Kingdom of Darkness
She puts her head on the lonesome pillow on her bed trying to rest her head from all the pain and dizziness caused by the heat. Its cold skin touched the back of her neck bringing a sense of comfort that travels through her spine to the tip of her back. So relaxing! She has found her resting place forgetting about all the heat, the suffocating atmosphere and all what comes along. She takes a deep breath shuts her eyes slowly and drifts into a cold comfortable place. She extends her hand in the dark searching for something. The cold metal sends a twitch of comfort down her spine. Oh it was just the metallic cover of her mp3. She turns it on without opening her eyes in order not to lose the comfort that she was feeling. Everything is set, now she can rest. She plays her music at random trying to cool down her body to a normal temperature. Slowing down her breathing and ignoring the rumble going around her she drowns into a deep stage of sleep. The mp3 still rolling more music in every single minute knows no stop. First a semi-depressing song by Evanescence (My Immortal), then a very nice version of rebel Yell by Children of bodom. Her thoughts sway with the music carrying her into the secret worlds of the various artists that live in her playlist. With different songs for different moods each flipping one after another, she follows the guitar notes of every single note. Drifting drowning, trying to reach hope.
Something twitches in the dark. She is electrified and thus kicks the bed sheets far at the end of the bed. A cold breeze sweeps her face. It was so cold that she forgot to breath for a second. She felt a spasm travel from her weakened hearted to her limbs paralyzing her. The reflection flickered again, this time more closely with more intensity. She tried to open her mouth and scream, but a cold finger silenced her unfruitful attempt and then traveled down her neck reaching her collarbone. So cold she said. It felt like the whole world twisted and twirled around her. Oh the difference in the temperatures made her feel uncomfortable. It almost froze her heart instantaneously. The finger stopped on the collarbone of hers and then turned to her hair. It swept them off like what a mother would do to her child. “So fragile”, the voice said, “So beautiful so innocent”.
She knew that voice from somewhere. She just couldn’t help but close her eyes again and think again of that voice. The whole room turned silent and the cold breeze remained to brush her face so motherly. “Child, you asked me once for this and I said I will grant you your desire once you pledge loyalty to me said the voice smiling at her showing his beautiful ivory like fangs. Are you ready for this? There is no going back once this happens so think this over and weigh the consequences.”
I have thought, I have cried, I have fallen, yet when I drowned it was your hand that held me up. When I cried, when my wings burned or were ripped apart, when I choked with fear pain and agony due to my misplaced love you were the one beside me. You gave me a hand when none would. You saw the beauty in me when no existing soul would see. You were my wings my future my life so I pledge my soul my life, body and blood to your service and desire.
The cold no more persisted , and the difference in their temperatures will soon fade as his fangs struck her fragile skin in a very delicate manner. “Many have trembled before the pain that your seem to endure!” he exclaimed as his fingers swept her face and forehead.”I have had my share of agony, but this is my redemption.”
It ended fast, the cold in his hands was now warm as they both became of same nature and will remain “Cold “ to the outer world. His hand delicately reached out for hers, and as he held on hers for a little longer she said :”I am so tired of being her suppressed by my childish fears!” He held her tight and they flew out of the window together in their true forms , the groom with his fangs out and the bride with her broken wings and fangs that glittered in the air.
The moon shined on the earth in a heavenly manner, proclaiming the beginning of the end as the King of Chaos chose his bride and head to the underworld. A New era begins.
**written due to the influence of too many vampire stories I read in like 3 days (please try reading : Children of the apocalypse 1 &2, Morganville vampires (1-7) and also Twilight). You will love them :D
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