WARNING:this story countains mild violence,countinese drug and tobbaco use,and adult themes if you feel offened by any of this material leave now.
Blood is our salvation- Traven Manimarco the IIII
There are dark places in the world were few tread aicent ceneters of learning and knowledge but there was ambition and hunger for blood. Blood is a most intresting thing so priceless yet almost every little living specimen has blood inside there body and even those of the grave. This is the story of those dark places and of the few who still walk in those dark and dusty hallway and rooms. The people who know the proper value of blood and those would bite a few necks to get it........
The room in wich the 17 yr old Jason Udell inhabited was the meaning of darkness, the walls were it seemed painted with posters,along with the moonlight that found it way in through the cracks in the blinds. Jason lay awake on his bed after an hour of no sleep he grew angry. He threw his hand into the cut in the matres were he stored his incrimanting "supplies" he found lighter he was looking for and grabd the zippo and put it at his side, next he pulled out a small home made water pipe filled with beer as the filter, and finnaly a small bag of skunk(A grade weed) that he stole from his dad yesterday morning.
