Jay
The word factory has to apologize for the long waiting time for new products Word - The decision of a manager to divide continues to Vampire assembly line work, led to some unforeseen and extremely unfavorable events. As compensation to you here the life story of one of our vampiric words lining up interns, the final destruction by his addiction to lofty monologues, a long but ultimately satisfying and successful endeavor was (which, ultimately, the extent that we would therefore like to point out one thing, admittedly Kafkaesque declares, even our educated to the maximum word compatibility Special unit is owned by a finite amount of patience). The machines, however, be free in this moment of all crusted blood residue, a resumption of the word seems to production in the near view.
Thank you for your understanding.
... who has always said that life is one big party, belongs on unpleasant mutilated, burned, quartered, killed and then fucked. If he were still alive since. Which I doubt were, after the saying it was 100 years old already. Old enough, at least, that some sadist gave it to me at some point told me, and I'm still idiot fell for it. But what I'd
to make. Germany lay in ruins, and my family's fault. Permit, Jay Koch, a so-called child of the moon and a former son of an engineer who has developed at that time for Hitler weapons. No wonder my parents were not regarded as real more than anything was over and over, and no wonder that my parents in their self-imposed exile, only one could think of to market their boredom: how the rabbits. Life is ultimately a single party.
Sun grew on you So, Daddy was never there before and just babbles something about "economic miracle", if he gets even got to see, Mommy somehow tried (unsuccessfully) to cope with our five stupid brats bratz term, and it has everything irritated somehow. Fortunately, it was then published some time teenagers, Daddy has now reached it, build a group of very considerable size, and that meant at least one thing: drunkenness. Yes, with 14
came three years later, the women, the wild parties of the sixties and all that stuff to me and really it was from then on a shit what's happening in the life around me. I had found my "luck" or something. More and more squandering money, always more, always more colorful, louder, more abgefahrenere drugs (if I had known what would go alone ten years later ...), and more women, and at some point (since I was 20 or early above) was even boring, so were sometimes hastily tried the remaining 45% of humanity ...
... what my life, uh, changed. I got to know persons as types, no idea what his name was, was not matter, but again the guy was damn crass. Out of Control, a stupid action was taken to the next when it was going to party every night somewhere - I was in heaven, have finally found a companion piece to me was not so shit alone in the universe. For weeks, we moved through the area, have the wildest things done until I suddenly once asked, "Do you know what is so awesome?" Poured his drink to me, and started the stuff (whatever that was it) runterzulecken of me. Zugedrogt and horny like me anyway, I've been through, we have the middle of the bar as shown snogs wild and aneinenander rumgefingert, everything turned, was new, cool, the music disappeared, only he and I, his hand on my neck, she pressed on, put on me, forced me to my feet, pulled me into the bathroom, threw me on the pool, he sat on me, before his hand in my crotch, his lips on my neck, kissing, puffing require a stabbing pain, ecstasy, no idea, the taste of blood in my mouth, the lights went out, end, dead matter.
"Hihi, FONG times that makes nothing at all! "
What the hell. The lights went on again, more and more glaring, ate into my retina, the hum of fluorescent lights was loud, unbearable, as it were a train, I would immediately run over, dripping of the faucet as rocks, one after the other burst on my head, and otherwise? Silence.
Was not there just a child's voice? Where was I anyway? Jay, come clear. What's going on? Come down. See clearly. Before me, then, is this other guy I've ever seen. Lying on the floor, his throat torn out of power, all full of blood. Dead, so looks like this. So far, so good. I stand next to it and ... compete against this guy? I laugh? Damn, what am I doing here? Who am I? Why do I see myself as in a movie? And why did I run off now? And ... oh my God ... This visage in the mirror, from top to bottom eingesudelt with blood, grinning ... I am! This is me, the ... laugh? The laughs like a little ... Moment ... this child's voice from just ... a. .. that was me? Am I just that? What was ever wrong? I just want to scream. Try
it, I hear the cry in my mind, but nothing. Come on, somehow. Concentrate. SCREAM!
It was not a very nice cry. Blood rushed from my mouth, it sounded more like the gurgling when a middle of a Torture is given something to drink ... but I was back. I think. I was back I could move me to finally take a deep breath. I thought, but somehow I was not breathing. That's it. That was what was just the drilling of the silence ... where's my breath? Where the nerve-throbbing pulse of the shock is gone, you can hear in such quiet moments forever? Why is everything so quiet, so cold, so ... dead? I just wanted to get out. Found a window, opened it, jumped out and ran. Ran as fast as I could through the night, accompanied only by my fear and the wailing child in my head, I held up all the time things like "that was mean!".
was something I picked up later. Irgendson Three troop of people came specifically to me, they grabbed me, held me, I wanted to disappear
only, said a "hui quickly ... nice try, boy! ", no idea what that was, they took me in any house, in a windowless room, threw me on a bed, the child said" Good night, Jay, "and the lights to micht around and I went in again.
