From whence this hunger comes...I do not know
Raging through my veins with an urgent power
Oh senseless urge....it troubles me so
Awakening to the night....a predator flower
The beast unleashed...not able to contain
My inner self anymore
Struggling with the urge...alas in vane
Conceding to lust...on my wings I soar
Into the night whilst innocents lie
Deep in sleep and pleasant dreams
A rush of cold as I pass by
Oblivious to my needs...my wanton schemes
Dark caresses the land with a velvet cloak
Smoke from their torches brings a choke
To my dry throat, as I watch them file
Into a line, along the waters of the Nile.
They stand there chanting, to the stars above
Invisible am I, in my nocturnal glove
Praising their Gods to see them through
Mortal tribe, I gaze upon you.
Silvery moon, it licks the mighty river
Quivering lights, they make me shiver
My body so cold, and my senses high
Their passion, it stirs me, makes me sigh.
For they are one, together they belong
As for me, I sing a solitary song
They live, they die, and then they are gone
But fate decrees, I carry on..
Hear their chants, oh, hear them sing
Morning follows night, and hope it brings
Safe within their simple minds
The cosy creed, of all mankind..
Ritual complete, slowly they now depart
Back to their families, within the heart
Of what they call home, as I linger here
I wipe from my eyes a single, salt tear.
Oh blessed humans! How can you know
Your foibles and worries embrace you so
With lives of love, 'til death does greet
Your final destiny, of which you'll meet.
Ah, silence now lingers all around
The lap of the water, the only sound
Until a single scream the silence breaks
As the truth within me now awakes.
The moon she watches from the sky
As all that was human in me dies
I pick myself up from the sand
As Destiny leads me by the hand..
Tall and proud now, I stand upright
No more reason now to fight
Acceptance dawns, all fear I lack
For once I was gone, but now I am back...
Into the night my soul did fly
In the woods, a clearing, the fire is nigh
All seated around the golden flames
All as one, no need for names.
A lively figure dancing wild
Long black hair, she's natures' childe
With a knowing smile upon her face
To the night she moves, with feline grace
Standing on the edge of being
In my eyes the dance I am seeing
"Come to me...and be as one"
She beckons now, and my woes are gone
In the dance we are a pair
Dancing wildly, without a care
Two souls together, we are akin
The night it touches deep within
There stands no distance, for it has gone
As two together...now become one
From her eyes she lets me see
Walking slowly to the tree
Silence wraps me all around
As I stand there waiting, not a sound
Then He draws near so I can see
Two lovers kissing, beneath the tree
For now I stand there watching two
Sharing love that's oh so true
Knowing they'll never truly part
This fires a flame within my heart
She whispers slowly....makes a vow
The time is right, the time is now
He waits upon her for the sign
As in her wrist she slits a line
Her flesh it tingles, it flows out red
Giddiness swirling within her head
I gaze upon this night time scene
Living once more, through time that's been
He holds her close beneath the tree
Two now one, and they are free
Her wrist, she holds against the bark
The blood seeps deep, she makes her mark
The vow is done.....so now behold
Safe in his arms, her heart he holds
Forever true throughout all time
Harken the words within this rhyme
She smiles to me, her eyes aglow
"Accept the knowledge, let it flow"
By her side, a wolf so grand
She reaches out, I take her hand
Back to the dance we stride afresh
Ripped from me lifes' gloomy mesh
Time to leave, now I must part
With joyful feeling within my heart
We hug as sisters, for we are kin
Never to forget who I have been
Her smile so loving, she blows a kiss
As home again, within me bliss
The Internet is such a wonderful thing wouldn't you agree?
So many things waiting to be discovered, information at your fingertips. Then there are the less savoury sites which may not be to one's liking, but it is easy enough to avoid them. It also gives me an escape from the mundane world where I work to pay the bills and where nothing much happens out of the ordinary. Ah, but I digress. This is about my quest and what my curiosity eventually led me to discover.
I awoke around 10pm to the sound of the newscaster's voice on the television describing how another armed robbery had occurred in the City and police were looking for two suspects. What was this world coming to?
I got up and made myself a fresh cup of coffee and lit a cigarette. I realised that I smoked too much but it was no wonder really, my mind seemed to be in a permanent state of chaos. I decided maybe it was better that I discontinued my search for a while and concentrate on the mundane things in life before I totally lost all my sanity!
A bleep from my mobile phone brought me out of my thoughts. One of my Internet friends had texted me, asking me to log on and join them in chat. Well, no sooner said than done!
