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| Angels Love
and Angels Cry.. Angels Fall and Angels Die.. |
| Upon entering the room, you smell the musty odour of centuries of existence. Peering forward into the darkness you lift your lantern hoping to light they way. But the darkness is impenetrable. Unsure of why, but like a moth drawn to the flame, you proceed into the room. The stillness, the darkness, the feelings of dread overwhelming |
| The only sounds are the crunch of your shoes on the hard stone floor, your breathng, and the beat of your heart. You pause for a moment and lean up against the wall to wipe the sweat from your forehead. It's damnably hot. You feel it trickling down your back like icy fingers of death, causing you to shiver in this stuffy humid place. After a pause you continue, step after step on your journey into the depths of pure despair.
A change in the air, a subtle change, detectable only by the feelings that race through your body, the hair on your neck tingling, your heartbeat quickening, dryness coating your throat making it almost impossible to swallow. The sensation of being watched. Raising your guard you still proceed. The vast room suddenly seeming too small, the light extinguishing itself. The wall suddenly before you. You feel its dampness against your palm. Using both hands you proceed to inch your way into the murkiness that is your destiny |
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| But wait !!..thats strange. Where is the vampire? You look frantically about you, upwards, to the sides of the dark room. Panic grips you. Your heart leaps to your throat nearly choking you, as icy bolts of pure fear cause you to gasp at their intensity. Some instinct tells your stunned brain to move your legs, to run. But yet you stand as still as a marble statue. You glance wildly about you awaiting your fate. Your destiny is at hand. Rivulets of sweat drench your brow, seeping down your face into your eyes stinging them.
A noise coming from behind the wall somewhere beside you. The walls seem to vibrate, and suddenly ! They are here, Your destiny.. Your nightmare.. Your fate |
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| Very wearily your eyes adjust to the shadows that wrapped around you like a heavy cloak then suddenly glowing red, snake like eyes approach you, but before a scream could leave your drying lips you foolishly realize that it was only a portrait, moving in closer you stopped and began staring.
Then within seconds you found yourself unable to move breath or scream when the hand of death caressed your neck and a male voice echoed through you like a never ending madness. "Welcome my dear to the secret of the vampire?." The man whispers softly in your ear. |
| ~~Demons dance upon my shoulders.
One is of good, virture, prosperity; The other of evil and despondency; Reflections of life, and images of the soul.~~ |
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