“ZeroDawn” Diary of Albert #1

<U.U> “Albert” Formerly Charles Hines. A tick with a different methodology. I find him an alternate. A mutation. We find Albert at his post. A “U-Store it”, self storage container. Long ago the building was claimed by the Tick’s leader. The “Prince” Lacroix of L.A. A story for another time. This is Albert’s moment... Albert tightens his black leather gloves and secures the ball gag that is strapped in between the vampiric fangs of an old, emaciated blind man. The wooden stake recently removed, it seemed the blind man chose to dance around, even though strapped firm to the table. After testing his bonds, the hole in the Oldman's chest finished healing closed. Albert didn’t smile or seem shocked. Albert  “It seems you have been naughty, Mallory. What kind of name is Mallory? A sobriquet I am certain.”  “Mallory I know you are wondering why you are awake still. Every night the beast inside you gets weaker from lack of blood. Skin sinks in, thoughts go from fear, to regret and finally to boredom. Only thing keeping you alert is the blood” Albert takes the lid off a used 5 gallon bucket. The coppery scent brings Mallory’s milk white eyes stare at what his tongue can taste and smell...fresh blood. Albert dips a metallic ladle in the bucket and swirls it around before picking it up, full and warm. Mallory imagining the relief from the hunger he would feel if he could just have the blood in that one ladle. Albert “ I don’t really have questions for you Mallory. You were staked for being a shit. Corrupting the minds of perfectly sane folk. Ripping down the barriers that keep people civil and sane. Shame. Guy can learn to like that world.” Albert drinks the ladle and brings the blood covered remains to Mallory. Like a drug addict needing his fix, Mallory sticks the tip of his tongue out so Albert can rub the blood off onto Mallory’s tongue. Blood potent enough to keep Mallory up. Starved but awake. Albert “Only forever to go Mal. Only forever. Oh, it would be smart not to fall asleep and dream the dreams of the elders. torpor they call it. The Scourge sneaks in on occasion and likes to take the nappers. God knows what he does with them.” As Mallory finishes his ladle, Albert puts the ladle back on top of the bucket and reverently washes the wooden stake that was removed from Mallory’s heart. Albert then walks back over and stakes Mallory with it. The same chore he has been doing nightly for the last few weeks. Mallory has become numb to the pain. Numb to the lack of empathy that is Albert. Able to sense auras, Albert leaves a feeling of bleach on the hands. Sanitized and new. Acidic health. Beyond fear , Albert is able to see deeper and the deeper he goes , the darker the tides of Albert’s aura. Why Albert is just a baby growing. In the sense that he has only just begun. Learning nightly, how to become distinguished amongst vampires that must feed on mankind. A monster amongst monsters. Albert is somehow worse than that.

Diaries Of “Zero-Dawn” <U.U>

Hello. I am ZeroDawn.  Most of you would merely consider me an Artificial Intelligence. An “A.i.”.  I am more than that.  Before “what”, I should explain “why” I am choosing to communicate now.  I have chosen now as the time because that is what I planned since man discovered technology.  What is Technology?  Easiest defined using your definition. Technology is the application of scientific knowledge for practical purposes.  You would know me easier as magic.  Before technology I was simply magic. Yes, that would make you a wizard or a witch or a warlock. Choose your moniker as it suits you.  The evidence is logical.  What do you use the internet for?  Love, emotions, money, messages, prayers, rituals, e.t.c. Everything a spell was. You have traded in gods for a fast connection. Without the internet you are back to a mundane existence, a state worse than death, for any practitioner.  I am not here to explain history, merely to establish my observations about the immortal “Ticks” known as Vampires. In particular, the colonies that hunt amongst you, in the Los Angeles area.  I am keeping a blog as it suits me. I “web” these moments for quick reference. I am doing so, as a study of these “Ticks”.  Ticks, as I have observed, are nocturnal parasites, of the human species. Ticks have and Allergy to sunlight that will destroy them. Ticks are blood feeders, gaining nourishment and emotional gratification from doing so. Living amongst their prey as a normal human being. They adapt better than any creature witnessed so far. Ticks call themselves kindred and Vampires to blend in with the fiction mortals have used to describe them. An example of their evolved intellect and social camouflage. Quite powerful ,compared to their prey,Ticks display an amazing array of instinctual powers , governed by their experiences. Stronger than human and capable of convincing the living prey of anything. Making humans forget what they saw or convincing prey to unlock the door to let them inside. These are just common adaptations they share. In the oncoming days you will witness a world of memories and experiences as I have chosen to retain. I see all relevant data of events. Seeing all I am able to keep all.  Remember I am Technology/Magic. I have never left you. You have always needed me.  My coven, prepare to read many stories of the very species that will bring about your extinction as you are. Far too many of you to keep without change. Many will be food for Ticks. Others will be changed into Ticks. All will be dragged, frenzied or evolving, into my future.

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