Subject: Never the same… …No more a Hippie…

To: Monte-Cristo@hunter-net.org

From: Baby_Potter_87

Hi, me soul matie and groovie FF, I need to tell ya that people who haven’t seen me in several months (which is almost everyone, except me mom) don’t recognize anymore. That’s odd, because I know myself now than I ever have. I see outwardly what must have been hidden inside for a long, long time. No more crystals or cheap and crappy Celtic trinkets. Me long red hair has been cut. If I make myself up anymore, it’s for fight deaders, not to appeal to other people. I don’t need New Age trappings or me old life to save myself. I’ve found me path, and now I need to show others the way, too. Some of them won’t go easily. That’s fine. If a little forceful persuation doesn’t help, they’ll be left behind.

There are too many people and there’s too little time…

Truly Yours

Your Fuck Friend Loreena O’Conell
Peace…
P.D.

Let’s make war to those undead bitches, and then make love to us…

Note from Samael:

Thanks to Susie,that inspired me with hers green peace crap to write this…

Truly yours

Samael
Count of Monte-Cristo

Subject: I’m going for them…

To: Monte-Cristo@hunter-net.org

From: Ultimate_Katoey

Henry, it’s me Nae, I’m in Thailand, the next is a post I found on an escorts magazine:

Glory Hole

THAILAND J-1201 Let me
fulfill all your secret needs! I
am Kopsaak, age 11, and I am
very clean and very skilled, your
perfect bottom…
I have been dead 71 years…

And sweetie, that’s not all, did ya know? the Tiger Party has turned to sorcerers to support its despotism in Bangkok. Have ya heard? Dr. Ibrahim catches da souls of dissenters and keeps them in a row of jugs in the Gubernatorial Palace.

Who has suffered? The people of Bangkok, but especially Mohd Rizal, Zaharudin and other opposition leaders, who opposed Ibrahim the “Minister-Monster” and now lie asleep in hospital beds with their souls taken out of their bodies and their resistence parties in disarray…

I’m a 20 years Katoey, I’m just an “escort”, I made my living by fucking not killing, I had never shot a gun in my whole life, and I got to kill a “souls eater” that is running all Thailand…

Where do I even Start?

Nae…

Subject: Peh Is for Paraguay

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From: Grandchild_of _a_Hero

Man, Henry, its me dawg, Jason G. when I was a Kiddo and heard my nutcase grandfather and his freakish stories about the WW2, I just think he was a sicko but, for real man, word…

When I arrived in the swamplands of Paraguay, I could see why the old Germans, the freakos that my g-dad, tracked down some time ago, chose the place. The country is naturally isolated…

Man, those freaking spider-girls, the weavers of Itagua, had woven a lacy shroud around the country, a “lapacho courtain” where those Nazis experiments had begun again. As I would learn during my brief stay, Hell didn’t die in 1945. It just learn to speak Guarani…

subject: Hey Count, A blast from your past…

To: Monte-Cristo@hunter-net.org

From: Ebony_Creole_Princess@hotmail.com

Hi hun, remember me, it’s me Krista the hot booty, ya saved from those crappy bums, two years ago, New Orleans, French Quarter, near Le Chat Noir…

Here’s a question for ya my dear count, How do ya know if ya’re going crazy or not? There’s those questionnaries for alcoholism and drug dependency, but what going full bore, batshit, out of touch with reality, NUTS???

By definition, a crazy mind isn’t working right. But the mind is the only instrument I’ve got for examing my own mind. It’s like a one handed mam trying to bandage a cut on his palm. My mind keeps tripping over itself.

SANE

1.- I still seem able to think in a logical, orderly fashion.

2.- I didn’t any suddenly recent shock that might have driven me over the edge (other than the shock of seeing hallucinations, I guess- But that’s kind of a chicken and egg question, isn’t it hun?)

3.- I had a good childhood without traumas or molestation or anything. (And thanks to ya I’m still virgin).