I entered the chat room; the usual crowd were there, discussing the latest Vampire movie release. I had not got round to watching that particular movie yet but those that had watched it were giving it rave reviews. I made a mental note to go to the cinema and watch it. One could pick up various bits of information in chat like the new releases in books and films.
The chatroom began to get busy, quite a few names had appeared that I didn't recognise, but this was quite normal as people found their way via search engines etc.
I received a private message from my friend Sonya, asking if I had had any weird dreams lately, and then she related to me a dream she had experienced. I read her words but I couldn't concentrate, my mind was wandering. I commented as much as I could, trying my best to give an interpretation but it was difficult.
Another private message flashed on my screen from someone I had noticed in the chatroom a few times before. He didn't join in the conversations that much but did like to express his opinions on certain topics.
He enquired how I was and if I would care to join him in conversation. Of course I accepted his invitation as I wished to know more about him. I had found this person most interesting, but he had not revealed much about his personal life. Sonya had rejoined the chatroom so it meant I could have a one on one conversation with my newfound friend.
I found myself intrigued by the stranger's choice of username - XVII. I had asked him a few times in the chatroom why such an unusual name, but he had never replied. I now took the liberty of asking him again why the choice of username. He said it wasn't really relevant and that I could refer to him by his real name, which was Alain.
During the course of our conversation Alain divulged to me that he was currently residing in London, although he had not been born and bred there. He had an interest in the Arts, especially literature, and it was this that had sparked his interest in me. He caused me to blush slightly when he complimented me on my style of writing. Apparently I had touched a nerve deep within him. He even went so far as to say he felt like he already knew me. I laughed it off. After all we had barely spoken to each other and I myself didn't know who I was anymore. I tried to change the subject.
****
After an hour or so of chatting, Alain brought up the subject of Immortal Vampires and wanted to know my opinion on the matter. With intrepidation I told him that yes I did believe and waited for him to ridicule my view. To my surprise he was very courteous and went so far as to say Immortals did exist. Finally it seemed that I had found someone who had the same beliefs as me.
It was then that he told me the origin behind his username XVII. According to him it was the century that he was turned into a Vampire. Well, alarm bells began to ring in my head, followed by disappointment. Another role player! I went so far as to call him this and was about to block him, but he begged me to listen to what he had to say. I suppose I took pity on him, plus up until now he had seemed quite levelheaded, so I gave him the chance to explain himself. Already in my mind I had a picture of some young lonely teenage dude with nothing better to do with his time than pretend to be something he was not.
His next sentence bored through my very soul like fire, when he said that he had heard my call to the nocturnal ones last night! There was no possible way on this earth that anyone could know that, I had kept it to myself. My heart was beating fast, now it seemed I WAS losing all my sanity!
He asked me why I was so quiet when, after all, it was me who had sought the knowledge. If truth were known I had expected to have my belief shattered, not verified, and the very notion of this knowledge being fact was hard to grasp, and rather scary. Alain implored me to calm down and to think logically. He didn't want to scare me away and knew that I was a strong enough person to be able to grasp this truth.
After a few minutes, which to me seemed like an eternity, my anxiety abated a little and I was able to converse with him again. Well, most interesting the conversation was!
It seemed that I was now finally getting the proof that I had searched for all these years. I asked him why me? Of all the people he must have spoken to, why me? Why not, he answered. My words had reached deep within him and piqued his interest. Not many people had managed to do that before, he explained.
We chatted for another couple of hours before he mentioned that I must be tired and suggested that I go get some sleep. I began to despair but he assured me that this would not be the last conversation we would have, and that we would speak again and soon. I had to admit, tiredness had crept up on me so I reluctantly bid farewell to him. Just as I was about to go he surprised me yet again with his comment on how it wasn't wise to go without food after a hard day's work! I stared at the screen in disbelief! Then Alain was gone.
After saying goodnight to Sonya I logged off and got into bed. I was in a state of excitement and shock, finding it hard to relax. The cat jumped up beside me and I lay there stroking her, telling her all about the conversation I had had with Alain. I convinced myself that he was just a role-player and I was too old to believe such things as he had told me. My mind had become biased; even though I sought proof of Immortals my conscience was telling me I was silly to believe in such things. The cat purred as I stroked her luscious fur and the purring lulled me into a deep sleep.
****
Such a nice feeling having someone stroke your hair, oh don't stop... What?!
I awoke with a start. I felt a finger on my mouth and a voice telling me to hush. A figure was standing by my bed and smiling down at me. I sat up quickly, begging him not to hurt me. An intruder in my bedroom, panic gripped me! I felt vulnerable and very afraid. My eyes searched for my mobile phone in the darkness. In a soft mesmerising tone he told me I had no reason to fear him. Alain? I asked, and I could just make out him nodding in answer.
