Lost souls by Gaetano A. Nufrio

I would say it all started about 4 days ago, when I was walking down Younge street on my way back from work. It was about 7 at night and the sun had already set on this chilly November night when I ran into an old friend.

“Jerry? Jerry Constantine?”

“Samuel Marx! Holy shit man! What has it been? 5 years I guess? Oh my Lord! Where have you been? What happened to you? You like disappeared after graduation, never showed up for the trip, you doing ok?”

“That my old friend is a long story that will have to wait for another day, why don’t we have some Chinese food and a couple of drinks, on me”

“I wouldn’t be able to do that to you dude, but I could use some dinner”

“Fair enough, but before we do grab some food want some of this? It’s quite refreshing, great for opening up any appetite, its only blood! Ha ha ha ha ha”

“Still an alcoholic and joker I see! Not much has changed man, you look and act the same as you did 5 years ago! But sure, I will take a hit of what you got…interesting wine, nice flavour to it, where did you get it?”

“During one of my many travels, it was so irresistible that I always need more of it and I found out when I got home that it wasn’t all that hard to find here, so what are we waiting for? Let’s go eat!”

And so we did, and that was when things really started to become weird.

“Hey dude, pass some of those worms!”

“Worms?”

When I looked down into what was my noodles and saw a box full of worms, I threw down the box on the table, but when it landed it turned back into noodles, Samuel had but the most confused look on his face

“Is something wrong man? You know I was only joking”

“Yeah man, just thought I saw something in there, I’m good now, not much of an appetite”

“Good old Jerry, still afraid of little things and things that go bump in the night”

I started to think that maybe it was the wine getting to my head and hoped that my old friend hadn’t noticed it

“I know it gets to you man, but you get used to it and it becomes quite enjoyable I find”

“Maybe, but I say we go get some real drinks, unless you can’t hold your own anymore…”

“I can more that hold my own, just see if you can keep up”

And so it was off to the bar we went. After about 5 shots of whiskey I noticed a cute lady in the corner of my eye. Samuel noticed her too and gave them this look that seemed to pull her near us as if his look had some sort of hypnotic power. Her name was Laura Bellno as I found out a couple of days later. Within a minute of arriving towards us at the bar she was all over him in a way that she cannot control herself as they started to make out, it was not long before we were kicked out.

“What a wonderful body you have, your neck is so addictive, I just want to eat you up”

“You can violate me any which way you want”

“Man I am going to split, my head is still killing me from the wine and yeah, yeah, I know, I can’t hold my own anymore, that’s what you get when you get old”

“I wouldn’t know the feeling”

“It looks like you found the fountain of youth, mind sharing it sometime?”

“I Plan on it!”

“Well you 2 have fun, here’s my number, give me a shout”

“I will man, the second I get a phone but I’ll get a hold of you before then”

The next time I saw Laura was 2 days later with her picture in the paper with the headline missing. As I was walking home I started to get a really bad stomach pains, so I again, blamed it on the wine, which I know now is partially true, I started to hear voices whisper my name, and then I blacked out. Next thing I knew it was 3 in the afternoon and my work was calling because I was 3 hours late. I staggered to find my sunglasses as the sun was burning my eyes, felt like the worse hangover ever.

“Hello?”

“Where are you? Your 3 hours late! Trying to get fired? You could have at least called!”

“Sorry, I have been in bed all day, must be flu or something, I would have called you know I would of, but I was up all night and morning constantly…”

“Ok, no need to get into details, just come back in a week when you’re better and don’t say the v-word, or else I may too, this better not be a hangover”

“Have I missed a day yet in 3 years?”

“No you have not, get some rest kid, bye”

“Thanks sir, bye”

After the phone call I closed all the blinds until it was as dark as it could get and back to bed I went.

Around 10 o’clock that night I started to hear but the strangest of voices whispering my name. I did not know what it could be, my stomach started to hurt as if I was hungry, I thought it was because I have not eaten all day so I went to the fridge. The only thing that looked somewhat appetizing to me was a raw stake and I devoured it whole. I then brought myself to the paper to hope that this would all pass over quickly. I passed the night in this fashion in that I did not quite know what was wrong with me, the whispering got louder and louder and louder until at about 4 in the morning I thought a walk would do me some relative good, get some much needed fresh air.

As I was walking, I came across an old blind man walking with his dog, again, the hunger and the urge came across me and for reasons beyond my explanation at the time, I was about to attack him. The dog, protecting his defenceless owner jumped and stopped me before any damage could be done. My hand was bleeding profusely so I wrapped it in a handkerchief as I started to walk back towards my apartment with more questions and even less answers.