What should I know the next few weeks, I had never thought possible. You know the details so everyone wants to now were not so nervous, but two important things: This child ... that was me. And I was he. Back when all I have, "John" called, obvious is also so in my passport. I began to regret my mother, I was really shit so annoying and time? And believe me, if one with nasty sonem spoiled brat, which destroys everything that is not riveting, and nailed down, even in the same body to live and continuously about arguing who can now, and who is the Being John Malkovich (hmm) - number must deduct, that is sometimes really stupid.
The other thing was that with these groups. So there are then two kinds of vampires. The one that we were, the Sabbath find horny Vampirsein and have fun. The other, or so Kamarija find Vampirsein totally annoying and so have drawn up rules for which the first six "Do not Fun hot "and run the floor all night with rum in the ass. And make war with us because they can not bear that we have fun. All right, I've understood. Fun I can. War also.
belongings but at least an arms empire in my family, and that I should always call slow times. "Hi Dad, it's me, I am now vampire" would probably not arrive so cool, so I devised a different plan that sounded like fun and war: "Hi Dad, it's me. Take care. I had no desire for you, and now based in South Africa. Sure, I'm doing fine. Yes, the time difference ."... followed a few weeks later, "Hey, I'm at this party but some terrorists know that need stuff. Desire for money? "Simply generate clear, would have been something obvious. It worked though. Half a year later did I "hammer out some way to run to a bigger part of Daddy's illegal business about me, and that out of the stuff I have on behalf of various terrorist organizations shall appoint a maximum of got half their original recipients, was absolutely no problem. The first rule in the illegal arms trade project: There are no questions asked. The second also.
The new life could begin. And as it did. We never stayed long anywhere, you have the Camarilla guys ja definitiv lassen, dass sie das Nicht-Spaßhaben mit absoluter Ernsthaftigkeit verfolgen und uns damit auch. Manchmal konnte man sogar ein Jahr oder zwei in einer “unserer” Städte bleiben, bevor es zu heiß wurde, aber letztendlich wars schon eher ein Nomadenleben. So rudelten wir uns durch die Siebziger, Achtziger, Neunziger, Nuller... Die Welt um uns herum entwickelte sich, alles wurde anders, Musik, Mode, alles neu und doch irgendwo dasselbe, und das einzige stabile blieb die Camarilla mit ihren Stöcken im Hintern, ihren Schwertern, den Kronleuchtern mit Kerzen drin und all dem alten Zeug. Naja, irgendwann wurden sie schon moderner und hatten plötzlich auch Interesse an Waffentechnik aus zumindest dem letzten Jahrhundert.
but I just had no problem with. My last pack had just before scattered to the winds (in vampire form or ash, depending on how good they were in each case), and the good thing about this clan of the moon perfectly tailored to our word, fool freedom. They marched so, just somewhere in any city in such a Camarilla Assembly respects, while a possible stiff gait, finds the so-called "princes", easily recognizable by the slime trails that lead to his person, is entirely submissive before as a guest is still clear that something is befitting gaga (Johann dominated this game perfect, and if I let him do it, can He will mostly me alone the rest of the evening ... mostly .. ), And already no one believes anymore that it is an evil of the Sabbati. And three hours later you were running a deal belieferst them with stuff they use to let your own people to rise up in flames. Life is, as mentioned, a single party. go, especially if the parts that went to them first you fail, suddenly ends up in the moment or to the rear. Happens with goods from the truck fallen before. Chance. Honest.
and then heard the party on slowly and the hangover began. Playing a double game is never easy, especially when one of the two sides will also cheating. It was harder and harder ... Both parties were to battles won a lot of H & K weapons to the other side started it and then to ask questions. Questions that ultimately led all to me. That and the fact that since Daddy's death in Group I slowly took off any more that I am 80 years old now and the shit would still was said to me one thing: thinking. The fat years and the ever-shining very front and being there were probably really over.
So you build a network of these smelly creatures, after which they once named a shampoo - I call it simply "very willing helpers" - and stays in the background. I could trust eh anyone, because everyone else has done it before the error, exactly to do with me ... Whatever. Business was going well (I have never believed that I could something) and I was able to turn to more important matters, namely GENUINE parties. The only pity is that had become somewhat stale and boring. Everything happened before, everything had already tried all the drugs, danced to any music, each blood tasted, one day I caught myself as I went along to any of these girls and they gave John to play. You have to let the little one - I know little five year olds who get their toys so quickly so corrupt.
Sometimes I regret you about this Never be able to enjoy the show ... it simply draws into herself and gets all its senses in the best 3D surround with odor with how an individual is demoted to the object, humiliated, hurt and ultimately totgespielt is. Brain, pieces of meat, the echo of their cries, the sweet taste of fresh blood in the mouth, gurgling laughter of children while on the lips, a rush of endorphins in complete innocence, you have to be down already come very far in his life, if there really is no other kicks More for you. Believe me.