Okay, now I knew I was truly insane! I rubbed my eyes thinking surely I must be dreaming. Still he stood there. I stared at him, trying to see what he looked like. He switched on the lamp by my bed.
Such a beautiful creature... tall, slender. Long sleek black hair with a tint of auburn, and vibrant blue eyes. One could drown in those eyes! He sat down on my bed and took hold of my hand. A pulse not unlike electricity shot through my body. I was in a state of awe and fear. He leaned over and held me to him. Tears appeared in my eyes. He gently cupped my face in his hands and kissed me slowly yet passionately. This ignited a flame deep within my soul. I felt such love and longing for him. Fear was replaced with yearning.
This beautiful being who was so enchanting to me, whom I had known only via the internet, suddenly seemed to have been with me all my life.
He kissed my hand and whispered in my ear that he wanted me with him always. Patiently he gazed into my eyes, awaiting my answer. I could not make a sound, this was so unbelievable! I heard a voice say yes to him and realised it was my voice! He smiled. He began to undress revealing the most perfect body and got into bed beside me. Surely this was just a vivid dream, it couldn't be real!
At first I tried to resist his advances, but it felt so right. We held each other close for a while, sharing passionate kisses, and then made passionate unadulterated love. In the throes of passion he bit deep into my neck and the transformation began. My fate was sealed. I will not divulge the details of this change, as I believe it too personal to share. It is for my memory only and I guard it with my very soul. The rest, as they say, is history...
****
Four years now I have been with my Alain, he has been a perfect lover and mentor to me. He knows me inside out and gives me full reign, knowing I enjoy the game of cat and mouse!
So beware if you befriend me, I am not as kind as my maker. I love him dearly, for all eternity, but he knows I have needs and does not stand in my way.
It is surprising whom you encounter via the Internet, and there are a lot of unwary folk just waiting for my kiss...
The clock chimed the hour. She came back to reality with a jolt. Oh my God, was THAT the time?! It was now 11pm and the night had drawn in, the dark velvet evening beckoning at her window. She gazed through the glass, into the darkness. Not a sound nor movement reached her senses. It was as if time itself did not exist, the still night air disclosing no secrets. A shiver played through her body, from whence it came she did not know. She sighed, and turned away from the window. So bored, so restless......Again she shivered, not through coldness, something else. Some feeling alien to her, yet one that she was familiar with. She turned back to the window, her eyes penetrating the darkness...nothing. Just a dark velvety void, like a huge cloak embracing the world. The only sign of life being the distant barking of a dog, echoing in the stillness. A faint glow on the footpath coming from the house over the road, a cat making it's feline way to the fields that lay two blocks down. Off to catch a mouse or two, no doubt. She smiled as she imagined she was the cat.
After checking the doors and windows were secure, she turned off the living room light and made her way upstairs. Normally she would sit and read in bed for a while, but not tonight. She needed to relax, to recharge her batteries. It had been quite a stressful day, even though she had not risen from her bed until 2-30pm. So now she would lie in the darkness and await sleep to find her.
*****
Quickly he walked over the lawn so as not to make a noise on the gravelly path. To his relief there was no one about and the streetlamp did not illuminate the garden. Silently he approached the window and carefully looked through the glass. The thick curtains gave away nothing but he could see there was no sign of life. He checked the window latch, just as he expected, it was securely locked. He made his way round to the back of the house. Picking up a small stone he tossed it onto the back lawn. No security light, good. He would not be seen as he checked the windows. He sniggered to himself as he recalled the nickname the papers had given him - The Night Prowler. Finally he had found fame, though he could not boast about it, for that would lead to his capture. In fact he had been meticulous in covering his tracks, his victims ceased to be a threat to his identity after he bled the life out of them, oh and what pleasure he took in his little 'hobby'.
Job satisfaction...pleasure and pain...sexual ecstasy!! How many was it now? He had lost count. Ah yes, this would be number six. And what a stunner! He was getting horny just thinking about the things he was going to inflict upon her. He loved having them at his mercy, begging him to not hurt them, hearing them promise not to tell if he would just leave them alone. Ha! Liars all of them, little slut bitches! He wasn't gullible enough to believe them! But what delight he got, tasting their fear, tasting the sweat on their flesh...and....tasting the blood.....
The window gave way with a barely audible click. He had mastered this little trick after much practice, and each time it became easier for him. Swiftly he loosened the latch from it's casing, opening the window wide enough for him to get through. Carefully he pulled himself over the stainless steel sink, landing silently on the carpeted floor.
