Miles: On life [sims/spiderlilly]

[elydesia]

20xx/10/26
How long has it been since I left the university campus? Surely it has not been so long... or so I had thought.
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I had lived in the fraternity's basement for many years since its inception. I fed off the staff and the students, wiping their minds afterwards. No one found it strange I always remained, because my presence was a constant in their minds. This prestigious post secondary institution was mine; I owned it, I controlled it.
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In the beginning I was only a binge feeder, constantly on the lookout for a new meal. But as time came and passed, my hunger calmed. The franticity to my meals were no longer that of a wild animal, but something much more refined and elegant. I no longer killed my victims, and my powers of the mind grew much more effective.
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My lifestyle changed along with my vampire prowess--as those around me constantly changed I began to realise just how shortlived human life was. I befriended those around me, took to heart each friend I made, how their existence had made a mark upon myself. I began to throw vivacious parties and lived a lavish lifestyle--everyone was willing to pay for my needs, I only needed to charm them a little bit.
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But soon even this way of life grew boring. Though the times changed, I always remained the same. I was constantly forced to adapt to new people, new fashion concepts, new set of morals and ideals. I watched as society gradually became more liberal and understanding, and I adjusted my wild parties accordingly. Even as I did so, there was never enough. This thing called eternal youth felt increasingly boring and dull. I began to question myself.
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"What was the point in life? Was there any goal in living if it went on for centuries?"
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I knew from the beginning my vampirism was a disease. I was human in the beginning, but those days grew increasingly hazy and distant. Eventually everything became a mixup of experiences, thoughts, and feelings. In my mind there was nothing differentiating them in time period or location. Everything existed solely in this pocketed place within my conscious. And though I could not feel my body aging, I was very much aware of it doing so.
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Vampires do not live forever. They live for centuries--for thousands of years if they play their cards right--but they do not live forever. All organic life ends, as I had watched repeatedly over the years. This did not fear me. What feared me the most was not leaving something behind. The idea of living for centuries and yet not having proof of my existence was terrifying. I lived, no matter how I used my life.
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It wasn't until I met a pair of youth that my flame once again ignited.
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During the yearly meet and greet I sat off in an alcove on the second floor, watching the new students and picking out which ones would be most suitable to join my group. Across the room I spotted two students, a man and a woman, standing by the vending machines. I could overhear their conversation, and I still remember it clearly:

"Aghh!" the woman roared and slammed her palms on the vending machine in front of her. "It ate my money!" She turned pleadingly towards her male companion. "Max, do something!"

The man sighed and gently kicked the base of the machine. "If it ate your money, you should just go to the office and ask for a refund."

"That won't work, these machines are third party... Do you think they'll do that?" The man shrugged.

"It's worth a shot, Jewels."

A thin smile played my lips. I stood and joined them by the vending machines. "If you want it to give you what you want..." I started and slammed my fist into the machine. It rumbled slightly and then dropped a candybar. "You have to hit it quite hard." The woman grew a wide smile and grabbed the sugary treat. "Sometimes shaking it works quite well, too."

The man turned to me. "Thanks." He held his hand out for a casual handshake and I took it. "Max. And this is Julia."

"Miles Forthright."

"Thanks for that," Julia said. "I'm starving." No sooner did she finish speaking did she proceed to stuff her mouth with the candybar. Max looked at her revoltingly.

"Gross, Jewels. At least chew properly." She said something to him with her mouth full but I couldn't understand. "If you're that hungry we should've gone to the diner instead of the stupid vending machines. Come on." They were about to leave but then Max looked at me, as if suddenly remembering I was there. "Miles, you wanna tag along? My treat. For helping this stupid Jewels out." He gave her a playful tap on the forehead.

"I'd be delighted."
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That was how I first met them. Our friendship blossomed from that point on, and I invited them to the frat almost nightly. But I never fed on them. This was a strict rule with myself. I found there was something about them that seemed different, odd. My interest in them grew. I wanted to know more and more about them and the amount of stories they had to tell was near endless. Always something to comment on, anecdotes everywhere. Spending time with them was like glimpsing into a new world I never knew about before.
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The three of us spent years together, attending classes and throwing parties and having wild fun. The experience was refreshingly new; it had been years since I found friends as close as these two. I had long made up my mind.
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When graduation came, I followed them to the city. There was no way I was letting them out of my grasp. I was entranced by their lifestyle and method of living and I wasn't going to be shaken off easily.

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author's note
took longer than I thought it would.
paused many times.

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