 |
“Sometimes I just feel like I am too damn old, seen so fucking much… A lot of it all over again, and again without a fucking end in sight. The same old ancient blood feuds between some of our own kind and not to mention, the blood-sucking cock-smoking vampires we all seem to share to say the least.
One thing that makes me shake my fucking head and I just can’t figure it out is over the last couple of decades, vampires and zombies have become quite popular with the humans – If they only knew, really knew, they would repent for being a bunch of idiot rat-fuckers in the first damn place.
The whole fucking lot of them from start to finish!
They make it a fucking religion or something. Sure, most of these idiot-savants believe in such things and really have no proof. Yeah, as far as vampires goes, they’re real. God knows, I certainly believe, I killed more than my share of them and there is no end in sight of me stopping.
If the humans really knew what these blood-sucking motherfuckers, these vampires are like as they worship as something god-like, they would turn and scream with their arms over their head… Like the old days…
I kind of missed the old days, the ‘good ole days’ before shit got so damned fuzzy. Fuck, how did I get so god damned old in the first fucking place?
In my long ‘unnatural’ life I both lived and loved, I have hated, I have killed for both sport, and out of necessity. I can’t even begin to tell you the “official” body count I have acquired through the god damned ages, but I can tell you it is more than the entire population of the humans residing in Deadwood, South Dakota. That mush is for god damned certain!
I just don’t know how the elders handle all this bullshit, you know with the centuries of bullshit, love gained, and love lost. It’s rather maddening to say the absolute least.
If I had to do it all again, you know being born a wolf, and in that is something I had no control of, but if I did, I wouldn’t. I mean being a human has it’s upsides. One is that you don’t live long in the tooth if you know what I mean, and of course, your young usually by default outlive you. That alone has not been the case for me. I unfortunately in some respects, outlived most of my pups, my little ones, and all. I also outlived all my siblings to include my bitch-mother and vile dad. The last two I am glad to say; I am indeed glad for it.
My pack, the Deadwood Clan, they know me simply as Gary, or ‘Big Gary.’ I am not the eldest amongst the wolves here. There are three elders that are far older than I am. But, as to my name, that isn’t my real name, my given name.
Shit, I have to stop and think about it, you know, what my real name is – Damn…
I really have to stop and think about it and as for my birthdate? Fuck me for even trying… Trying to think that is.
Double-Damn…
‘Sasha Dima Kirill’ is my name, born sometime in the late summer months in the Ural Mountains of Russia. The northern slopes along the western side of things. That much I can remember clearly enough. Of course, in my native tongue known as ‘Bashkir.’
I lived in many different places, spoke many different languages along the way, and again, seen kingdoms, governments, people, and ages come and go like the fucking wind.
I suspect it is absolutely nothing less than those like me…
Damn it to hell though, like I can even speak my mother’s language now after all these years…
I am not immortal just like you – You of course, knows this shit. I just live a really long time if I am not put to death. Of course, I fancy a god damn good scrap just like most of us – Always have.
Anyways, I was born a wolf as my father’s fathers and my mother’s mothers were. You see, I was never human and the myth about the sway of the moon and all, it’s all bullshit, and has nothing on my ass or those exactly like me.
My grandfather said that my – our kind lived in the Bashkir long before the human Novorodian Expedition around 1096. In fact, according to my Great-Great Grandfather’s telling, my kind were there several centuries before hand. In fact, our kind were “pushed” east when the first of the Russian People from what is now Sweden came and settled in what would become ‘Mother Russia.’ I suspect this is certainly true enough. I don’t talk about it and most of my kind here in Deadwood are far younger and these sorts of things are not important to them these days as they now spend a lot of time “texting” back and forth to each other like it is some sort of fucking fever.
Fuck…
As far as my family linage goes, we were in those mountains a long fucking time ago. As the years progressed, my kind ravaged the humans in the area and god damn, did we scare the fuck outta them too. Brings a smile to my old weathered face though.
I lived in what you call the Urals and in the north there until I was a young man. I think I was about twenty when I took a wife – Like kind of course.
Her name was Isabella and her hair was as black as midnight, skin as white as washed porcelain and she smelled like the wild flowers of those mountains. I loved her, I loved her with all of my heart. She died in child-birth to my eldest son, Dominic.
Young Dominic grew to be strong and was a natural born leader, an alpha male, and of sorts. He favored his mother in so many ways. He had all of the best in her, that is until he died warring with a feuding pact.
I guess I stayed in the region a century or two and then moved to Moscow and what would later be called Saint Petersburg. It was years later while living in Saint Petersburg, I re-bonded – You call it “Marriage.” I found a beautiful female by the name of Vladlena. Oh god, was she something that knew how to keep a den warm!
Vladlena died at the hands of a vicious vampire, a ‘Upir Lichyj’ in my mother’s tongue. It was one of many attacks of these to plague our kind and upon my village south of Saint Petersburg. Hell, that was long before anyone knew of the New World let alone America.
That was the precise moment when she died that I hated the vampires and with this, a hatred that lasts all the way to this very moment. Before that, I only heard, well, like whispers in the night, of a creature called “vampire.”