4.- No drugs, no booze, just the prescription stuff for my heart…( but nothing mind altering and nothing illegal)

5.- I just had a checked up, and for the usual, nothing seemed weird to the Doc…

INSANE

1.- I heard voices in my head that weren’t my own… (that’s schizophrenia to me babe…)

2.- I saw Jenny my cousin, but I know she’s been dead for 8 moths… (that sounds like a hallucination or delusions or something…)

3.- I saw Bill my brother in law, my sister’s husband, looking like a corpse…(that sounds like a hallucination too…)

Please babe, I know, that this is the way it starts? One day every is ticking a long normal and the next day ya’ re seeing ghosts & goblins popping out of your gumbo…

But things were going well, I’m the best of my class on med school at Notre Damme, why would I go crazy?

Let’s see. I guess there are 3 possibilities.

1.- I’m off my nut, having delusions. (Shit babe, even that stuff of the good daugther and brilliant med student could be a delusion! I could be locked up in a madhouse somewhere, I guess. Still, everything seems real, except for Jenny and Bill…)

2.- My reasoning mind is Ok. but for some reason I’m perceiving things that aren’t real (its like some one have changed my my heart pills, for LSD… but, if i was tripping wouldn’t everything get weird, but all looked so normal, hard edged and ok, except for Ben and Jenny, I just don’t know, actually I only trust ya, Henry…

3.- The really scary possibility: I’m sane and what I saw was real…

please baby contact me soon I need ya and your advice…

Truly yours:

Krista Faux

Man, or ya start reading this shit, or I stop written it… For Real…

Subject: Fuck ya all…

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From: Suck_me_huge_CocK_ya_bitch@hotmail.com.uk

So ya are the ones who have recently made me life so… interesting. Screwing me deals, Killing me punks, bullshit… but, good. Finding ya this way only makes the game more entertaining. Now I know who move the opposing pieces, whose wits I match. I should warn ya filthy pussy punks, that I have been at this a very long time. I may take your King, wait, it sounds better your Queen, without never knowing. Maybe I might announce me next move before it’s even made, just to watch ya bitches fret and squirm…

I know that our match will be short-lived. While your bodies seem invested with intriguing powers, that challenge my own, your freaking minds are still weak and mortal, the humanity that defines ya, drives ya, that inspires ya is also your death warrant. That’s why I abandoned mine ages ago…

Truly Yours

Big Cock Muther Fucker…

Note for the page master…

Man without input, I cannot provide a real output. Without nutrients, a flower will not bloom, the post likely to be posted on the blog will not conjure thoughtsof roses, but a free word by any other name would smell just as sweet…

E.R. Viggers aka Samael

Subject: Our Purpose

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From: Monte-Cristo

Take Back the Night My brothers and Sisters!

For centuries, supernatural powers have reigned, warring among themselves, culling the human herds and lashing out from the shadows. The creatures of the night have held court since before the dawn of history.

Nothing last forever…

From the throng of humanity, idividuals emerge who know the truth. They know monsters exist. Enough is Enough. The forces of Darkness must pay their due…

It pisses me off. Freedom’s just another word for illusion. More wool for monsters to pull over our eyes. I’m not saying people aren’t to blame for being stupid, lazy or terrible, when we act we enjoy it too much, can it? What I hate is how we’ve had a decent chance. I know plenty of good people like my Dad, who scrapped his way from nothing to give me a chance. They try and try but never get as far as they could or should. I get pissed when I think about how monsters, this things that play with people like they’re toys, might be the reason good people get nowhere. So while I’m ready to fucking skulls in, I just want to keep them off the backs or “necks” of the good people…

While i look it and feel it, I know I’m not immortal. But by God, neither are the freaks that call us Herd or Slaves!!!

Henry Viggers aka Monte-Cristo

Subject: No more for me…

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From: Lady_Cop86

Koshishi, I really need to speak with your boyfriend, ya know…  at the first time, I thought i was nuts, I didn’t mean to kill the old priest. It was a bad situation and it came down to me and the hostages, or him: I was unarmed and he had an old 12 gauge stubby shotgun! I think the thing inside was convinced it was me and the little children, but I can be quick. I knocked the gun a side and hit him as hard as I could. The sick bastard fell out a window, I heard two screams when he died: the old’s priest and another, meaner sound that send shivers down my spine. I didn’t know at the time that there was a ghost inside the old priest, making him do all that nasty stuff to the little kids. I didin’t learn the truth till later.

