Ok here we go again, this time PLEASE try to stick to the basic story. No acid trips and dreams to change the reality, lets make this one coherant.
It was a dark and stormy night, as the towns foke gathered in the inn, lightning crashed over the castle that was his lair. The creature wiped his mouth on the body of his victom, the fresh blood runing through his vains like fire. He felt fresh and renued as he looked down at the limp form at his feet. She had been a peasent, nothing more, existing only to feed his unholly thurst. They all were that, the day walkers, they only existed for him to feed apon. He dismised them from his mind, the scavanges who hid in the castle would despose of her. He looked out over the village as a lightning strike exposed it in the bright light, leaving an after-image burned into what was left of his mind. He was down there, the creature could feel him. He would be helping THEM, but it matted not. This time he wouldn't walk away..........
It was a dark and stormy night, as the towns foke gathered in the inn, lightning crashed over the castle that was his lair. The creature wiped his mouth on the body of his victom, the fresh blood runing through his vains like fire. He felt fresh and renued as he looked down at the limp form at his feet. She had been a peasent, nothing more, existing only to feed his unholly thurst. They all were that, the day walkers, they only existed for him to feed apon. He dismised them from his mind, the scavanges who hid in the castle would despose of her. He looked out over the village as a lightning strike exposed it in the bright light, leaving an after-image burned into what was left of his mind. He was down there, the creature could feel him. He would be helping THEM, but it matted not. This time he wouldn't walk away..........
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