To be a Vampire's Blood Slave
The glaring light hurts my eyes
like a blinding sunrise.
The screaming buzz of the halogen bulb is like
fingernails raking down a chalkboard in my mind.
“Where am I?”
“What is this place?”
“I can’t feel my face.”
With a throbbing head, I try to look around.
“Am I bound?”
My thoughts are fuzzy and slow.
I can’t focus as my eyes keep closing of their own will.
The air here is so very heavy and still.
My head hangs and I can’t seem to will it up.
Arms and shoulders are numb…
“Why are my arms over my head?”
Can’t pull them down…
All is darkness and silence yet again.
“Oh God, I feel so weak.”
My throat hurts. I can’t speak.
Eyelids weigh a thousand pounds.
Head is spinning round and round.
Still numb but aching too I try to pull my arms down
from over my sagging head…
I can’t move!
Pulling and twisting with all my weight…
I wonder do I yet live?
I don’t feel the same
but I do feel pain,
not horrible, nagging.
My strength is lagging.
Darkness threatens to envelope me.
Desperately I struggle to see,
to yank free
from what holds me,
That clanking metallic sound…
Panicked thoughts start.
Terror licks at my heart
as I start to get a glimpse
of the nightmare I have awoken within.
“Ah, finally awake?”
The most chillingly evil voice
demands attention from the
confusion that is my world.
“I am afraid I could not wait.”
“My plan was for you to be bait.”
“My target I have watched for years.”
“Have no fear
little poet child.”
“I fed from you.”
“Just a sip
or maybe two.”
“I would be sated before claiming my prize,
the vampire woman under the expensive haughty guise.”
“The one I have stalked these many long years.”
“The whore queen of dark blooded hunters and fiends.”
“Que Sera sera.”
I can feel the wet coldness emanating from where his heart should be,
the bone chilling lack of feeling,
In my head my will he is stealing
“Ahh, but your mind is strong…
I will break it before long.”
“But first I wish to play.”
“No child, you do not get a say.”
With each step closer…
my skin crawls fearing,
eyes against my command tearing…
The icy finger lifting my chin sears
forcing me to see what causes my fears.
“You have the nerve to glare at ME?’
“You will pay for your insolence.”
The horror congeals into a livid ball in my stomach
as somehow I find the strength
to spit in the face of what can only be a demon straight from hell.
A wretchedly bright light rings in my mind
as my head is knocked almost 180 degrees
by a hard as stone hand of ice.
And everything goes…
To be continued
- Vampire - Blood Slave Part Two
Link to part one: http://hubpages.com/hub/Vampire-Blood-Slave-Part-One A ringing hum echoes pain with each beat of my heart. I feel the hurt. My brain wont start. The fog within is so dense....
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