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no title...written from a dream....unfinished
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no title...written from a dream....unfinished |
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Enotneicna Member
since 1999-06-06
Posts 340Oakland, Or, USA 
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I had a dream (nightmare)and it was so vivid that I wrote it down and it came out in poetry form....then i decided to continue and write a short story con tinuing and elaborating on the poem....so the poem is the prologue....and then I have Part 1...so far as i've gotten......i have never done anything like this so any input would be muchly appreciated......I wasn't sure if this si whereI should post this.....but....here goes...... Prologue the lair....... a labyrinth of mediaeval catacombs beneath the city dark, gloomy, fetid ..... a place where sunlight can’t penetrate there are gothic railings at stairways, moldings and carvings of gargoyles and Celtic knots as well as stained glass that adorn walls and passageways This is where we rest. vampires they call us ancient, perpetual youth..... terribly beautiful in face and body voracious in hunger..... eager for the nocturnal hunt we wake there is a danger that the lair will be found it is and they come with torches and burn and burn and burn I hide..... in a secret shaft behind a carved circle of knots I can smell the burning flesh and hair the acrid fumes creep into my hideaway burn into my nostrils and scorch my eyes I don’t want to come out. I stay till hunger drives me everything is blackened, I can make out some forms, bodies of the others like me, they will never rise to hunt again sounds come through the tunnels no time to make it back to my hiding place so I slide between a drapery and a wall and wait. voices and hissing.... those who rested elsewhere are returning I can hear them sniffing the sour air of the lair and a shuffling sound the curtain is snatched back and they close in on me inhaling my scent, hissing I hiss back and claw my way through their ranks tell them what happened...... about the creature that can smell out our kind and about the townsfolk who came with torches we leave to find a new den an old abandoned factory with the windows painted over black Those who are unfortunate enough to stumble upon us never leave I walk the floors at times and watch my companions feeding some are little more than animals themselves when the hunger takes them attacking horrendously ravaging sexually and then ripping flesh to feed with others as with myself it is an art...... the intense stare, hypnotizing the subtle taste of salt on the lips..... the sound of blood pulsing through veins the complete surrender of the victim and then the taste of sweet warm blood there is always the danger from this four-legged creature that can sniff us out care has to be taken when venturing away from our hideaway I find myself walking through streets unfamiliar and upon turning a corner find myself face to face with this creature eyes glazed......lips pulled back in a snarl......growling menacingly I shroud myself in shadow and become what these humans call invisible this shadow is another dimension not merely making oneself unseeable therefore my scent vanishes into shadow with me and the growling ceases. perceptions such as sight here are a living negative and as I look around this place of shadow I see others ....so many others.. some move in the blink of an eye... others in slow motion.... some are like me others are not. With those of my kind who chose to feed here it is not the same..... feeding here is a drawing of energy from the victim not living essence. Part 1 The townsfolk have been searching for our lair for sometime now with their animals. These animals are not dogs, we have dealt with dogs throughout time and they fear us. These creatures do not. They seem to be a crossbreed of some sort, possibly even genetically enhanced somehow to track and attack us without fear. Their strength is immense and their jaws powerful enough to sever a limb. I witnessed an attack on one of our kind by a pack of these beasts. His name was Stephan, he was my friend and lover. Having not fed for a couple of days we rose ready for the hunt. We were watching a lovely young couple kissing in the park and were about to approach them when a pack of these vicious beasts broke through a thicket. The only sound we heard was the crash of them breaking through. They were quiet and fast, almost as fast as my kind. The fact that they startled us gave them just enough advantage. They had Stephan before he could leap into the tree where I watched unable to help. One hand had been severed at the wrist and one leg was nearly bitten through at the knee. He howled and hissed as the human approached and decapitated him with an ax. At that moment I slid into shadow. The men of the village searched daily for our lair. Sometimes they came so close to the entrances without detecting them and others went far afield. Then a man, Nathaniel Rolard arrived with an animal, very large and muscular with huge feet. From a distance it could have been a large breed of dog, until you got close enough for a good look. there were no ears, only openings on each side of the oversized head. It had yellow-orange eyes and a bat-like snout. Its maw seemed to be always open and drooling, full of razor sharp, spiked teeth. Its breath smelled like death. Nathaniel introduced the villagers to his monstrosities and joined in the search for our den. Unfortunately, these beasts proved to be everything Nathaniel claimed. That’s when they began to discover the entrances and seal them up one, two, sometimes three per day. Words are my medicine. |
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