THOMAS VAST
Through the mists of time the vampire travels. He has talked with Ceasar, listened to Aristotle, bowed to Cleopatra and battled the Huns. Ancient eyes gaze upon a race of humans with coldness and indifference. Names for him last for a century and are tossed aside as fashion dictates. He is the Vampire Phoenix, Thomas Vast. For centuries his own ferocity has slaughtered thousands, innocent and corrupt alike. For hundreds of years he has roamed the battlefields, walked with presumptuous warlords that history ignored. Nature, he feels, sees no good or evil, only survival. He no longer remembers exactly how long he has survived. But an uneasy feeling makes him think that he has survived too long. Transcending conventional vampiric feeding, Vast subsists on negative energy. He nibbles on jealousy, drinks envy and relishes fear. A hundred years ago, he cultivated hate and lust. Now he grows tired and weary of the humans that he has watched and played. Witnessing the torture, the genocide, and the random irrational hate of humans in a never-ending cycle has made him weary of the humans. Inside, an old memory has flickered back to life. A time when he believed in a man of Truth. Who believed in him even when his faith faltered. Vast’s mind flashes on his fingers dripping with blood, dispelling his doubt of His return… It had been centuries since the Vampire Phoenix had given the Gift. The Gift of his passion had grown too powerful. Most mortals given the Gift would be consumed by it its hunger and only last a few agonizing days. Those that survived would be imparted with such a hunger as to never be satisfied, insanity would quickly set in and he would have to destroy them. Vast searched for the mortal that could survive the metamorphosis. Someone that he could save with his Gift, a human to be spared the horrors of mortality. One who would be plucked from the filth of the mundane. They would rise above the hate and into a higher state of conscience. Thomas Vast would finally get a taste of redemption by saving this mortal from becoming another nameless and forgettable death. He needed to find someone whose soul would not shrink from his Gift, but use his Gift to fly. To go from a pitiful, vulnerable worm to a butterfly of the night…After twenty-three years of searching and failure, he found a young villager in a doomed village… The Vampire Phoenix descended upon the village doomed to be pillaged by battling warlords in a matter of days. He wandered among the villagers, they shrank away in fear of him. Flowers wilted as he walked by. The strongest men in the village turned away from his gaze. His gaze fell upon a young mother named Gwen...
Lonely Petified Heart
*~~Ancient Heart~~ Ancient Hate~~ Petrified Soul~~ Redemption Too Late~~* *~~Pestilence In His Gaze~~ Ages have seen it~~ Whom will he save~~ This Vampire Phoenix~~*
Lucid Lullaby
*~~Lucid Lullaby~~ Sing To Me~~ Lull Me To Redemption~~ Your Strong Heart Beats~~* *~~Come To Me Beauty~~ Raven Hair Inviting~~ Show Me What The Purity Is~~ In Darkness Without Dispising~~* *~~Come With Me You Will Not???~~ You Will Be My Inspiration In The Night!~~ Your Vibrance Will Save My Impassible Ways!~~ And I Will Save You From The Light!~~* *~~Fight Me Not Sweet Gwen,~~ Lay Still As You Embrace The Dark~~ And See With Me Eternity~~ My Midnight Monarch~~*
