THE DAMNED
by CHARLES
(MANCELONA MI)
I can hear a voice echoing through the darkest recesses of my mind.
It’s a woman’s voice, cold and eerie.
Like the blistering north wind through the trees on a winter’s night.
She’s calling out to me, beckoning me to come to her.
I searched and searched but I can’t find her.
I am lost in the maze of darkness.
It’s very strange, but I can almost smell her.
Not quite sweet like perfume, almost earthy like the smell of fresh turned soil.
It’s almost as if I’m smelling death itself, so weird and so confusing yet exhilarating at the same time.
I’m not sure when it started or how long it’s been going on.
I only know that I’ve begun to look forward to the night time and sleep.
What started out as a strange dream has almost become some perverse reality.
It’s an endless obsession that occupies my every thought.
Who is she?
What does she want with me?
Where is she?
It’s the same thing every night...
That same haunting voice calling out to me
I’m no longer walking but running through a foggy maze of darkness.
Searching, yet terrified of what I will find.
‘till I sit up in bed wide awake soaked in cold sweat.
I know I must be getting closer to her. Her voice is growing louder. Her odor fills my nostrils like that of an acrid stench.
It consumes my soul with cold chills of fear. At the same time my pulse throbs with excitement. My heart is pounding in my chest, as I long to find her. The longing has grown stronger, more intense.
Darkness has come once again. I’m not even asleep yet and I can hear her voice resounding in my head. It’s so loud now, like bells ringing in a tower. I put my hands over my ears. She’s calling to me to let her in. “You have to invite me in Charlie”. She’s outside my window!
Fear grips me like a vise. I can’t move a muscle. But, somehow I slowly move forward. I draw the curtains open and there she is. Right there in front of me, hovering above the ground. The wind’s blowing through her long raven colored hair and loose fitting black gown.
She’s so beautiful. I’ve never seen such beauty in my life. I open the window to let her in. I back up as she glides across the sill and steps down to the floor.
Her lifeless black eyes are staring into mine, pulling me to her. She has ruddy red lips that seem to contrast against her opaque marble white skin. It actually seems to glow in the darkness.
It’s so eerie.
I’m scared speechless. All my instincts tell me to turn and run. Only I can’t. For some reason that I cannot explain, I feel an over whelming love for her.
She moves across the room toward me. Her lips never move yet I can hear her telling me “it’s okay”. I stand there paralyzed, frozen in the moment.
Suddenly, she sweeps me up into her arms. She has super human strength. Her touch is as cold as ice. That familiar smell of death permeates from her. Everything becomes clear as she sinks her teeth into my neck, drinking the life sustaining blood from my limp body. Draining me of all I ever was or will be. Instead of pain or fear, I feel euphoric.
Then like the fog lifting with the warming sun, I knew that I was no longer alive but also not dead. I knew all she knew and that I was hers for all of eternity. She was one of the undead.
Perhaps even death herself, a creature of the night. She was “Diana” a Vampire Queen!
She was one of the oldest of her kind and she had chosen me to become one of “The Damned”!
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