Common Vampire

Multitudinous Quandaries

He knows that he's not someone insane, but as he leaves his home permanently for the first time he starts to have pointless second thoughts about his pre-chosen opinion on himself and the world- something he considered an insane ideal. He gives himself a new name to go along with his new self as he fades into the spiky horizon like a desert mirage come to life. He cannot smile truthfully, he cannot laugh honestly, as the price of his sins was shown to be far too great for him to ever emerge happy again. But once, he knew that he did exist in a time where he did not sin and he was just fine. Happy, if you will. His name is something uttered as a curse but once he was a happy being living with his family like anyone else. He, at least before he made the choice of abandonment of his very close ( or maybe used too ) family, was none other than the one who lived in the woods. He wasn't someone very masculine ultimately but he did have a nice heart and good intentions. Note the past tense. He was decently respected at his young age of 18 ( in human years respectively ) with a proper role in his commune. Perhaps he would've reached to great highs within the world of bustle and hustle, that is, if he didn't happen to be a species of common horror. Although he was normal in perhaps every other way, him oh him, he couldn't ever change the fact that he was a beast. A beast, a vicious beast- but that wasn't him on his own. He was a beast because it was his species, perhaps destined by the Lord in Heaven or some other god. 

Alcide Fernweh Kessarue was a beast ( a vicious beast ) because he thought of himself as one. He could be what he want but he was already what he would be in the end anyways- a beast. But he wasn't someone feral- how could he be a feral beast and be respected in the community at the same time? He wasn't a service dog.  He wasn't a wolf. He wasn't a.. Harpy. Alcide was a regular vampire who lived in the center of the dense woods somewhere in France. The woods- or forest. It's a forest. The forest was something thick and humid that Alcide liked to hide in. But what was he hiding from? Alcide lived in that forest in France before he had a reason to hide at all from his beloved  family of four other people. His father. His mother. And both of his brothers. The eldest brother, Cecil. Desirable. Dangerous. And well over a thousand years old. Alcide was the middle at three-hundred and ninety six. Ollie was the youngest, he was probably nearing the age of 11 for a human. Cecil was formidable. Alcide was nice. Ollie was serious. Perhaps if the three choose to team together as a singular force ( which would be tough, considering each of the brothers did not get along ) they would be greatly feared and loathed out of jealously. But, of course, that part never came. After all, how could they team together if Cecil was studying in America and Ollie was emotionally detached and Alcide was too nice? It wouldn't. And that was it, and that was final. 

Alcide tugged his sleeves down in a slight movement of his shoulders as he thought these thoughts. Perhaps destined by the Lord in Heaven or some other god. He liked hiding in the forest because his house in the forest in France wasn't something that had privacy. The forest was closed in and dark. The trees were tall and looming so Alcide found it as the perfect type of shelter. He would sit against a tree- it didn't matter what tree to him- and relax. But he couldn't seem to sleep. But he could relax. 

Because sleeping was impossible for him when he was being taken over by so many useless anxieties. They groped at his throat and nagged at his heart, so sometimes Alcide thought that he would be killed by anxieties alone. Because he was weak, with so many, many problems. In fact, they were more like multitudinous quandaries. Plight. Predicament. With his stable-minded older brother in America in a human school and his mother becoming depressed. With his father earning money by doing who-knew-what. With his ugly face and stupid twig legs and how he knew he was being too nice to be a vampire. 

A cardinal chirruped in the confines of a far off tree. 

Cheer, cheer cheer. Birdie, birdie birdie.