there anymore. Since you moved away from this place to the place where everything is Bigger you have changed with all of us and you said things have not. BUT THEY HAVE. You are to blind to see the reality of the matter and the fact that things are different now. You are no longer there, no longer the friend I once had in my heart and life. You have abandon me, and I hate you for it. Tears run out of my eyes cause of it. You were the first to know of me and of my secret. You were so special to me,dreaming of a journy in life together but you changed ith with a lame excuse and left me to fend for myself. WHY?! How you think I care for you now? WHY THE FUCK YOU CALL ME YOUR FRIEND WHEN YOU ARE NOT ACTING LIKE ONE? Stranger to me you are now. You and that DAMN FUCKING BOYFRIEND OF YOURS! I dont care if it hurts you or not, I am pissed angry at you, you broke my heart and left me. You have never beeing there for me, not anymore, you are never checking on me. I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!!!!!!! I'm so much hurt and angry at you and there's no way you can fix it or anything. Bitch, insult me all you want, threat me even. I dont care...Not anymore.

~Jose...

Today was heaven. i felt something so blissful and OMG fucking awsome. but why did i do that? i mean i cant understand it was a simple dare, but the emotional impacations that it made me felt, i dont know how stupid i can be. i never expected to feel so great about it. i fucking felt great. FUCKING GREAT!!!! >.< but, in the end when i gazed upon those eyes who were with me i saw nothing, a blank miror. my heart stoped whant kept me alive was a brain it had to be it. nothing else could have done it. i didnt felt anything i was dead for two hours lock inside me head thinking and thinking hoping that what happend was a dream a mere fantazy of my over active mind a mind that HAS NO FUCKING CONTROL OVER WHAT IT DOES. but no it really happen and i felt it, i felt anothers lips upon mines. and it was heaven. but a heaven that had not return feeling...

~Without wax.

 Jose A.