Vampyro Lectora's Stories

Jack White- Discovery

2007-07-14T02:37:45Z

“Hm, slow poke.” He said with a cold look on his face. He walked out of the tool shed with and ax over his shoulder. He walked into the house and looked around. He trapsed around with the casuality of a grocery shopper. He didn’t know what he was even looking for but the house drew him to search. As he was going upstairs someone walked in. “Dad I’m ho-” The ax which had been over Jack’s shoulder not two seconds ago was now sqaurely in the face of this man.”Young male possibly early 20s what a sha-.” Jack stood frozen over the body and saw what was around the man’s neck. A jeweled cross seemingly dipped in blood. It had an aura around it that left Jack stunned. He reached out for it as he bent over their was a shrill so loud it pierced his ears. THE DOOR WAS WIDE OPEN ! In what felt like a few seconds the house was surronded by cops and swat vans. Jack fled with his quick reflexes but left behind the cross. He was on the run again but this time he knew what his target was. He would find and acquire that cross.

Jack White- Escape

2007-07-14T01:46:45Z

The light was bright. The humming of the helicopter as fast as the beating heart within him. His look almost completely calm. Dovens of cars baring down on him and two helicopters not 50 feet above him. His thoughts were: “I’ve never been in the spotlight before.” Outrunning the cars into suburbia he seemed to know his and the cops’ every move well before it was made. Hurdling fences like a true Olympian he had the same calm look now almost taunting the police. Then with a smirk and a wink he seemed to disappear. Now everything was dark. He slowed down but still was going pretty fast climbing fence after fence. Then he came to a house and a yard. It seemed familiar. He had to go in. He was almost drawn to it like a moth to light yet still conscious. He simply broke the handle off and walked in. He hadn’t relized it really until he saw the man who owned the house. He strangely fled.

Jack White- Harvest

2007-06-30T15:27:59Z

The farm was a generally quiet place. Pretty good show. Cuts out the middle man and sells direct to the stores. Fruits, vegetables, meat. You name it. Meat. The farm had its own slaughterhouse. It used to be a family farm now only two of the family were left. Father and son, both had a sun glazed tan from working hard. Then there were the hired workers, who might as well been strangers. They ate there slept there and got paid. But the family didn’t talk to them much outside of work. Then on a cold autumn night. The workers betrayed the father and killed him in the slaughterhouse. They did this in front of his son. The workers drove off with all the money. The boy had known the ways of the slaughterhouse. But he did not know how horrible it could be. He stayed there for so long in the slaughterhouse. Killing. Only selling meat. But he only went out at night. He became very pale and he changed his name. Then he found the workers in a bar one night. He was the only one that night that didn’t leave in a body bag.

Jack White- Awakening

2007-06-30T14:53:55Z

The nights are beautiful in the city of Mountain Crest. The wind, warm or chilled, would caress your skin. Then everything changed that fateful night. 23 people were found dead and strewn all over the park. Killed in an assortment of ways. Ways news reporters could not bear to describe. The police had never seen anything like this. They had seen their fair share of murder but never in such large numbers and mysterious ways. Every night for the next 3 weeks someone was killed. Rarely was it ever just 1 person. Then one night they got him. He had been carrying a golf club, but his victims were all stabbed that night. Good aliby. But they got him. 5 dead cops and 6 severely wounded but they got him. His face was everywhere now. They took him to jail. His cellmate didn’t last long. Commited “suicide”. No one had the slightest clue. That this man was a ticking time bomb. And when the night came he “blew up” everything went a muck. Leaving a mile of death in his wake. No one safe now. For Jack White had escaped.

Jack White- Serial Killer

2007-06-30T06:06:30Z

“I could kill you with anything in this room.” He said this as coldly as if he said it he looked right through me. But he saw me. The cramped and damp tool shed was not very big. There was a single aisle. Then there were the tools. I stood between him and the exit. This murdered whose face had been on TV so many times he was a household name. His white skin almost made him seem dead. His five o’ clock shadow on that pale white skin was eery in this light. Then again Santa would look creepy in this situation. I don’t know what possessed me to chase this man into my tool shed. But in retrospect it was a poor decision. Now I had to make my decision. I could get out of his way let him free. Then when I hear about another murder I’ll blame myself. Or I could take my chances with a murderer with an armory around him. I took my chance. I caused a small avalanche of tools on him. Then I picked up my chainsaw and ripped. I didn’t hear much of what he said. All I knew he got my chainsaw into my leg. Sneaky bastard.