A few of us, those that were attacked and severely beaten by these motherfuckers followed them to the Ukraine, through Odessa, and we manage to exact our revenge. This didn’t bring back Vladlena, and I mean to tell you that everyone of those bitches paid for her death and the deaths of many of my new pack I was running with.
My personal quest of finding these vampires lead me to what you know of as Romania. Along there as to our horror, there were other werewolves that were enslaved to some of these stronger vampire covens long before the blood disease weakened them. These ‘Upir Lichyj’ used the werewolf to protect their own during the day, and torture our kind by night along with feeding on the humans. Yeah, I know, it’s an ancient story of some measure, a good measure of some sorry-ass shit.
Many of our kind don’t believe there was such a time that vampires lorded themselves over our kind. It didn’t happen everywhere and looking back on it, it seems far fetched but there it is.
Lemme tell you, fighting those motherfuckers was a real deadly prospect indeed. Many of us died, but in the end there, our kind were liberated, and moved on at least from Romania, the Ukraine, and what we know of the Czech Republic.
Some of us that survived moved south and some even as far as North Africa and Arabia. Not me though, I guess I liked my four seasons and the like. I left Romania, wasn’t there long. I think the Muslim horde was moving in after the fall of Constantinople and that was around 1453. A tyrant calling himself, Christopher Columbus shortly discovered the New World nine years later.
I left Eastern Europe and headed to Scandinavia when word came around of the “New World.” A lot of my kind at the time began to find their way to this new world. I didn’t, wasn’t for me at the time I guess. Sure, I would later come, but as before, I fell in love, and oh yes, just like the humans, we love, raise children, and the usual. I re-bonded a couple of times there in Norway leaving Sweden. The bitches all came and went with the blood feuds.
Yeah, the blood feuds, what a fucking waste of life. That would be something if I could change, well, it would never have happened. Just like the fucking human race, we were fighting amongst each other over the dumbest of the most trivial bullshit. Things like land and regional rights, fighting over lust, greed, and shit like that.
Hell, you get the picture.
Wounded and broken-hearted, I moved to Iceland. Then spent several long cold winters in Greenland before moving into what we know as Canada. Now, I was in the new world. Shit, when I arrived on the Atlantic Seaboard, there were no Europeans in the least. I loved the winters, nice and cold, bitter, and I loved the fucking savages that lived along there. I mean, sure a bunch of superstitious motherfuckers that enjoyed a good scrap like any other. Hell, they should have all been Werewolves.
They enjoyed telling stories about me around their campfires. They sure enjoyed trying to seek me out and trying to hunt me down. That shit was a lot of fun.
You see, the Red Man were living there, had settlements, shit like that when the Vikings came and went. Yeah, the Vikings, another group that had my affections. But the Vikings, they were long gone before I got there of course.
But man, did I love the hunt…
Now before the Europeans came, I went as far west as the Hudson Bay. Lived like a true animal without a fucking care terrorizing and scrapping all along the way. Hell man, come to think about it, I must have spent nearly a hundred or so years in my natural form!
Them were the fucking days right there!
Sometimes I would allow myself to get tracked down – Those fuckers, the Red Man, they can track but when they would come upon me, they would shit all over themselves wondering what to do next. I made a lot of their women some weeping widows.
Man, did I enjoy the game!
I want to let you know something that will come against the thinking of many here that are lead to believe. You see, many people think the Indians, or what I call as the “Red Man” are like any other human being. They spent centuries upon centuries long before the Europeans came killing off each other in fucking droves in blood feuds over the same old bullshit as everyone else did throughout the seas of time. Trust me, I know, I saw, and hell man, participated in.
In my early travels, I also never ran into a single fucking vampire. They started coming over with the Puritans and isn’t that fucking ironic?
I mean to say, these Puritans; many of these motherfuckers were vampires!
Some of our elders say that even the likes of Christopher Columbus and some of his own were the fabled ‘Day Walkers.”
I of course, never really believed that…
During the early years of me being in Canada and the New World, I found a few like me, like us. Shit, some pretended to be the Red Man themselves and been here living amongst them since the first Red Man came over. Some as early as 14,000 years ago from Siberia and all. Besides, there is no such thing as an “Indigenous Race” of humans when it comes to this shit, you know.
All the human species came originally from Africa, and to include us, with them in the beginning.
God damn, I guess it was in the mid 17th century when I lived in the Boston area back in the colonies. By the time of the 1700’s came around, there were so many vampires, a werewolf found it nearly in-fucking-possible to exist in the area. Damn, I guess I moved on into Virginia and what is known as West Virginia. I hung around with the hill folk there before the Revolutionary War.
I reckon feeding on the British and terrorizing them, something you won’t dare fucking read in any history book to say the least. We, my new pack that I was running with moved west into the Ohio Territory. Kentucky was fun fucking with the Red Man and early settlers.
Shit, before I knew it I was living all along the Rocky Mountains. Some years later, I then moved on to the Cascade Mountains of the Oregon Territory – Before it was actually a territory, sort of speak.
