How the night beckons. Smells, sounds, sights. All the mundane doings of the mortal. It draws me in to remember what it was like living in their pitiful existence. Humdrum workdays, all to follow a leader that most despise. The thoughts race through my long dead mind of how they can exist this way, full of pestilence, disease, and plain old putrid existence. I feel no remorse for feeding upon the countless number of sweet morsels put here by the great ones for our consumption. Enough of my long gone thoughts of the times past, for this is a new beginning. A rebirth of myself and it is time for the hunt. Picking them out is like taking candy from a baby. Quietly gliding upon them, smelling their fear as they check behind only to see nothing but shadows and trash blowing across the deserted streets. A little scuffle just to make the pulse race a little. Oh how I love the sound of racing blood, the smell and the ever so slightly vibrations I feel from so far away. Enough playing, I can resist her luscious pulse beat no longer. I am like a rabid animal, fangs growing ever so longer, eyesight getting even sharper as everything turns red. So quickly I am upon her but instead of ravaging her, I grab her and turn her to face me, at once I am awe stricken by her beautiful ice blue eyes, her pale face, and hair darker than even the cold night I love so much. Slowly I pull her face to mine, smelling the combination of all she has to offer. So soft her voice as she pleads for me not to hurt her, and as she looks into my evil face, I can see the fear move way for amazement and intrigue.Her warmth overcomes me with a feeling I haven't know for centuries. And as I consider something I have never considered before, I know my cold dark heart wants another to share the eternity with. ,,,,,to be continued
Darkness falls, slowly I arise to embrace the sweetness of night. With shadows in the moonlight, I slowly approach her window. Peering at the beauty from outside, amongst the safety of the twilight. I feel her pulse beating , beckoning like candy to a child, how I crave the feelings of her mortal hands. Thoughts of love embrace my black heart, long forgotten lusts of mortality. An eternity of loneliness that longs to be broken, a history to be rewritten. Thoughts of her love only drive my cursed insanity deeper, like a whirlwind of chaos. Only the sight of possible futures to come can keep me from making her mine. So reluctantly I retreat to my place of solitude, the only safety my immortal soul knows, confined to the prison decaying around me, long forgotten by time. As dusk approaches I wonder before closing my colorless eyes, how long will I be able to resist the sweet nectar that flows through her pulsating veins, how long before insanity overcomes lust?Foreseeing the two outcomes, I know my only chance is to let her choose of free will But then I am the cursed!!!!
COMMENTS
-