The Story of a Vampire
In this coffin lay me down -- Let my spirit rest;
And upon your sweet return grant my last request.
Long my footsteps wandered here in the dark of night;
It has been eight hundred years since I glimpsed the light.
Lately in this solitude I have sought a clue
As to why I torture my deadened heart with you.
What good is the lovely night for eternity
If my dearest love will die and abandon me?
This, my safe, my darkened tomb forces us apart;
Kiss me, Love, then drive the stake through my broken heart.
These are the words that course threw my mind as I remember that fateful night. The night that you turned me into what I am. The night you turned my mortality in for immortality without my consent. The night I became something I had never heard of. A creature of the night. No longer a human being. I am now something that is undead living among those with a pulse!
It was the night of my best friends dbutante ball. We didn't have the money for the beautiful gowns that we kept seeing in the windows of the new dress shops in town. I had worked hours on my dress to make it as beautiful as the new upcoming fashions that we would see at the party. My mother cried when I put it on. It was almost to snug around my breasts, too lose around my waist, but with the swags on the dress that hung from the waist pulled just the right places to make it seem as if it was a perfect fit. It hung to the floor, hiding my shoes. My maid did my hair in an up-do fashion and my make up in a more natural look that very few women did when they painted their faces for events such as this. I did not recognize the reflection I saw in the mirror, gone was the child I was that morning and here was the woman I was about to become. What I did not know what that it would be you. The man that I had admired from afar for the last 2 yrs. You, that only came out when the sun was down.
I arrived at the party a few minutes late, the first waltz had already begun. I saw you across the room. You started my way. I didn't know what to do. Should I run? Should I hide? Should I stay put and see if it was me you were walking toward or was it my imagination? I didn't know. but I didn't have time to do anything but think. As I started to turn away you tapped my shoulder slightly. "May I have this dance?" My knees started to buckle. Oh God, he's really talking to me...wait he asked me to what?!.....DANCE? As if my mouth had a mind of its own I heard myself saying "I would love to dance with you!" My heart skipped a beat when your hand took mine and lead me to the dance floor. The dance ended way to quickly.
You walked me out to the garden. We walked for what seemed like hours even though it was only a few minutes. You told me so much about yourself. You were everything a girl could imagine. Everything I ever thought you were, you seemed to be. Until you took my innocence, in every sense of the word, in the back of the flower garden with your hypnotic eyes and seductive words. So caught up in the passion I never even noticed you take off my clothing. I never heard the buttons, that I had spent many painstaking hours putting on the back, fall to the ground. I never heard the him rip, the lace shred beneath your not so gentle touch. You took what belonged to my husband to be, whomever he be, with your soft lips and understanding eyes.
You took my life when you entered me. You bite me when I was in pain. I never noticed the skin break. I just felt the pleasure from the pressure. You turned me into you when I climaxed and you held your wrist to my mouth and told me that we needed to be quiet if we did not want to be caught. You told me to bite down if I needed to, to stay silent. I bit down, hard. I tasted the blood. The metallic taste was tranquil. You told me to drink my fill. I couldn't seem to get enough of you. Then all at once you were gone. A pile of ash on the ground. A painful cry fell from my lips. I didn't know what to do and 800 years later I still dot know what to do. I go threw the motions, never feeling never knowing anyone but you. One day I will step into the sunlight and feel its warmth one last time as I turn to ashes on the horizon.
