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A short
Character description:
As night lowers its mantle upon the land,
so does She arise from it -unfulfilled. And with splendid allure, Her rather
eerie presence can now be felt hereabout, shades and phantasms cannot
compare to the lure of her air.
Eyes of abyssal depth shine
with the glint of purest emeralds, reflecting light in myriads of colours,
then turn to deeper pools of black. A sigh is heard from shadows enslaved to
Her whim.
As fantasy savors the chill of Midnight, so
too does she indulge in its embrace. Hair, auburn and full -with a gleaming
silver streak, cascades down to a bare mid-back -Her risque top, woven of
crimson velvet and black leather, hides only perk breasts leaving parts of
her flat belly free, showing a delicate chain weaving through a golden belly
button ring.
Upon shapely hips,
tightly-bound leather silhouettes her legs -pantlegs, split to the sideand
laced in crosses, meet high-heel stiletto boots. About her neck she wears a
fine necklace with a ruby red stone in the shape of an eye while on her
delicate and spidery fingers she wears two rings, matching to one another.
How do you begin the story of what happened to me?
Well, let me
try...
I heard the barking of the Duke's hounds. A slight breeze
chilled my
skin to the bone. My long emerald colored gown clung useless and torn to
my body. Praying to every God I knew, I hoped I had finally escaped from
this Man who turned out to be a monster. I crouched in the dense
undergrowth, every nerve on end, every muscle tensed as I strained to
remember. If I only had known, I would have never come to this place. I
was in need of help, but who would have believed me? My body was aching
from the intense concentration. I exhaled, not even realizing that I had
been holding my breath. Sweat moistened my forehead and I absently wiped a
stray hair out of my face as it slowly made its way back down my pounding
temple. Did I really escape? My heart
skipped a beat as an owl, bursting into the night, took its flight to
catch its prey. Great swirling masses of fog, dancing eerie waltzes
through the trees, swallowed the creature as it went on its deadly deed.
Had Victor spared me? What did he mean with? "You belong to me now,
we are
going to be one!!"
I remember so clearly now, the music, the elegantly
dressed people and the mischievous gleam in my friend Felize's eyes. Her
and I were huddled in a corner, overseeing the handsome men and seductive
woman. We were no competition, but we didn't care, it was a night of
glamour and enjoyment. Then Lord Raven or also called Duke of the keep
appeared and I mean that littely. I did not see him come, but there he
was, standing right next to me. So startled I let out a scream, the other
guests turned towards us, Felize smirked while I blushed. I think, to
break the ice the Lord decided to just go and take my hand, leading me
onto the dance floor without introduction, like he knew me. Well, I don't want to go too deeply here into why so many men actually did know me, but
if I had ever seen this Lord before, I surely would have remembered.
We
intertwined like a rose bush and a strong tree and the world fell away. Oh
Lord, If this is a dream,
then never let me wake...
Felize left
with a handsome debonair, I didn't see her go, I saw no one but him. He
entertained me and I him, I swooned in his arms and he brought his lips to mine, until all of the sudden
the lips that brought such joy before
and now held extended fangs. I pushed away and his eyes held mine,
eyes of a demon, cold and emotionless. Fear clutched my heart, I
looked around for help, but everyone was looking at me with their
fangs showing and a big grin in their faces.
Oh my god what's
happening, I am trapped in this castle with monsters. I screamed and
tried to flee but the doors were blocked. My life and sanity were
hanging in the balance. Here I see an open window and I dove for it. I
fell hard from somewhere out of the first floor onto grassy ground. I
got back onto my feet and start to run, my god where is Felize?
I hope
she's not still in there. I kept running, tree branches and undergrowths were ripping on me and my gown, but I didn't seem to feel it.
I
didn't run far or fast enough, he always seemed to be near, his breath on
my cheek,
his eyes- His Eyes....
Those eyes,
orbs of black steel. I stare into them and am lost. My mind screams for release. Love- fear- panic rising all at once, flight..., but my
body does not respond. I cannot move. He is caressing my face and then
his fingers drift around my neck. His eyes so gentle but they offer me
no mercy.
Why can't I scream?
His fangs rake across my throat and
pierce my skin. I can feel blood running down my neck, then.... a
blaze of heat; rapture.
He licks my essence as it pours from those tiny
wounds on my neck and starts to drink. I cling on him like a drowning
sailor, like a lover my senses spin into the night, reaching out for
solid ground. If there is a heaven, I pray I go there soon. If there
is a hell, I know I'm there now.....
I feel my life slipping away. My
eyes are blurring; I let out one last
moan. Shutting out the world of
darkness and pain, I rise up, leaving my twisting and heaving Body.
The last sand falls through the hourglass. It is calm here;
I am at
peace....
 
 
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