When I arrived back at my apartment about a couple of hours after the incident I was looking at my hand to further survey the damage and to my own shock and disbelief my hand had been healed fully. With now even more confusion I went back to bed and stayed that way until late afternoon.

When I arose around 5, the sun had just begun to set and again I picked up the paper, feeling a little better with myself in having convinced myself that it must have been some sort of dream because it was too surreal to be true. When I picked up the paper I noticed Laura Bellno’s picture under the headline that says she had been missing since Tuesday night and last time she was seen was when she was leaving the bar with two men who were not really described although one was described as quite handsome and well built. That was when there was a knock on the door and to my shock it was Laura, I started to wonder how she knew where I lived but before I could ask she started speaking.

“Look, I know you’re wondering how I found you but that story is for later, you are in danger and so am I, I suggest if you want to be remotely normal you listen to what I have to say....but first you need to invite me in”

“This is not making any sort of sense but sure, you’re invited in, now what is the matter, I just saw your picture in the paper, I should alert the authorities that you are here and...”

“You and I are both half vampires!”

“Now that is ludicrous, vampires don’t exist”

“You’re so sure aren’t you, well look at this!”

With that she brought a mirror in front of me and I could see through myself, I was confused, how was this at all possible”

“But I wasn’t bitten”

“Neither was I, did he give you wine?”

“Who?”

“Samuel”

“Samuel is not a vampire”

“Oh yes he is and that was not wine he gave you, it was blood, his blood”

“But I don’t understand...”

“There are two ways in which to become a vampire, you are both bitten and brought back to life or you drink the blood of the head vampire, he gave us the blood because he wants us”

“Wants us for what?”

“For his family...but there is hope! We are only half and we can still be brought back to a normal way of life”

“How’s that?”

“Well first off don’t kill anyone, after you make your first kill you become a vampire, until that happens you are only half. Second, you must kill the head vampire and we will be returned to normal”

This confused me further until I looked in her eyes, I was drawn in, almost like one of those romantic scenes from a movie but under more bizarre circumstances, and then we started kissing and making out. The next thing I knew Laura and I were making love until the break of day, and as she slept I started to devise a plan to get back at my old friend until sleep over came me as well.
At around 10 o’clock there was scratching at my door that started us both awake. When I looked through the peephole and noticed a dog and just as I was about to open the door to let the little fellow in Laura stopped me.

“Don’t let him in!”

“Why not?”

“It’s Samuel!”

“How can it be? It’s a dog! He probably belongs to one of the neighbours”

“Do not invite him, open the door and stick this in your pocket encase he comes near the doorway, if he is not invited in he is powerless, he may hepatize you but before he does drive this knife in his heart”

So with that advice in mind I opened the door cautiously and told the little fellow he couldn’t come in and to run back to his owners. At that moment I saw hell’s flames in the dog’s eyes and he turned into Samuel who thrust himself into my doorway but could not enter as I had not invited him. At that moment I grabbed the knife and struck it into my old friend’s heart. He let out the most horrific scream as his body burst out in flames, Laura grabbed me at once and I started to shed a tear for my friend who I just killed. After that we were no longer children of the night, the voices were gone, the hunger was gone, my life turned to normal, but I felt remorse for my old friend who, the next day I miss more than ever as I stair at the picture of us only 5 years ago…what happened? How did I loose him to the dark side? It is a place that I came close to joining him at but am lucky that I got away just in time…or did I?

the first rant! Rant #1...random shit

ok it is a quater to 2 in the morning and what can i say? can't sleep well i don;t feel like it, enough random shit has been going on that you just can't help but sit back and think wow, look at all this shit, cause that is what life is all about, random shit, most of the time things don;t make sense, or just don't connect well the point of that is that it is nothing more then random shit, stuff no one can control but thats the stuff that makes life interesting and worth living, that is my rant on random shit....fuck that was random!

