XJimmyVonJamesX's blog: "Lost in the Dark"

She lay amidst the sheets, vacant stare, a far away expression on her pale face. I suppose is was the contrast midst the room, the red and white, the black of the curtains and bedposts, a floor that once was carpet now stained with the lifeblood of the young girl that lay before me. the wounds on her were unlike that of any animal yet the violence of the scene belied that of a human struggle that took place that is for certain. Yet of course it wouldn't have been so otherwise they wouldn't have called me.  

The Immediate certainty was that she would wake remembering the experience. Either one of joy or sorrow that was no matter but she couldn't be allowed to change free of shackles. at first I was loathe to chain a subject while they were... still mind you dead I don't know why, something in me felt that the last shred of humanity should not be torn from this coil with a cold chains binding so to this plane. the strength of a new changed was that of a hundred strong men hence the shackles now a mandate of the high council all changed would be bound in silver. it was amazing the reaction some feel that thy may die when bound in silver but in time they become numb compliant, a more manageable population the price the council claimed to be paid for eternal life.

With the passionate scream of a thousand lovers, she awoke, the desire not for blood, as were the myths, but for something more.  Something primal something dark. and yet as she looked at me through the glass I knew I was in trouble silver or no silver. she was a vampire a seductress and a new ones powers were strong yet fluctuated wildly. she walked calmly up to the glass as if she could see right through the mrror window into my soul she spoke not through the air and cords of a human voice yet a voice in my head "you feel this trinket will keep you from me my love? can you not taste the fun to be had? come with me!" she begged. "We shall run to the stars and be rid of this planet and there silver rule." I admit there was a piece of me that was tempted. a bead of sweat ran down my cheek as the girl behind the glass stared through me wailst the while she traced a circular pattern on the glass with here delicate pointer finger. "come my love..." as I turned to walk away her voice was there I didnt know if she would ever leave...I dont know if I wanted her to.