Embrace The Vampires

ANgela D Brown
Group ID: embracethevampires

Diary of Aphrodite: One of my immortal alter ego's. This is her journal on thoughts, feelings, personal experiences, reflections, and her love for Razial.
Entry Three:

It had been several months and the streets were run over. Every few feet was another tent. Some Jesus followers in search of salvation, others protesters who claimed this man was a blasphemer. Riots were breaking out to the point the Master had forbid us to leave the house during the night, this after one of the slaves, Nera, had been stoned when caught laying with a husband which had come to camp and await. It angered me that these people could do such a thing and yet the husband went on about his life, and no one ever even questioned why he was laying with a whore. That's the way with you mortals though isn't it? I am a thousand and hundreds of years of age and I have seen many changes in this world, but this one thing always stays the same. You always search for others to blame and punish. You are so quick to point your finger in the opposite direction of yourself.

It was already forbidden to exit during the day, we were allowed to go out at night for business and business alone, and then we were accompanied by Syndora. But that too had ceased. This was one of the few times that I actually lay eyes on the Master. He himself was "godlike". He entered the room and a sudden humbling fell over us. His bright green eyes were piercing, his head shown without a hair, and he towered the size of two average men. This day he was robed with a golden shawl. He had called us all to his living quarters to announce a decision. If things hadn't quieted within four sabbaths, a month in today's terminology, we would all be moved to Salamartia, to abide in the house of his brother. He too owned a harem, much larger than ours and of much more wealth. It made little difference to me, I was sentenced to Hell in either place, so why should I care which house I lived that Hell in?

And then came the day that Jesus arrived. The streets were in chaos trying to gather at the temple to hear his words. I had slipped outside my chamber window when I heard a voice calling "Here He comes, I can see him!". I had no room to move so I dropped to the dirt and began crawling through the crowds sea of legs. After being stepped on what seemed a hundred times, I arrived at a break, I was finally at the edge of the street. There in front of me stopped a pair of old worn sandles and calloused dirty feet. I raised my eyes to see a man standing there looking down at me. He was just a man, an ordinary man I thought. Suddenly he turned and looked at me, smiling. He had eyes that could not possess the soul of a human I thought. I felt a power that even as an immortal I have never experienced before. Then he walked away and dissappeared into the crowd, and I knew this was not an ordinary man.

When I climbed back up the wall to my window and enter my chambers, I felt as if I were a new person. This would not last forever. This was only temporary. One day this would all be behind me. Only I did not know how that would come about. I would have thought I would die by stoning, or finally be freed by some fall of my Masters house allowing me to live a full life and die of old age. I wonder,,, when my mortal being died, did that soul pass to Heaven? Or have I still the same soul and await a new death before I journey there? I would think that after being made a vampire, that my soul did go to Heaven. For I do not believe that this immortal life I have now requires a soul. God gave me life and a soul to begin with and it passed away. This life I have now is not of God or of the Devil. How ever be it, I know that this day I was saved. I know nothing of the Devil, I have never seen the Devil, I have never spoken with the Devil, he has never passed me on the street and lay hands on me. I am sure that he exists for I know that Jesus exists.

It is unusual to hear vampiretic talk of Heaven and God. Most of the vampires I have come to know do not believe in either, or dismiss it believing that we are the only immortal life there is. I suppose had it not been for my mortal experience, neither would I.

It would come to pass in the next few weeks that Jesus would work many miracles in our village and then move on to Salamartia. All was finally back to normal in the house once more. Two slaves had escaped during all of the hurriedness and once caught they were beaten near death and sentenced to confinement in the underground quarters for a year. This is the worst punishment to be handed. It would be better to take the beating throughout the year as to be a prisoner in that dark pit. And the work does not stop. You are still made to carry out your Harem duties, only in the confinement of a small chamber with little less than a bed. Here you have the business of pleasuring the deformed and vulgar. The two girls were made to live in the same small chamber and satisfy the same pervers appetites. But I would not be there when their sentence was ended.

It was a few weeks before the sentence end and the house maids were busy preparing new quarters for their dwelling, for new slaves had been taken and our rooms were full. Syndora had moved me to her quarters that we should live together to make room for the new slaves. I had been with her for several months when my Vampire encounter arose. I had loved her. There was no treatment that she was allowed that she did not ask for myself, though she could not convince the Master to take me from the back walls, I still received every luxury that was granted her, at her request. During my first year as a Vampire, I wanted to come to her desperately and bring her with me. But I did not know how. I knew nothing until Razial returned to me. I would sometimes watch from the street outside her chamber while she pleasured the Master and at times Tarianah. I would imagine that I was back there in bed with her, running my fingers through her golden hair. From the street I could catch the scent of her jasmine skin. I missed her so.

Then would come the day I would look in on her and she would not be there. I questioned a whore on the back wall of what came of Syndora, before I feasted upon her. She had been sold to a Harem in Nirhan, over some conflict between she and Tarianah. After Razial's return, it would be several years before I would see her again.

Then came news of the clan...

They were traveling east to Shelmyn to take a sea journey... They were accompanied by servants and slaves. I would try to get to Shelmyn before the clan and await their arrival. Hopefully Razial would be among them.