Salem Ave
Nov 6th, 2002, 01:14:24 PM
<center><u>Creed – Who’s got my back?</u>
Run, hide
All that was sacred to us
Sacred to us
See the signs
The covenant has been broken
By mankind
Leaving us with no shoulder, with no shoulder
To rest our head on
To rest our head on
To rest our head on
Who's got my back now?
When all we have left is deceptive
So disconnected
So what is the truth now?
There's still time
All that has been devastated
Can be recreated
Realize
We pick up the broken pieces
Of our lives
Giving ourselves to each other, ourselves to each other
To rest our head on
To rest our head on
To rest our head on
Who's got my back now?
When all we have left is deceptive
So disconnected
So what is the truth now?
Tell me the truth now, Tell us the truth now
Who's got my back now?
When all we have left is deceptive
So disconnected
So what is the truth now?
***</center>
The absence of Razielle pained him. The infatuation Salem had developed for the vampyre had only continued to grow in her scarcity, but now he was feeling it begin to wither. The attachment he’d incubated for her was dead and he had slung its corpse some weeks ago. Perhaps this was due to his new found interest in a comrade of his, a succubus named Cherice, or perhaps it was because he had not infact been intoxicated by Razielle, but instead by her kind.
The Coven which he had been embraced to had either moved on to new horizons, been slain or was in some form of sleep. Whatever the case may be Salem could not find hide or tail any of its members, and thus became alone. No longer was he part of a set, but now instead a single vampyre. This in itself was bittersweet. On the one hand, he was left to his own devices, and became unique. On the other, he was left without a mentor and became a teacher-less protégé whose studies in his own species were stuck between a rock and a hard place. This stunted investigation got him no where, and thus he concluded it was time to once again find an elder, a lecturer.
Of all the beings he had ever met, he could only think of one who would do. Unfortunately, he knew no way of contacting her. If he recalled correctly, however, the vampyres were afforded a degree of omniscience, and perhaps with enough strength behind it a message from anywhere in the galaxy could reach her.
So, he sat at the foot of a tree in a sparsely populated area, eyes closed. In his mind he began to focus upon her name, and project it outwards. Using techniques that Jeseth had taught him this was simple, and it was all a matter of getting the words far enough to reach her. When she ‘heard’ him, she would know his location from the trace of the signal, and hopefully heed his call.
Run, hide
All that was sacred to us
Sacred to us
See the signs
The covenant has been broken
By mankind
Leaving us with no shoulder, with no shoulder
To rest our head on
To rest our head on
To rest our head on
Who's got my back now?
When all we have left is deceptive
So disconnected
So what is the truth now?
There's still time
All that has been devastated
Can be recreated
Realize
We pick up the broken pieces
Of our lives
Giving ourselves to each other, ourselves to each other
To rest our head on
To rest our head on
To rest our head on
Who's got my back now?
When all we have left is deceptive
So disconnected
So what is the truth now?
Tell me the truth now, Tell us the truth now
Who's got my back now?
When all we have left is deceptive
So disconnected
So what is the truth now?
***</center>
The absence of Razielle pained him. The infatuation Salem had developed for the vampyre had only continued to grow in her scarcity, but now he was feeling it begin to wither. The attachment he’d incubated for her was dead and he had slung its corpse some weeks ago. Perhaps this was due to his new found interest in a comrade of his, a succubus named Cherice, or perhaps it was because he had not infact been intoxicated by Razielle, but instead by her kind.
The Coven which he had been embraced to had either moved on to new horizons, been slain or was in some form of sleep. Whatever the case may be Salem could not find hide or tail any of its members, and thus became alone. No longer was he part of a set, but now instead a single vampyre. This in itself was bittersweet. On the one hand, he was left to his own devices, and became unique. On the other, he was left without a mentor and became a teacher-less protégé whose studies in his own species were stuck between a rock and a hard place. This stunted investigation got him no where, and thus he concluded it was time to once again find an elder, a lecturer.
Of all the beings he had ever met, he could only think of one who would do. Unfortunately, he knew no way of contacting her. If he recalled correctly, however, the vampyres were afforded a degree of omniscience, and perhaps with enough strength behind it a message from anywhere in the galaxy could reach her.
So, he sat at the foot of a tree in a sparsely populated area, eyes closed. In his mind he began to focus upon her name, and project it outwards. Using techniques that Jeseth had taught him this was simple, and it was all a matter of getting the words far enough to reach her. When she ‘heard’ him, she would know his location from the trace of the signal, and hopefully heed his call.