Even the darkness could not conceal her sins...
It was a pretty offer until the pact was actually made. She knew she should have consulted further. It was unlike fiction, for here there are no promises of youthful beauty, of inhuman agility, of anything she thought she would acquire. All those vampire stories, she now knows, turned out tobe false.
She cursed the day she met Dylan, or was it Doland? She's not sure of anything anymore, not even the day that she was cursing. That person, the one who infected her with this vampirism, showered her with lies. And she, being a goth girl with nothing to live for, accepted it like a romantic gesture.
It was a psychedelic process. It felt like her skin was ethereal and everything happened inside her. A kiss, a love, a bite, a drink - the very way those old stories began, she remembered. Except, the convulsions weren't as painful as she had read it. In fact it felt numb. It almost tickled, the feeling that her skin was breaking off. She realized she wasn't breathing anymore, but it did not disturbed her for it was so diffused and all she really perceived were the vibrations around her as life left her body...
Then darkness; and claustrophobia.
She could almost taste the dirt on her lips, though her tongue was dry and rough. Somebody buried her without a casket, a sack, or anything to keep the earth from her skin. She tried pulling her arms in front of her, but the earth was heavy. Instead, she used her torso to lift the soil above it, then, knowing she won't suffocate herself in the process, pushed with her face.
Luckily, her grave was shallow. She wormed her way out of the ground. For a moment, she just laid there. Above, the glistening full moon welcomed her rebirth. She wondered, despite being dead, why does she feel spent?
She stood up, and only then did she realized that she was completely naked. The dark of night which she appropriately woke up into, concealed more. As she touched her arms, she felt her skin peeling off. Beneath it, she was dry.
She explored the vast necropolis where she stood. This must have been part of the process too, she thought, to be buried beneath grave earth. Her lot was missing its tombstone. Her burial was impromptu. She then traipsed away, hoping to find her way out.
She reached a makeshift fence of barbwire. It was a little above her head. She then thought that maybe she had received powers by now, and without a second thought she jumped towards the fence. Barely half of her body reached the top, and a long thorn of wire hooked to her solar plexus. She panicked, throwing her legs upward to fall to the other side. She turned, but instead of falling, she got tangled in the wires. It was painless, but in her mind it was as excruciating. Upside down above the earth, she pulled her arms, causing long lacerations that did not spill blood. Without warning, a thump, and she was on the ground.
She found her way towards the road, mumbling about twenty kinds of curses to herself, half of it she invented along the way. The road was empty, until she saw a slow sedan on one end. She stood in the middle of the road immediately, waving her arms. The car stopped four meters away from her. The glass window was down when she reached it, and then she peered inside. The driver, a man of about forty years, suddenly changed his face from a perverted grin to utter terror.
"Your eyes... your eyes!", he desperately tried to voice out.
Somehow, her stare prevented the driver from lifting the brakes. She opened te driver's door, but then he snapped out of her stare and sped away.
She tried walking.
It was the feeling she had been expecting all night. Hunger. Hunger for something more than food. She got to a nearby town that remained unfamiliar. She stood in front of a closed store, its pane still reflecting her. And then she saw what the driver saw: her eyes glowed like crimson bulbs. Below her, a bum watched, loudly chattering in fear. She took the opportunity.
She lunged towards the freaked bum and performed what she knew vampires usually do: she bit the poor soul in the neck.
She didn't even have fangs, she noticed. She chewed the throat until she got some blood flowing. The bum struggled but failed to free himself. She sucked and felt her tongue washed. She sucked and felt her strength returned. She began recognizing the taste of it, the blood...
...And it tasted like hell.
She released the bum who quickly got up and ran. She spat and tried vomitting the rest of it out. She failed. She crawled into the sheets the bum left in front of the store.
She's being punished, isn't she? She's tortured by desire for what doesn't exist. She sinned to herself. She sinned to whatever god watched her make a mockery of herself. She's damned to feed on the worst juice in the world.
And where is her father - her maker - Dylan. Or Doland. Why did he abandoned her?
Later, the sun will shine, but that's probably not going to work. Maybe she could try anorexia. It worked well enough in life. Could she pull it off in death?
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