The Curse Upon Him

Chapter 1

Damiens POV

Centuries later, in New York City

     "Another shot of vodka please." I sighed, as I said to Sam the bartender. "You know, out of all of my customers you're the only one that's polite." He answered as he handed me the shot."Why are you here, you usually only come on Saturday nights?" He asked with a look, questioning me. Even if we're just mere acquaintances, we still show some type of emotion to each other, although it may not even be true."It was a rougher day than usual." I stated."Well here's your shot." The place I'm currently at is a well-kept tavern. I would bet most people would not imagine a polished dark oak floor, miss-matched stained glass windows, dim lighting, and finally the things some beings come for. Many people would have imagined an old run-down hole in the wall, well then they were sure as hell wrong, but yes it is a hole in the wall none the less just not an I run down one. I had stumbled upon this place will walking around and due to my condition, I already knew all of the streets but not what they had in store. So that day I went to check what was in this particular building and lord behold it was a tavern. I never actually described Sam, he is a quite good looking man, but please don't get me wrong I prefer women, is 6'3, has quite a fair amount of tattoos and wears the casual bartender outfit, dark brown hair, dull grey eyes, a stubble type beard and looks as he goes to the gym three times a week, again I'm not gay. The tavern is almost full, yet not quite. This place to what I can see has a lot of beyond ordinary entities, yet no one can notice them at least that's what I believe.

     I was at my fourth beer, tenth vodka shot, and third Bloody Mary. Sadly I'm not even tipsy. This is one of the conditions I have to live with for the rest of my life, nothing now helps me to shut every single one of my memories for even a second. But don't get me wrong I do enjoy remembering all the good times, yet good times aren't supposed to last forever because in the future there are many more to come, even if my future is filled only with misery. I asked Sam if he had anything that would make me at least a bit buzzed, he complied with my request and started making a drink with such an intoxicating smell that made me start to crave it. He then handed me his weird invention, glanced at me with a devilish smile and turned away. I just glanced at the drink and thought ' To hell with it I can't even die' I chuckled at my own remark and gulped it down. As soon as I did that I closed my eyes and saw her angelic features in my mind every line burned inside of my memory. It had been centuries since I felt her calming presence just wash over me. I then quickly said to Sam " Another one of your magical inventions." He let out a chuckle and started to make another fresh batch.

     Now I'm at my eighth one and it seems this thing does have an effect on me. A drowsy feel was starting to creep up on me yet I greeted this feeling that seemed to never last enough. Suddenly I felt a sickly feeling consume me, my body reacted as if knowing what it was, I stood up and rushed to the restroom. I closed my stall door, bent over the toilet and started to vomit. This type of incident had only happened a couple of times before, yet I accepted it feeling as if I was back in my old days. After I finished vomiting my soul out, I went to the sink let the water run and started to wash my face. I reeked of that god awful stench and my throat felt as if I had swallowed million little needles. As soon as I felt my temperature go down I got out of the restroom and went to my sit. I then asked for another one of his inventions for I did not know the name of that thing and like last time I gulped it down. 

     Soon it was 11 pm, Sams's shift was about to be over and that liquids effect was long gone. So I bid him goodbye and went to my apartment. As I was making my way to the apartment complex I passed a little well-known cafe and thought about how I had not eaten in the morning (or all day for that matter), but instead drank the night away. I went to the front counter and started to read all the things they had to offer. Soon I decide on a French Roast coffee and a cinnamon roll, I then placed my order, took a seat by the front window and waited. I would say about 6 minutes passed since I told the barista my order. Just then I heard the name I put my order under getting called, so I went to go get it and left. To say this coffee and cinnamon roll was good would be an understatement, it was the best thing ever! Yet it may just be the hunger speaking, no food for long periods of time can take a toll on any being's mind, including mine. I slowly started to make my way home since I was enjoying this coffee and roll. As I got to the doors of the apartment, I started to hear crunching and slurping type noise down the alleyway I had just passed. Hoping for it to be a normal type of incident like a stabbing or gunshot type of thing so that I don't have to do any sort of thing right now because I do have my dinner type of thing right in hand. But like always my prays weren't answered.

                                                                         
Thank you for reading. Please do stay tuned to read the next chapter. Also sorry for taking so long on posting.