...rant #2

is a little after 3 in the afternoon and i am as bored as fuck. what can i say? one thing i hate is when men, who think they are all that (*cough* ginos in thier tight women's pants who glow stick and get all excited when a girl looks at them when the girl looks at them wondering if they have those pants at home in the exact same size!) treat women like shit. i have no problem when they treat other men with no respect cause hey, we are dudes, one shot to that thing they call a face and it is settled but treating women like shit is where one must draw the line! wow a dude is so big and strong cause he can make a woman feel like shit?? FUCK THAT! pick on someone with your own iq level (cause to do that you must be a moron and i am sad to annouce this but that would make me einstien compared to these assholes!!!). and no, this is not directed to anyone in particular cause i know that some people would see this and begin to think that but no, this is just my rant cause i have had nothing to do all day except think and watch movies, so remember, if a dude treats a lady like shit, that dude is a fuck;n dumb ass mornon and girls, be strong cause one thing that has been proven is that women are stronger then men, and that is rant #2

PUT DOWN YOUR HAND IF YOUR GONNA SAY SOMETHING STUPID!...rant #3

ok 2 rants in one day, fuck i am on a role, time to be a little random, well i am more then just a little random but on this rant i will talk about one of my biggest pet peeves....PEOPLE WHO STICK THEIR HANDS UP IN CLASS AND HAVE NOTHING TO SAY EXCEPT THE DUMBEST! MOST OFF TOPIC SHIT IN THE MIDDLE OF A CLASS WHEN THE REST OF US WANT TO GET THIS LECTURE OVER WITH AND GET THE FUCK OUT! i one had a dude in my classes (ALL YOU MOTHER FUCKERS WHO WERE IN RYERSON WITH ME LAST YEAR KNOW WHO I AM TALKING ABOUT!), with his partner, ask the dumbest most irrelevent questions of ALL TIME! such classics include "why do you call it a trans continental railway if it goes from one end of the country to another?" or the classic "the KKK? never heard of them! who are they?" (AMAZING! THIS DUDE GOT INTO UNIVERSITY SOME HOW!) that was just a couple, now i got another guy who claims that they cure for a.d.d is video games...THEY CAN'T PAY ATTENTION TO ANYTHING AND NO I NEVER HEARD OF THAT STUDY CAUSE ITS STUPID! shish well that was my rant so, for all you people out there, if you are gonna ask something in class then PLEASE! make it something important and intelegent or just ask the teacher after class, thank you and that was my rant on morons in class

...rant #4

ok, this is my toughfest rant yet, this is my rant on rants. everyone loves a good rant because a rant can go in any direction, you can say the most off topic random thing and find a way to connect it to the rest of the rant somehow and to your conclusion. anyone can rant on anything but not all rants are a good rant, some people get so off topic that they forget what the original rant was all about, that is an example of a shitty rant. a good rant is one that can afford to go all over the place and still be connected to the original concept and conclusion (just read my rants if you want to see good examples of ones) and that was my toughfest rant yet, my rant on rants....enjoy!

my rant on love...rant #5

i was approached by a reporter from cbc and asked the question, what is love? well the answear is simple, love is when you can spend hours talking to someone about NOTHING. for some that may not make any sense but here is teh reason. when you can talk for hours about nothing with an individual everything can beocme a topic so you never loose intrest in what the other has to say. this means that the others (usually men) will listen and be more intreged into the conversation. also, another good reason is when you 2 grow old together if you talk about nothing then anything can become a topic of discussion and help couples keep intreast between one another. that to me is when you know that your in love, when you can listen to that special one talk about nothing and not really care because you too enjoy talking about nothing, and that is my rant on love

...rant #6

ok this is my third rant today which tells you i have had nothing better to do at all. this rant will be about a certian group of ppl, they are called ginos. most ginos are between the ages of grd 5 till about grd 11. having gone to chem i was at school in the mothership of ginos and trust me i do not like that group. in an earlier rant i talked breafliy about them so here i go. ginos are the kids you find glow sticking wearing womanes panats, with more greese in thier hair then john travolta in the 70's who get all excited when a girl looks at them when in relaity the woman is looking at them wondering if she has those pants at home in the exact same size. thier hero is stevie b (but after they see him and what he really is they quickly convert to something else) and claim that in order to be italian you must be a gino...BULLSHIT! i am a WOP! and just cause i like rock does not mean i am not italian, i have had wars with these people which have ended swiftly. ginos are the kind of men who follow trends no matter, and i stress this, no matter how rediculas the trend is. i once saw a gino glow sticking under the escolaters at yorkdale and couldn;'t stop laughing because he did this to impress girls, when he confronted me he looked up and ran away, i swear these people have no balls and put up the least amount of fight possible and that is my rant on ginos....GOD HELP US ALL

rant #7....

