 
I still reminisce on the day I became a vampire, it feels like it was only a few weeks past, but the weeks number in the thousands and the years in the hundreds. 1756.. the leather whip cracked my flesh open as I hung tied in between two wooden poles in the front yard of the plantation surrounded by a crowd of eager eyes that watched my agony and torment. As my nerves rattled with pain at each crack of the whip, the pain was followed by the sudden cool of red blood on my skin that dried quickly from the heat of the sun, its rays beating on my dark skin with an intensity that the whip couldn't match. "That’s right niggger! "
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The Sun was setting on the horizon of the western plains and hills of Spain, a terrible battle was taking place under the fading rays that gleamed off the armor and helms of the participants in the madness. The green grass that covered the hills as far as the eye could see was painted maroon with the blood and organs of fallen soldiers and steeds. Beautiful flowers worth the preparation of a bouquet were trampled into the dirt and smothered by the corpses of Spaniard knights and Moorish soldiers ."my lord ! we have lost all ground on the left flank of the battlefield, they have almost completely overwhelmed Captain Julio" yelled a low level lieutenant to the Spaniard army main leader. " Then gather 100 of your best men and go on the outside of the left field and rush those bastards from their shoulder!" roared back his commander who was nearby him on horseback, he was struggling with directing his animal out of the center of the battle as he yelled orders and lead repeated charges against their foes, his silver breastplate was dented from all sides and sliced open in the middle from the keen blade of one of their merciless foes that had nearly got the best of him. 
I awoke from my deep slumber six hours past midnight. I rubbed my eyes and stared at the golden jewelry engraved and living black granite ceiling above my head for a few seconds. I stirred and felt the weight of anothers body on me and looked to my left, on my chest was spread out the long black hair of a blue skinned beautiful nymph that slept with her arms wrapped around my torso, Poseidon had sent her to my palace as messenger about one of his games taking place soon . I thought her blue skin and black sand hair quite exquisite and persuaded her to stay. I tapped her slightly on her shoulder to wake her up, she opened her eyes slowly and tilted her head to meet my golden gaze, a smile opened on her beautiful face “Good morning lord” she said “ I have to get up now “ I said “ “ Oh no my love “tightened her arms around my chest and closed her eyes  betweend the tall huts of mud and brick
in the the middle of streets where wait drug dealers snd pistol wielders, you hear sound of drums descending mixed with the tones of little guitars. In the wallet these men are worth nothing but in the ghetto their known as stars because none else can make instruments weep like they can. It is the pathway of the sambista, the Griot and favela teacher, the pathway of Joao gilberto, Arlindo Cruz, Cartola, jorge Aragão, beth carvalho and Fundo De Quintal. |
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