This bitch was tidy, no pots on the drainer for him to knock over by accident. He sniffed the air, the aroma of coffee lingered in the room.
Finding the door to the main hall he opened it slowly, it creaked slightly. He froze, listening for any movement coming from upstairs, his heart beating so loud it felt as if it would jump out of his chest. Not a sound. After he was certain that he had not been heard he walked towards the stairs. One by one he climbed them, placing his feet toward the side of each stair, lessening the chance of squeaking floorboards. After what seemed an eternity he reached the top landing. His jeans becoming tighter around the crotch area as excitement and lust built up inside him. He loved this feeling of anticipation, the thrill of the struggle that would come. The conquering of the bitch, the dirtiness of the rape....the killing. He revelled in the godly power of deciding his victim's fate. He was death itself.
Slowly the door opened as he cautiously pushed it, and he crept silently into the bedroom. She slept, ignorant to his presence. Nearer he moved to the bed, to the sleeping beauty. Must not wake her just yet. He studied the sleeping form, her chest rising with every breath. The peacefulness in her expression as dreams enveloped her within them. But most of all he liked the look of sheer terror when the light from his torch shone brightly in their eyes awakening them with a start, as the realised the danger of his presence. Of course they would try to scream, well, who wouldn't? But by that time he would have his gloved hand over their mouth, stifling the sound to a murmur.
Look at her hair, long black tresses spread upon the pillow, nestling against her shoulders and neck. So black her hair, contrasting with the whiteness of the bedding. Framing her beautiful sleeping face that holds the trace of a smile. Long black eyelashes, barely visible in the dark. Her chest rising slowly as she dreams that which he is not privvy to. He leans closer, taking in her scent...scent of a woman...scent of a bitch!
*****
The light stings her eyes. Sudden realisation she is not alone. She opens her mouth to scream and tastes the fabric of his glove. Her hands claw at the intruder but to no avail. He has her firmly pinned on the bed. Eventually she ceases her struggle, waits motionless for his next move. He grins and moves his free hand to her chest, groping at her breasts. Then he reaches into the pocket of his jacket and pulls out a flick knife, enabling the blade. She stares at the knife with fear. Removing his hand from her mouth, he threatens to slit her throat if she makes a sound. She remains quiet. He brings both hands to her chest, noticing the speed of her breath due to fear. He tugs at the night dress that covers her modesty, ripping the material to reveal her firm breasts. Ooh, he feels good! He heavily gropes the flesh, relishing the feel of this young woman's body beneath him. He could taste her fear, his arousal growing, he savours the power he holds over this his victim. He stands up and grabs her by the hair, pulling her roughly from the bed. She stumbles as he yanks her hair. Pain soaring through her body. She gets to her feet, standing shakily before him. Their eyes meet....
"Beg me to stop then Bitch!"
She opens her mouth as if to say something. He grins sadistically. His grip on her hair tightens and he takes great delight in watching her wince.
With his free hand he fumbles at his jeans, undoing the button and pulling down the zip. He pulls her down to a kneeling position, her face in line with his crotch. His manhood standing proud and hard before her. He shoves it in her mouth, causing her to gag.
"Suck bitch!" he demands, holding the knife to the side of her face.
As she closes her lips around it he smiles, enjoying the warmth of her mouth around him. He holds her head as he shoves it further into the wet mouth, her lips sucking hard. He was near to coming, she was good. He releases the grip on her head, holding her by the shoulders now. This was pure pleasure. He feels the orgasm building up and the release of his juice into her mouth. Ha! The little slut, she's lapping it up!
Her tongue licks greedily, sending shivers through his body. He doesn't want this to end. Pleasure...such pleasure...and...pain!! His head swims with ecstasy and confusion. She laps at him, sucking greedily. He looks down at her, tries to pull her away. She fights to keep him in her mouth. With some force he manages to dislodge her. As her head falls back he can make out a smudge on her mouth. He strains to focus in the dark. The little slut was smirking and he could feel her nails digging into the flesh of his hips. He tugs her hair violently causing her to release the hold on his body. Looking down to the source of the pain he gasps with disbelief! She has bitten deep into his manhood, blood seeps from the wound. The smudge on her lips is his blood!
"You fucking bitch, I'm gonna cut you slowly and watch you die a painful fucking death!"