this rant is gonna be enjoyable for me, this is my rant on censorship...or as i call it censorSHIT, which is also an awsome Ramones song but anyways, cnesor shit is the worst idea EVER! saying shit like there is violence on tv and violence was never on tv before....BULLSHIT THERE AS BEEN VIOLENT MOVIES AND SHOWS SINCE TV AND MOVIES BEGAN! WESTERNS ANYONE?? DUH! now they wanna blame wrestling...FUCK THAT! wrestling has been around for years! why is it a problem now?? and to say the past was never this violent when was the last time anyone read a greek myth....THAT SHIT WAS TOLD TO THIER KIDS AND IT IS MORE GRAFIC THEN ANY MOVIE I'VE SEEN! censoring everything is not gonna solve the problem, just make it worse, parents are not gonna care cause the only ones who do have nothing to do at all with thier free time except bitch and complain and tell others how the raise their kids. so for all those parents i give you 2 middle fingers mllm mllm....FUCK YOU...and that is my rant on censorship!

rant #8

it's been a while since i have writen a rant but this one was so good that i had to post it on here, originally found on the cc.com board in the thread entitled young men fighting an old man's war, here it is, my rant on the war in the middle east

this war makes me sick to my fuck'n stomach! i didn't agree when the US decided to go over to the middle east and invade, and i am very much so against Canada's involvment in the war (FUCK YOU HARPER! YOU BUSH WANNA BE!) now i have friends who are in the army and army reserves who were doing it cause they needed some financial help for school are gonna be shipped over to the fuck'n war! it's not fair and it makes me sick!!!! what happened to finding Bin Laden? does any remember that?? wasn't that the original excuses for going over there in the first place? did they give up?? those assholes only wanted oil, this whole thing makes me sick to my stomach and the image just hurts me to look

rant #9

ok, its been a while since i wrote one of these but i have something i feel like getting off my chest!, first off i am not a drunk or an achoholic, i am sociable drinker!!! whats the difference you ask? i'll tell you!!! a drunk is someone who drinks to get drunk, they don't care what they are drinking as long as its booze and as long as they get good and tanked! an alcoholic is a person who goes to meetinsg such as AA, it's more of a legal term like youe just crazy untill a doctor declares you legally insane. whats the diffrence between that?? ones a legal term and the other is not, hence why i am not an acholiic, i don;t go to meetings, and i am not a drunk cause i don't to get drunk, i am a sociable drinker, i like to drink, i like the taste, i like to drink with others, not alone like most drunks, i;ll drinnk alot or i'll drink little, doesn't matter to me, i drink to have a good time, not to get tanked or plastered, if that happens, awell, i had a little too much but meh, i like my booze, cheers and thats my 9th rant!

Rant #10

recently someone told me that i should get over myself and that they do not understand the passion that is shown or represented in the games and why fans "over react" to something as trivial as a simple sporting event. Well the reason is a simple thing called passion and pride, when your a fan your not passive your aggressive, you cheer that team until you can't cheer no more, you morn defeats and savor each victory and accomplishment that is rewarded, when your team triumphs you cannot help but feel as if you are part of the victory, you cannot help but celebrate, scream, cheer, yell, cuss and shout whatever else you must in the heat of passion during the game. Being a fan i have seen some amazing triumphs (Jays Back to Back, the Toronto Rock winning so many titles, Italia winning the world cup in 2006!!!!!!!!!!!! the Argos winning the Grey Cup 3 times) and heart breaks (i am a raider and leafs fan aswell, no need to mention the heart breaks), so grab a beer, get to the game or watch it on the couch before it watches you, and scream, cheer, preform your rituals, do whatever it is you do and show your passion and pride for your team! and that is my Rant on passion in sports fans

Rant #11

this rant is something everyone can relate too who has ever worked in retail and has been brewing in the back of my mind for quite awhile, this rant is about a group of people most of us can no loner stand, customers! customers are a special breed of people who are idiots, ignorant and want you to serve them hand and foot or else they will snap and "take their business elsewhere" for the reason that "they do not deserve to be treated in such a way", FUCK YOU AND THE FUCK'N HORSE YOU RODE ON YOUR PIECE OF SHIT! do i look like i care? i work a mick job with minimal pay, i don't earn enough to put up with your stupidity or to hear about your insanity or your ideas of how shit should be run, fuck, every one of them has an opinion about something or they want attention like a two year old crying in a candy store, LEAVE ME ALONE! STOP LISTENING IN ON MY CONVERSATIONS! AND DON'T COMPLAIN IF I DON'T TALK TO YOU CAUSE I COULD CARE LESS ABOUT WHAT YOU THINK! and i don't care if you think i am a asshole cause i wear a shirt that has a burning cowboy and says under it "cowboys from hell" or if i don't understand you when you start going off about some "thing that we used to sell a million years ago", guess what? if you can't find it we don't have it, and shut up with your concerns about the environment cause if you really gave a shit you wouldn't be pulling up in suvs with one cloth bag and ask for everything to be put in plastic cause it may get the bag dirty...sick of all the contradictions so to all the consumers of the world FUCK YOU! GET YOUR SHIT AND GET OUT!....have a nice day, and that is my rant on customers

