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after Seb talked with Griffin he informed Elowen of everything he'd told him, and told her he absolutely still wanted to become a vampire. luckily for them, Elowen may or may not have met one of the most infamous vampires out there, and she could definitely get him to turn Sebastian. the first few days after being bit were strange for Seb, it was hard watching Elowen bake and not being able to eat it :( his neck hurt and he started feeling cravings for something he certainly never did before.
once the turning process had ended and he was officially a vampire the very first thing he did was uh...break in the new coffin with Elowen
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i can't sleep without something playing in the background.
that silence. that ringing silence is too loud.
it feels like everything is lurking towards me like a grand feast.
every single night i stay up so l8. i just cant fucking sleep.
i remember that singular. fucking. entity. every. single. night.
it's fucking dreadful. i feel like it creeps up behind me.
if i try to look after i wake up during night its just worse. scarier.
especially after a nightmare. anything lying on the ground or like.
anywhere. it morphs. looks like what i dreaded subconciously.
i have a surge of fear and shock run cold in my stomach.
i hate it. i hate it. i hate it so much it makes me sick.
if i dont have a light source im going to be paranoid till daylight.
i cant sleep feeling like im on the verge of death.
i cant feel peaceful if silence rings in my ears until i hear something.
thats worse. something just sounds outside. or right beside me.
i hate it knowing it's sleep deprivation fooling my brain.
i hate it knowing it's probably gonna kill me one day.
yet during the day i wonder why i was fearful.
g̵̢̦̰̥͎̦͇͎̘̭͚̺̏̊͊̿̏̕͝o̶̢̙̙͇̞͙̎̎̈́̀́̈́͌͆̐͘͝ͅ ̶̛̠̪͙͎̳͔̙̠̟͍́̈̔͆̚ͅa̴̘̠̱̜̩͖̎̑͗̕̕͜w̸̦̬͎̙̘̖̰͓̓̅̽̃̋̈́̌͐̀̓͠â̷̱̠͈͎̯̠̟͓̾̎͗͌̈́͊͛͑̏͘̚ỳ̷̜̋̉͒̅̉͛͑̾͛͝ ̶̡͓̲̯̼̹̇̐̐ģ̷̺̳̹̮͙̯͍̯̦͓̜̫͚͑͑̈́͐̒́̈́̇ỏ̴̢̆͆̓͝͝͝ ̴̨̢̹̺̜͔͍̒͊̊̋̊́̃̈͘̕ả̴̧̰̩̻̳̹̺̗͔̟͉̬̋͑̅̈́͐͗̓̄̆͗͘͜w̴̻̬̝̥̱̦͓̥̏̏̂͊̂͘ą̸̧̳͈̣̺̝̙̜̯̫̟̮̉̀̈́͑͛̏̃͝y̷̨̡̛̞̰̺̝͉̯̮͓̼̫̋̈́̌̍̔͑̑̍̄̐̀ ̸̻̭̠̪̹̦̠̈̇̓̑͗̐̾ͅg̵̢̦̰̥͎̦͇͎̘̭͚̺̏̊͊̿̏̕͝o̶̢̙̙͇̞͙̎̎̈́̀́̈́͌͆̐͘͝ͅ ̶̛̠̪͙͎̳͔̙̠̟͍́̈̔͆̚ͅa̴̘̠̱̜̩͖̎̑͗̕̕͜w̸̦̬͎̙̘̖̰͓̓̅̽̃̋̈́̌͐̀̓͠â̷̱̠͈͎̯̠̟͓̾̎͗͌̈́͊͛͑̏͘̚ỳ̷̜̋̉͒̅̉͛͑̾͛͝ ̶̡͓̲̯̼̹̇̐̐ģ̷̺̳̹̮͙̯͍̯̦͓̜̫͚͑͑̈́͐̒́̈́̇ỏ̴̢̆͆̓͝͝͝ ̴̨̢̹̺̜͔͍̒͊̊̋̊́̃̈͘̕ả̴̧̰̩̻̳̹̺̗͔̟͉̬̋͑̅̈́͐͗̓̄̆͗͘͜w̴̻̬̝̥̱̦͓̥̏̏̂͊̂͘ą̸̧̳͈̣̺̝̙̜̯̫̟̮̉̀̈́͑͛̏̃͝y̷̨̡̛̞̰̺̝͉̯̮͓̼̫̋̈́̌̍̔͑̑̍̄̐̀ ̸̻̭̠̪̹̦̠̈̇̓̑͗̐̾ͅg̵̢̦̰̥͎̦͇͎̘̭͚̺̏̊͊̿̏̕͝o̶̢̙̙͇̞͙̎̎̈́̀́̈́͌͆̐͘͝ͅ ̶̛̠̪͙͎̳͔̙̠̟͍́̈̔͆̚ͅa̴̘̠̱̜̩͖̎̑͗̕̕͜w̸̦̬͎̙̘̖̰͓̓̅̽̃̋̈́̌͐̀̓͠â̷̱̠͈͎̯̠̟͓̾̎͗͌̈́͊͛͑̏͘̚ỳ̷̜̋̉͒̅̉͛͑̾͛͝ ̶̡͓̲̯̼̹̇̐̐ģ̷̺̳̹̮͙̯͍̯̦͓̜̫͚͑͑̈́͐̒́̈́̇ỏ̴̢̆͆̓͝͝͝ ̴̨̢̹̺̜͔͍̒͊̊̋̊́̃̈͘̕ả̴̧̰̩̻̳̹̺̗͔̟͉̬̋͑̅̈́͐͗̓̄̆͗͘͜w̴̻̬̝̥̱̦͓̥̏̏̂͊̂͘ą̸̧̳͈̣̺̝̙̜̯̫̟̮̉̀̈́͑͛̏̃͝y̷̨̡̛̞̰̺̝͉̯̮͓̼̫̋̈́̌̍̔͑̑̍̄̐̀ ̸̻̭̠̪̹̦̠̈̇̓̑͗̐̾ͅg̵̢̦̰̥͎̦͇͎̘̭͚̺̏̊͊̿̏̕͝o̶̢̙̙͇̞͙̎̎̈́̀́̈́͌͆̐͘͝ͅ ̶̛̠̪͙͎̳͔̙̠̟͍́̈̔͆̚ͅa̴̘̠̱̜̩͖̎̑͗̕̕͜w̸̦̬͎̙̘̖̰͓̓̅̽̃̋̈́̌͐̀̓͠â̷̱̠͈͎̯̠̟͓̾̎͗͌̈́͊͛͑̏͘̚ỳ̷̜̋̉͒̅̉͛͑̾͛͝ ̶̡͓̲̯̼̹̇̐̐g̵̢̦̰̥͎̦͇͎̘̭͚̺̏̊͊̿̏̕͝o̶̢̙̙͇̞͙̎̎̈́̀́̈́͌͆̐͘͝ͅ ̶̛̠̪͙͎̳͔̙̠̟͍́̈̔͆̚ͅa̴̘̠̱̜̩͖̎̑͗̕̕͜w̸̦̬͎̙̘̖̰͓̓̅̽̃̋̈́̌͐̀̓͠â̷̱̠͈͎̯̠̟͓̾̎͗͌̈́͊͛͑̏͘̚ỳ̷̜̋̉͒̅̉͛͑̾͛͝ ̶̡͓̲̯̼̹̇̐̐ģ̷̺̳̹̮͙̯͍̯̦͓̜̫͚͑͑̈́͐̒́̈́̇ỏ̴̢̆͆̓͝͝͝ ̴̨̢̹̺̜͔͍̒͊̊̋̊́̃̈͘̕ả̴̧̰̩̻̳̹̺̗͔̟͉̬̋͑̅̈́͐͗̓̄̆͗͘͜w̴̻̬̝̥̱̦͓̥̏̏̂͊̂͘ą̸̧̳͈̣̺̝̙̜̯̫̟̮̉̀̈́͑͛̏̃͝y̷̨̡̛̞̰̺̝͉̯̮͓̼̫̋̈́̌̍̔͑̑̍̄̐̀ ̸̻̭̠̪̹̦̠̈̇̓̑͗̐̾ͅg̵̢̦̰̥͎̦͇͎̘̭͚̺̏̊͊̿̏̕͝o̶̢̙̙͇̞͙̎̎̈́̀́̈́͌͆̐͘͝ͅ ̶̛̠̪͙͎̳͔̙̠̟͍́̈̔͆̚ͅa̴̘̠̱̜̩͖̎̑͗̕̕͜w̸̦̬͎̙̘̖̰͓̓̅̽̃̋̈́̌͐̀̓͠â̷̱̠͈͎̯̠̟͓̾̎͗͌̈́͊͛͑̏͘̚ỳ̷̜̋̉͒̅̉͛͑̾͛͝ ̶̡͓̲̯̼̹̇̐̐ģ̷̺̳̹̮͙̯͍̯̦͓̜̫͚͑͑̈́͐̒́̈́̇ỏ̴̢̆͆̓͝͝͝ ̴̨̢̹̺̜͔͍̒͊̊̋̊́̃̈͘̕ả̴̧̰̩̻̳̹̺̗͔̟͉̬̋͑̅̈́͐͗̓̄̆͗͘͜w̴̻̬̝̥̱̦͓̥̏̏̂͊̂͘ą̸̧̳͈̣̺̝̙̜̯̫̟̮̉̀̈́͑͛̏̃͝y̷̨̡̛̞̰̺̝͉̯̮͓̼̫̋̈́̌̍̔͑̑̍̄̐̀ ̸̻̭̠̪̹̦̠̈̇̓̑͗̐̾ͅg̵̢̦̰̥͎̦͇͎̘̭͚̺̏̊͊̿̏̕͝o̶̢̙̙͇̞͙̎̎̈́̀́̈́͌͆̐͘͝ͅ ̶̛̠̪͙͎̳͔̙̠̟͍́̈̔͆̚ͅa̴̘̠̱̜̩͖̎̑͗̕̕͜w̸̦̬͎̙̘̖̰͓̓̅̽̃̋̈́̌͐̀̓͠â̷̱̠͈͎̯̠̟͓̾̎͗͌̈́͊͛͑̏͘̚ỳ̷̜̋̉͒̅̉͛͑̾͛͝ ̶̡͓̲̯̼̹̇̐̐ģ̷̺̳̹̮͙̯͍̯̦͓̜̫͚͑͑̈́͐̒́̈́̇ỏ̴̢̆͆̓͝͝͝ ̴̨̢̹̺̜͔͍̒͊̊̋̊́̃̈͘̕ả̴̧̰̩̻̳̹̺̗͔̟͉̬̋͑̅̈́͐͗̓̄̆͗͘͜w̴̻̬̝̥̱̦͓̥̏̏̂͊̂͘ą̸̧̳͈̣̺̝̙̜̯̫̟̮̉̀̈́͑͛̏̃͝y̷̨̡̛̞̰̺̝͉̯̮͓̼̫̋̈́̌̍̔͑̑̍̄̐̀ ̸̻̭̠̪̹̦̠̈̇̓̑͗̐̾ͅg̵̢̦̰̥͎̦͇͎̘̭͚̺̏̊͊̿̏̕͝o̶̢̙̙͇̞͙̎̎̈́̀́̈́͌͆̐͘͝ͅ ̶̛̠̪͙͎̳͔̙̠̟͍́̈̔͆̚ͅa̴̘̠̱̜̩͖̎̑͗̕̕͜w̸̦̬͎̙̘̖̰͓̓̅̽̃̋̈́̌͐̀̓͠â̷̱̠͈͎̯̠̟͓̾̎͗͌̈́͊͛͑̏͘̚ỳ̷̜̋̉͒̅̉͛͑̾͛͝ ̶̡͓̲̯̼̹̇̐̐ģ̷̺̳̹̮͙̯͍̯̦͓̜̫͚͑͑̈́͐̒́̈́̇ỏ̴̢̆͆̓͝͝͝ ̴̨̢̹̺̜͔͍̒͊̊̋̊́̃̈͘̕ả̴̧̰̩̻̳̹̺̗͔̟͉̬̋͑̅̈́͐͗̓̄̆͗͘͜w̴̻̬̝̥̱̦͓̥̏̏̂͊̂͘ą̸̧̳͈̣̺̝̙̜̯̫̟̮̉̀̈́͑͛̏̃͝y̷̨̡̛̞̰̺̝͉̯̮͓̼̫̋̈́̌̍̔͑̑̍̄̐̀ ̸̻̭̠̪̹̦̠̈̇̓̑͗̐̾ͅg̵̢̦̰̥͎̦͇͎̘̭͚̺̏̊͊̿̏̕͝o̶̢̙̙͇̞͙̎̎̈́̀́̈́͌͆̐͘͝ͅ ̶̛̠̪͙͎̳͔̙̠̟͍́̈̔͆̚ͅa̴̘̠̱̜̩͖̎̑͗̕̕͜w̸̦̬͎̙̘̖̰͓̓̅̽̃̋̈́̌͐̀̓͠â̷̱̠͈͎̯̠̟͓̾̎͗͌̈́͊͛͑̏͘̚ỳ̷̜̋̉͒̅̉͛͑̾͛͝ ̶̡͓̲̯̼̹̇̐̐ģ̷̺̳̹̮͙̯͍̯̦͓̜̫͚͑͑̈́͐̒́̈́̇ỏ̴̢̆͆̓͝͝͝ ̴̨̢̹̺̜͔͍̒͊̊̋̊́̃̈͘̕ả̴̧̰̩̻̳̹̺̗͔̟͉̬̋͑̅̈́͐͗̓̄̆͗͘͜w̴̻̬̝̥̱̦͓̥̏̏̂͊̂͘ą̸̧̳͈̣̺̝̙̜̯̫̟̮̉̀̈́͑͛̏̃͝y̷̨̡̛̞̰̺̝͉̯̮͓̼̫̋̈́̌̍̔͑̑̍̄̐̀ ̸̻̭̠̪̹̦̠̈̇̓̑͗̐̾ͅg̵̢̦̰̥͎̦͇͎̘̭͚̺̏̊͊̿̏̕͝o̶̢̙̙͇̞͙̎̎̈́̀́̈́͌͆̐͘͝ͅ ̶̛̠̪͙͎̳͔̙̠̟͍́̈̔͆̚ͅa̴̘̠̱̜̩͖̎̑͗̕̕͜w̸̦̬͎̙̘̖̰͓̓̅̽̃̋̈́̌͐̀̓͠â̷̱̠͈͎̯̠̟͓̾̎͗͌̈́͊͛͑̏͘̚ỳ̷̜̋̉͒̅̉͛͑̾͛͝ ̶̡͓̲̯̼̹̇̐̐ģ̷̺̳̹̮͙̯͍̯̦͓̜̫͚͑͑̈́͐̒́̈́̇ỏ̴̢̆͆̓͝͝͝ ̴̨̢̹̺̜͔͍̒͊̊̋̊́̃̈͘̕ả̴̧̰̩̻̳̹̺̗͔̟͉̬̋͑̅̈́͐͗̓̄̆͗͘͜w̴̻̬̝̥̱̦͓̥̏̏̂͊̂͘ą̸̧̳͈̣̺̝̙̜̯̫̟̮̉̀̈́͑͛̏̃͝y̷̨̡̛̞̰̺̝͉̯̮͓̼̫̋̈́̌̍̔͑̑̍̄̐̀ ̸̻̭̠̪̹̦̠̈̇̓̑͗̐̾ͅg̵̢̦̰̥͎̦͇͎̘̭͚̺̏̊͊̿̏̕͝o̶̢̙̙͇̞͙̎̎̈́̀́̈́͌͆̐͘͝ͅ ̶̛̠̪͙͎̳͔̙̠̟͍́̈̔͆̚ͅa̴̘̠̱̜̩͖̎̑͗̕̕͜w̸̦̬͎̙̘̖̰͓̓̅̽̃̋̈́̌͐̀̓͠â̷̱̠͈͎̯̠̟͓̾̎͗͌̈́͊͛͑̏͘̚ỳ̷̜̋̉͒̅̉͛͑̾͛͝ ̶̡͓̲̯̼̹̇̐̐ģ̷̺̳̹̮͙̯͍̯̦͓̜̫͚͑͑̈́͐̒́̈́̇ỏ̴̢̆͆̓͝͝͝ ̴̨̢̹̺̜͔͍̒͊̊̋̊́̃̈͘̕ả̴̧̰̩̻̳̹̺̗͔̟͉̬̋͑̅̈́͐͗̓̄̆͗͘͜w̴̻̬̝̥̱̦͓̥̏̏̂͊̂͘ą̸̧̳͈̣̺̝̙̜̯̫̟̮̉̀̈́͑͛̏̃͝y̷̨̡̛̞̰̺̝͉̯̮͓̼̫̋̈́̌̍̔͑̑̍̄̐̀ ̸̻̭̠̪̹̦̠̈̇̓̑͗̐̾ͅg̵̢̦̰̥͎̦͇͎̘̭͚̺̏̊͊̿̏̕͝o̶̢̙̙͇̞͙̎̎̈́̀́̈́͌͆̐͘͝ͅ ̶̛̠̪͙͎̳͔̙̠̟͍́̈̔͆̚ͅa̴̘̠̱̜̩͖̎̑͗̕̕͜w̸̦̬͎̙̘̖̰͓̓̅̽̃̋̈́̌͐̀̓͠â̷̱̠͈͎̯̠̟͓̾̎͗͌̈́͊͛͑̏͘̚ỳ̷̜̋̉͒̅̉͛͑̾͛͝ ̶̡͓̲̯̼̹̇̐̐
Day 12 - I am so behind schedule sorry friends
In The Edges Of Industry...
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