He reaches for the flick knife which has fell on the bed, raises it in the air, the sharp blade eager for the cut. Just as the blade is about to make contact with her face she struggles against him with superhuman strength, resulting in him falling backward onto the bed. With feline agility she grabs the knife and straddles the stunned intruder, pinning him to the bed. She grins, then laughs. He feels pain on the inside of his arm, as the blade which she now possesses connects with his flesh. He tries not to scream but a scream escapes from his lips nontheless. Again she laughs. Tears stream from his eyes. The tables had definately been turned and he was no longer the predator. The blade strikes again, leaving a crimson gash across his cheek. She stares at the crimson stream that is oozing from his wound, then she licks at his blood. He begins to struggle. He hair flies back like wild black fire as she lifts her head. Looking into his eyes she sees the panic and terror that grips this wretched creature.
"Aw...and I thought you wanted to play!" She says seductively.
The intruder screams obscenities, struggling against her, but to no avail. She slashes the other cheek. He begins to sob like a baby.
She dips her finger in the fresh wound then wipes her finger across his mouth.
"Taste it....I thought you liked blood"
He gags, spitting the blood from his lips.
The black jumper he is wearing gives way easily to the razor sharp blade, revealing his trembling chest. Her fingernails dig into his flesh yet again as she drags her hand down his torso to his opened jeans. She looks down at his genital area, smiling at the bloody mess she has caused. She raises the knife, and licks the blade. Her eyes glow as she studies his body, a look of menace upon her face. By now his obscenities have become pleas, but they are falling on death ears.
"Tut, tut....haven't you been a bady boy then?"
A sickening scream pierces the air as the blade slices through his nipple. Her mouth covers the wound that had once been his nipple, he could feel the sucking motion of her mouth. His brain is fighting to understand what is happening to him. No way could this be happening! He prays to god for forgiveness and escape, words tumbling unheard from his mouth. Trembling voice, lost in the terror that was his lot. She laughs again, slashing deeply across his right shoulder. Blood seeps, wet and hot, pulsing with every erratic heartbeat. Her tongue caresses her lips at the sight of the tempting red nectar. He is hardly recognisable now and is growing weaker by the minute. She slaps his cheek.
"Manners boy! One must not fall asleep whist entertaining a lady"
Laughter echoes in his ears as dizziness sweeps over him. His salty tears mingling with the blood from his cheeks. There is nothing he can do, his strength is leaving him. The room seems to grow even darker, he is sinking deep into nothingness. Another slap, more pain. She shakes him back to his terrible reality. With great effort he forces a word from his mouth...
"Bitch!"
She slashes him again.
"You're boring me now, you're no fun!"
Then her mouth is on his gaping shoulder, sucking greedily once again at his blood.
The pain is disappearing as his body is succumbing to the sucking sensation, sinking into oblivion. He feels the pull in his veins, strange feeling. His mind is closing down with the echo of logic screaming at him to break free. Yes, he must, imperative to do so. Yes, okay, in a minute. He is enveloped in sensations he has never encountered before and it feels too good to stop. Better than an orgasm, better than drugs. Deep in his mind he senses he is dying, but hey, what a way to go?! Floating, drifting into....what?!
*****
She takes a breath, blood taste in her mouth. God, she feels good! Not had a proper feed for ages, now she has taken her fill. She lifts his eyelid with her finger. Yes, he's gone. Glassy lifeless eye staring back at her. Oh well, very enjoyable evening indeed.
Leaving the lifeless body on the bed she takes a shower, cleansing the sticky blood from her flesh. The soapy water tinted with red as it trickles down the plughole. When every trace of the kill had been scrubbed away she dons fresh clothes.
The back door closes firmly behind her, leaving the house looking untouched. The only sign of a break in being the window he had used to gain entry. The very same one she had used earlier that evening.
Her instincts had served her well. The house would lie empty for another week, the owners taking a vacation abroad. Stroke of luck really, she had overheard the neighbours chatting about their friends going away for a while, and had decided to take the opportunity to 'get away from it all' herself. Not to mention she had to lie low for a while, as if disappear before the police caught up with her. She had been a little careless with her hunt in the last town she had visited. Half way through feeding some stupid imbecile man with a dog had interrupted her. Suffice it to say a quick exit was called for!
Finding the vacant house, she had let herself in through the back window, her intentions being to rest for the night before leaving the country the following day. It came as a nice bonus when that sad little man had decided to follow her 'home' and have her for his next victim. Couldn't have happened at a more opportune time, a nice meal before her journey.
She would love to be a fly on the wall when the houseowners got home next week and they were greeted with the sight of the carnage carried out in their house! Anyway, the way she saw it, she had done womankind a favour....
Walking down the road her step was light and her smile bright as she set off for her next destination.
All writing and art © Sirene de Nuit.