Found me a real bitch that ever balled for beads. Her name was “Alyen.” She was a werewolf. And for the record, I never bonded with a fucking human woman – Ever!
I mean, sure you can fuck ‘em. But as to bond?
Can you even imagine bonding with a fucking human wench?
Anyways, Alyen was one hell of a bitch. I think it would be easier for me to mate with a porcupine than her. I ended up removing her head from her shoulders when I found her fucking some settlers for a couple of blankets or something.
I left the west and went south after the budding United States bought all the Louisiana Purchase. And as my fucking luck would have it, I went to New Orleans only to find out that was infested with Vampires – Still is too!
I heard tale that a storm, you know, ‘Katrina’ came and washed a few of those fuckers, not to mention, drowned a coven or three by the way. So as for us, it was a fucking good thing in respects.
Nonetheless, I moved on, and visited much of the South. Atlanta was another vampire infested fucking place. Then I guess I lived in the Carolinas before the Civil War and found myself heading back out west. Shit by then, most of the vampire covens thrived in the South. Almost gotten myself killed on more than one damn occasion before I wised up a bit and headed to the Montana Territory.
Somewhere along the fucking way, I went through the Dakotas and here at the Black Hills. By then the Sioux Indians killed most everyone else off. The Black Hills, all the originating Red Men were destroyed. Hell, same old shit, you know, the same old theme of shit throughout history.
Of course, the Indians would like you to fucking believe it only happened to them and shit…
I guess I then travelled through Montana and British Columbia. I had thoughts about maybe travelling up to Alaska and the Yukon.
Never did though… Least not yet.
Some years… Well, quite a few years later, I pretended to be human enough to travel with a gang lead by General Armstrong Custer into his second expedition into the Black Hills around… 1875-76 I think it were.
You see, the United States Government thought that the Black Hills was something like a wasteland and a good place to run the Indians to. Chasing the Red Man off the fucking prairies for the white farmers and settlers until some motherfucker had to find a shit-load of gold all along here.
Again, same old bullshit story…
The Black Hills were something like a reservation being set up. Never understood the bullshit politics of the thing called, “Reservations.” Anyways, with the finding of the Black Hills Gold, the United States had to reconsider their deal with the Red Men – It happened all the fucking time.
You see, the Indians around here will tell you that they got a bum deal. They indeed did, but these same motherfuckers fucked over everyone else before they got fucked over. Shit, I mean, it’s my opinion that these fuckers would have eventually killed out themselves if it were not for the Europeans coming over and giving the Red Man something to draw, unite, or whatever to focus their angst and hatred towards.
I mean that. I honestly believe that shit…
Same old story, just a different verse – Nothing more.
As for General Armstrong Custer, he got his just north, a few days ride, well a couple of hours now of a drive from here. Now I got to tell you, what I know of General Custer, well, lemme say it this way, I am glad as hell he got his.
So there was this Red Man, some holy man of the Hunkpapa Lakota Sioux called, “Sitting Bull” that avenged the Red Man against Custer and those like him. So what really happened to this, as far as I knew of him. I mean, I met him once, a good egg you know, well his own folks, his people killed him.
Now how many times you may be wondering that I seen shit like this in my life so far?
Fuck…
I can’t even begin to count…
So, I guess I settled in the Deadwood area of the Northern Black Hills sometime shortly after Custer got his and the little outlaw town began. I fit right the fuck in, after all.
There was some interesting characters that were here at the time, you know who they were. I got shit-faced one night and found the whore that called herself, “Calamity Jane” sucking my cock and cupping my fucking nuts as large as life. Now that homely bitch could smoke a cock for a sip of booze. Damn, I gave her the whole fucking bottle to wash the taste out of her mouth. I surely enjoyed fucking her. I think I fucking balled that crazy cunt a few times.
No shit!
I wonder if she ever thought she’d be sucking the end of a Werewolf’s cock?
Aw shit, many a whore and slut has all along the way. Besides, I never said I didn’t fuck a human wench, did I?
Anyways, I guess I stayed in human form for some years going by different names, moving throughout the Black Hills under different alias which we are very well accustomed to and all.
Been around like many of the others of our kind ever since…
I guess when I look back at my life as much as I can clearly remember, I guess in fact, one might say that I lived “many lives.”
Right?
Say Chris, you wanna ‘nother beer or something?”
Gary sat there cleaning his glasses before putting them back on looking at the large and powerful man on the other side entranced in his story.
“That is fucking amazing, Gary. But no. I need to head home, late as it is.” Christopher picked up his hard hat and swallowed the remaining near flat beer in his glass he has been holding since the beginning of Gary’s account of his personal history of his own life.
“Yeah, sorry. I guess every couple of hundred years I catch a drift to tell my story and shit. Thanks for listening though.” Gary smiled once more at Christopher.
“No man, fuck me. Thank you. That shit is amazing, Esse!”
Gary smiles once more, “Oh yeah, Pettimore is looking for you. Tell him, I said ‘Hi.’ Will Ya?
“Yeah man…” Christopher then quietly without another word leaves the empty bar of “The Gallows.”
 |