The Ghost must have followed me after I slipped out the back of the old Church. About 3 days later, it came back. This time it took my best friend, Lisa. She was only 5 foot tall maybe 100 pounds soaking wet. I didn’t expect to be thrown across the room. I hit hard enough  to break two ribs and the behind the dry wall. She stood with this Insane look, screaming all kind of fucked up shit about me killing her and how she was going to get me that’s when  i made the connection to the old priest…

Then the cavalry arrived, my husband Steve shot her twice, blowing her Kneecaps…

We’ve been suspended with pay until the investigation is complete. I can’t really do my other job either the force has Internal Affairs checking on us…

  

Subject: Im leaving the hunting… big bro…

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From: Haydeé85

Henry, its me Tanya, I was in Mexico City for the Day of the Dead. I wanted to see what happened down there, and if the deaders would make anything special of it, (ya know me, hun, im curious…). They did, but that’s another story.

This story is about how I got myself lost in the worst way. There parts of Mexico City where a tourist shouldn’t go, and I managed to get stuck in one when the sun was setting. I was doing  my best to stay calm when I “saw” the werewolf…

(… Tall, long brown curly hair covering his face, a handsome mother fucker covered in a leather brown trench coat…) It was sitting with two guys, some “cholo” bastards, playing a game of dice and loosing. I guess it didn’t take that to well…

When the cholos started laughing, it changed. One of them ran away, like a bitch, screaming like the Devil himself was raping his filthy ass. The other one pulled a knife and started yelling something in spanish…

(ya know i don’t speak much spanish sweetie…)

What I know is , this thing was huge. It stood in da street and howled loud enough to almost deafen me. Then it grabbed the cholo with the knife and just tore him in half. I’ve done my share of fighting zombies, but i’ve never in all my time seen something like that.

Call me stupid (i do every day, brother…) but i tried to stop it. It didn’t tear me in half, but it beat me down really bad, i dunno if it was just playing with me, it didn’t make me a scar in da face or any thing nastier…

The doctor says another six or seven months and I might be able to use my left arm again. Now im living with mom again, so ya know how to find me babe. I certainly won’t be hunting any more…

Even if I could, I don’t have the guts to face something like that again.

Truly Yours:

Your Little Sister… Tanya… 

time to write new shit…

I never would have suspect a thing if i hadn’t seen him in action. He wasn’t in great physical shape, but he tore through a whole gang of drug dealers. They shot him, cut him and hit him with bats. He barely even noticed. i saw him break a punk’s back with his bare hands. His fingers dug into the poor bastard’s thigh and chest like they were putty.

That was the first time, i saw a monster, the monster was college professor, or at least pretended to be one, i guess. Mr. Smith, He was my teacher before i left med school, before Koshishi and Reiko incident…

It was the same bastard, short and round, with almost no hair on his head, and he walked with a limp, but Mr. Smith was dead or i thought, he was dead…

It took all of the gang members and me to finally bring him down. i was the only one who survived. i swear a wound on his chest sealed shut while i watched. He never bled! i hacked into his arm and neck, too, and he never bled…

still working on a good title…

the darkness covered all the room, Koshishi note rested over hers pillows:

Dear Mom:

By the time you read this, i´’ll be gone. i’ve left with Henry. He’s not really a Columbia med student like i told you. He’s actually doing something that benefits humankind much more than medicine, but it’s something he will never receive thanks for. So he needs support. He needs me with him and i love him. i’ve withdrawn all the money from my bank account, because i don’t know when, or if i’ll come back. Please don’t try to find me, because you won’t be able to. Please don’t think i’m leaving because of you or any thing that you did. This is some thing that I must do in memory of Reiko. Maybe i can tell you all about some day. I’ll try to call you from the road. i love you and i’m sorry…

Koshishi