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Grave Mistakes (repost) |
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DreamEvil Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 2396 |
Passion is a mistake, the gravest, it died in me the night I took her life, not in hunger or a fight to survive, but simply to make her mine. I didn’t intend to drain her dry, but then you know, I never could control the high. I think it only fair to start with the beating of my cold, dead, heart. Those of you who have read what came before will have to tell the others, I can’t bear it anymore. Suffice it to say, I sent my minions to follow her during the day, watching her as she went to pray. Never believing and always deceiving, I feel so hollow. My ravening rats followed her home where she entered the house with quiet care. Therein they heard a slap and fevered moan, it seems her husband was home. They smelled the spoor of a nocturnal Beast, a common creature with a need only to feed. Slowly they crept away from there, returning to my side, in their lair. Puzzling as it was, my attraction to her I mean, I found deeper satisfaction in contemplating the murder of her mate whom I had come to violently hate. Pacing the ceiling of my dingy cell, with wonder and a clap like thunder, my dead heart began to quiver, unleashing a river of feeling that tore me asunder. Then and there I made myself swear, I would have her by my side, or fry trying. I can only compare the feeling of being lost to the ecstasy of being brought across. The moment I felt the sun go down, I headed out, traveling below ground. The subway is faster. I felt a chill creep down my spine like a prelude to disaster. Faster my heart screamed to me, forgetting my imposed social invisibility, I took to the air desperately trying to keep my love from anymore crying. My minions arrived long before I. They crept inside, what I saw through their eyes horrified even me. The ravening Beast was he! Glorious murder, I shouted with glee. He had beaten her down onto her knees, split her lip, knocked out her teeth. He began to change before her eyes, losing his human disguise, a werewolf you see. My rage knew no bounds as I settled to the ground, determined to stop his feast. When I crashed through the door, the beast was covered in gore from the one I adore. Ever see a vampire enraged, probably not, you wouldn’t have survived it. Heart in a cage, luminous eyes, as the bloodlust rises. Even through the haze, the scent of her blood amazes me. The slavering Beast stood tall at six feet, blood dripping from his maw. I must’ve just missed the Change from the wet fur and deranged glare, her at his feet. My minions and the denizens of the Dark, began advancing as the Beast began prancing around her still form. My senses told me all was not lost, f or her blood was still warm. Advancing my way to defend his prey, the Beast didn’t reckon the force of my obsession. He blew past the rats turning his back on his possession. I roared with glee as he came for me, but out the window he went, I barely caught his scent. My broken love moved even me to ponderous pity I cradled my broken love in my arms, faintly, so faintly I could hear her heart, gently I tossed her head to the side, then drove in my fangs, to bring her across. Her blood was like fire, burning it’s way into each vein. Mounting desire held sway as every last drop of that drug I did drain. Ending her pain my only refrain. Horrified by what I had done, my withered heart broke and starting to choke back bloody tears, I ran for the Sun to burn away all of these, hopeless fears. From the crumpled shell of her arose a warming glow so like the Sun, yet unknown to me that I froze on the threshold of oblivion, the newborn Sun. It slowly coalesced, spirit, delusion, heavenly host, I did not know. It became HER, as a ghost. I huddled and tried to hide, tried not to show my fear of her unearthly glow. She reached down to fondle my hair, in a voice like a whisper she said, “There, there, nothing is wrong. My pain is all gone. I’ve come back to be with thee.” The Beast still is in flight, for I put out the word on the network of Night, any who aid him will share his plight. The thought of him free, drives me berserk. I sit upon my throne of stone, brooding on my gravest mistake, it was passion you see that took my love from me. I took her life, and though by my side for eternity, she will never be my wife. ©1999 DreamEvil ------------------ Now and forever, my heart hears ~one voice~. DreamEvil© |
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Systematic Decay Senior Member
since 1999-09-15
Posts 1301That place with padded walls and funny people in white......... |
This is so heartbreaking...but wonderful, my friend. ------------------ Thinking is just what a great many people think they are doing when they are merely rearranging their predjudices. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
DE, Your ability goes beyond my megear praise. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
You certainly weave a fascinating tale! This sounds like the movies that my husband loves to watch over and over and over again! Very well done, Dream. ------------------ Denise |
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caroline Senior Member
since 1999-08-16
Posts 1218http://members.xoom.com/belladona123/index.htm |
It is indeed fascinating, my friend. Bravo...this keeps one on the edge of the chair  ------------------ "Tread softly, for I have spread my dreams under your feet"~~William Butler Yeats |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap |
I have no words to express the value of this piece. A tale well told, my friend. --Kess ------------------ You cannot choose the way of your death, but the path you choose will determine its own end. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Indeed, you are the wordsmith. Michael |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Compelling ! ------------------ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Ohme Senior Member
since 1999-07-17
Posts 816Texas |
Very nice DE. Enjoyed this one very much. ------------------ I look forward to tomorrow, while looking back on the past. But today is the day I am living. And I expect it to be a great day! |
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DreamEvil Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 2396 |
'Tis an old effort I brought back in hopes of resurrecting my failing desire to write. ------------------ Now and forever, my heart hears ~one voice~. DreamEvil© |
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Serain Junior Member
since 1999-10-16
Posts 17Gresham, OR |
'tis whatever.... |
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