" Oh, you were a vampire
and I may never see the light-;
I got the ways and means, to New Orleans,
I'm going down by the river where it's warm and green;
I'm gonna have a drink and walk around
I got a lot to think about. "
BLOOD LETTING X CONCRETE...
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" There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights."
Bram Stoker. Dracula. 1897.
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Early 1900s. The rainy, compacted yellowing-green part of the midwest.
You were travelling. Gone, to keep it short. Where to?
Despite being unorthodox to any of your parent's choices, you chose a place where the closest sign of civilization is a station 6 miles out.
About this time, it was very common for younger people to experiment with becoming one with farmers or busy-men for an internship. You just had to hope the place you were setting off too wasn't all smoke and mirrors.
You're pretty sure the duplex you found is only a few blocks from an industrialized farm. If they don't hire you... well, you'll have to look elsewhere very quickly. Not that you're complaining, though; Cheaper, more reliable produce is a possiblity, if nothing else.
In addition, there's ads of horses and other pack animals - And that's practically all you feel you'll need for the while. You let the thought of purchasing a bike or even a scooter in the future to simmer in your brain for a few minutes, anticipating the bus to stop in front of your long awaited desitination.
The clunky vehicle - A very 'new-modeled' hybrid carriage - lurched forward and its animals blew off annoyed spittle as they halted. Upon a quick look through the curtains, you realized this was the place. Er, the dirt trail down leading towards it.
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You and some other body's home, until one of you saved up enough to buy an actual house - Then, you'll never have to talk or share with someone again.
Siblings and family members had ruined the thought of company for you for 19 solid years, and you had hope for a silent, lonely future on.
Slinging a backpack on and lugging a black suitcase behind, you took a moment to dust off your coat and rush to the front of the carriage. The driver anticipated money, which you happily obliged and slipped the horse a mineral cube for old times sakes. You alotted a few seconds to gather yourself mentally.
