Dark Dance (Part I: The Beginning)

The darkness kissed my rosy cheeks. Too far from home had I strayed. But mysterious whispers, of dusk and dawn, creeping across the hills, between the trees and over the ground had made their way to my ears. And in their seductive tone, pulled me from my bed. Over barren landscape had I forged to find such a voice, to find such a seductive lover, a charmer to embrace my pure essence. But in all weary travel, I had found none. The sky was gray with clouds, like a hangover from three nights past creeping into your soul. I shivered in the wind, a crispy, howling demon on all nights but this. And it’s languid moan sent tingles up my back, almost as if someone was there watching me, waiting for the right moment… I shook it off. My father?  Despised. My mother?  Deceased. My journey?  Something a good church girl dare not do. It all, I knew it too well. To escape to another world, now that was an adventure! To live a life few have seen. I wanted so much more than such a world could offer, but, then, how was I ever to have it? A noise unheard shook me from my dreams, a noise not that of any human. I froze in shock. A cold feeling it was, full of forgotten fears percolating to the surface of a dreamy state. I felt the kiss of death upon my skin. Soft and cold was his touch, to the point of freezing, or so I thought. I turned to his face. A great beauty, like the face of Gabriel straight from a Renaissance painting. A carefully woven tapestry, he was, Full of color and life, yet dull and pale to all extremities. Such a trick upon ones eyes! I immediately fell in love. He spoke softly, choosing his words, Yet his lips did not move. “Miguel…” he sang in his rich and lustrous, Spanish voice. Left only to repetition, I could but only whisper his name in the back of my clouded mind, as clouded as the sky, as he led me away. Away to his palace… I was truly at a wonder to be in the presence of a god, A god in my sight. He seduced me, as I knew he would, his sensual lips pressed to my neck as the world flashed before my eyes. And for a girl who knew nothing, it was ecstasy. The following day held wakeful hours of grief and remorse, only to be assured death that night. I cried to as many gods as I could find to save me from such pain. A fiery ball burning in my abdomen. Full of hell’s fire, I was convinced, poisoned, condemned to die at the pyre. I knew was such my fate, But he assured me resurrection. What had I done to myself? He cradled my corpse, revealing to me his immortal liquid, from his wrist. And, pressed against my lips, I consumed such flame. Passion flowing through his body, through his veins, coercing in time with mine as it rushed into my hungry mouth, satiating my thirst, burning in my chest, as it’s poison spread across my whole being. His ecstasy, his lust, my fate. All in one, souls entwined, destined for whatever may come our way. Together, he promised, To always love me, to be my own. And he pulled his wrist from my bloodied lips. I craved more, like a suckling child grabbing for the mother’s bosom, though the mother is dry. “Be still and let the death upon you in silence” I heard him barely, my heart beat too loud, like it were to burst within my ears. And a stabbing pain crept across my torso. I screamed, and he remained, glued to my side, attentive lover, giver of the life immortal. “Come,” he beckoned, and I rose, though I was sure I had died, and I spent the night with him in his box… his coffin, in his arms. To awake the next morning to darkness, to kiss away the day… to be forever latched to the bosom of the night. Forever a creature of darkness, Forever a vampire.This one was actually written after a good response from # II elsewhere. ^_^ Written April 23rd, 2001 © on Nov 02 2001 01:19 PM PST   0 • 10