Rant #12

this rant is gonna be more personal then most so i advice those of the faint of heart to not look or read this particular one, this rant is about controversy and how i have pissed people off with my past rants. I DON'T CARE IF I PISSED YOU OFF OR MADE YOU FEEL LIKE SHIT! I HAVE A GODDAMN RIGHT TO SAY WHAT THE FUCK I WANT! when i rant about something i am venting or just feel like getting something off my chest, i don't care if people read it and disagree or agree with it, ITS A GODDAMN RANT! if i caused controversy, as well, look who my idols are, if i pissed you off, oh well, wasn't trying too, and don't expect me to apologize for what i typed either, not in my nature so don't be waiting for a sorry cause that was the only time you will see that word in this rant. i don't care if you think i am contradicting myself, cause i know i am not, IF YOU READ THE RANT THEN YOU WILL KNOW! I DON'T CARE IF YOU THINK YOU CAN READ ENGLISH, READ BETWEEN THE GODDAMN LINES AND SEE WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT AND IF YOU DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I AM RANTING ABOUT DON'T COMMENT ON IT, MAKE MY LIFE THAT MUCH BETTER! so in closing a rant is a rant is a rant, nothing more then my opinion which i am entitled too, which you are too, so i don't care if you agree or like what i am saying, its just something i wanted to get off my chest and that was my 12th rant

Rant #13

ok this rant is about a pet peeve of mine that i have expressed all too many times and that is that cologne, perfume, aftershave or simply deodorant is no, and i repeat NO SUBSTITUTE TO A FUCK'N SHOWER! for fuck sakes! soap and water work a lot better! trust me! and its not like its good perfume or cologne its the cheep shit that they bath in and reek worse then fish rotting in heat! i went to chem, an all guys school so i used to see and know guys who since we had first period gym thought they could get away with cologne instead of jumping in for a quick shower, trust me, sweat and cologne is never a good smell, just can make your stomach turn. i mean when you try to mask the fact that you didn't shower it smells 10 times worse then if you did nothing about it and if you smell so bad that you feel the need to splash something on you then take 10 fuck'n mins and jump in for a quick shower! save us all the pain and agony of that horrific smell and just shower! if your afraid of the water then take a goddamn rubber duck with you to help you out. or better yet, do not go out in public, just go in the backyard and attempt to air yourself out! wait no, thats a bad idea, the smell will spread killing poor innocent animals who were not expecting that horrible smell, so do everyone a favor, think about your fellow man and just shower instead of trying to hide it with that super strong shit that can bring tears to a grown man's eyes cause it stinks so bad! i beg you! please! think of the poor human being standing across from you who has to in hail that cause the person who smells is the last one who smells himself while the others around him suffer, thank you for showering and that's my rant on those who don't

Rant #14 - American Election

at the time i am writing this the votes have not come in and there is no winner as of yet. first off i will say that I DO SUPPORT OBAMA AND CHANGE and i like what he stands for, i think he will do good for the states but i AM SICK OF HEARING ABOUT IT HERE IN CANADA! i mean there was not this much media coverage with the Canadian election which was MORE IMPORTANT to us Canadians cause NO ONE GAVE TWO SHITS ABOUT IT! i mean like the Canadian election effects our wallets! our involvement in Iraq! our education! hell even our health care and not alot of people turned out to vote? BUT EVERYONE IN CANADA IS SPENDING ALL THEIR TIME WITH THE AMERICAN ELECTION! half the people following the American election can't even tell you who the elective in their riding is let alone which party he/she belongs too! trust me, i care, i care about Obama making history, i care about what he is doing and what he stands for but i wish people were as passionate at Canadian elections as well as the American up here. Canada is not the only country guilty of this, even Japan are having specials on the American election which makes little to no sense to me, so i hope Obama wins tonight, if he doesn't its a shame and remember, fellow Canadians, keep track of your own politics because it is just as important for our country as it as a DIRECT impact on all of us personally, and that's my rant on the American Election