The Abandoned Four Walls

2007-06-30T05:45:27Z

“Look at the colors.” Thats what the boy said to his mother. “I love the July 4th” he said. “There like drawings in the sky. Some red some blue some purple. Every color you can imagine. Some make noise others are quieter. I wish I could draw on the sky.” From that day on this boy drew on his blue wall. Day after day after day. Each day the drawings got bigger and bigger. Until when he was about 6 years old. Just going into kindergarten. His walls were a magnificant collage of colors. Symetrical yet different. A masterpiece worthy of The Leuve. But this boy grew up. And as he grew up he moved into the basement. He became a bagboy. He forgot his once artistic ways. Then in his high school years. He came and went. Seldom stayed. Then he went off to college. Became a big city lawyer. Years passed,mom still owned the house. Then one day he broke his leg. He went back to his mom’s house. He stayed in the room which was once his to call home. And for those six weeks he was reminded of his artistry.And he loved it.

Animal Aura

2007-06-29T06:50:13Z

The man was a simple one. Was average on a normal basis. His name was Chris and he got a gift. Chris at a young age fell into a pit at the zoo. Pretty stupid of Chris. This was the lion pit. And guess where Chris fell? Yes, he fell into the chow of the lions. Then he came face-to-face with the leader of the pride. When there eyes met Chris became a new man. He could now the animal inside people. He saw a person’s inner animal. How he got out of the pit is not to be said. It has something to do with a female zookeeper some rope and a lot of Jack Daniels. Chris relized this pretty soon. He could now see what a person was reallly like. His best friend a bear. His boss a duck. His Mother a cow and Father hawk. What he always wondered, what was his animal? He would look in the mirror and simply see himself. This plagued him for many years. It soon drove him insane. His desire to know what his animal was became greater and greater with every person he saw. His madness became so great he jumped through his mirror.

Human Element

2007-06-29T06:26:58Z

Fire. One of man’s greatest discoveries. Yet it has been one of our greatest downfalls. Strange I really enjoyed fire before the house fire. You would think a firefighter would be the least likely guy in the world to have his house burn down. Guess thats what happens when you have a vengeful ex-wife. She came round back and I didn’t see it coming. One minute she’s in my backyard and were having a drink. The next the back of my head is killing me and I’m in a hell on earth. Lucky I escaped. I haven’t heard any word on the whereabouts of my ex. Frankly, I don’t even care. Hating her and seeking revenge won’t return what I’ve lost. Which is basically everything except, my beat up 92’ Explorer and everything in there. My tools,some food,and water. Water. Life-giving. Not giving me much. Wish I had some of the stuff when I was back in my house. Fire. Water. Great stuff.

The Track of Life

2007-06-28T19:04:14Z

Like any other day I was on the run. I seen more action then the boys in Iraq. And I’m only 17. Running down Dalton Ave. has become everyday occurrence now. Whether its from the The Pack or the police is another story. Theres an ongoing war between The Pack and The Hive. My older brother was a Hive member thats the only reason I’m one probably. I might not have chosen to become part of it but I definately do my share. Thats why I’m always running. Guess its a good thing I’m fast otherwise I’d probably be roadkill. This time me and my boys were gonna get this guy that ruffed up a store owner friend of ours. But what we didnt relize his apartment building was pretty crowded. And when I say crowded I mean over flowing with Pack. So we busted in ready to smash in this guys head and they start shooting. We just ran we didn’t know where or anything but we was running. I made it all the way to the intersection of Dalton and Frayner. Probably the farthest I ever run. But if you heard that shooting you woulda ran to.

The Longest Road

2007-06-27T16:30:36Z

Pound pound pound. My heart is racing. Running down the sun blazed road of Ramadi, Iraq. My squad has been seperated from our unit. We took heavy small arms fire causing us to take cover in a small two-floor house. Upon repressing the insurgents we saught to return to our unit. Over the com we had found out they had moved out and down the street. This is where my story began. We’re almost certain the insurgents have set up an ambush for us. But we must follow our unit. Without the unit we don’t make it. We move house to house. Then we hear the shots. All hell broke loose. An RPG hit the wall above us. We get out of the way only to be met with AK-47 and RPK fire. Our pointman Jackson is hit in his left leg. Reputer and Trueter help him up while I provide security. I fire my rifle several times at several different targets. Each hits its mark. One shot One kill.