Vampire - Blood Slave Part Two
The Old Slave Crone's Tale
Link to part one:
A ringing hum echoes pain
with each beat of my heart.
I feel the hurt.
My brain won’t start.
The fog within is so dense.
Nothing makes sense.
I wonder where I am.
Only one eye opens
while the other screams in protest
as I try to open it, doing my best.
An oppressive heat sucks the air from me.
I can’t breath and can barley see.
Everything is out of focus,
only shadows and smudges of darkness.
I feel a wetness wipe the mass of torment
that is half of my face.
I jerk back feeling my brain slosh within.
Darkness threatens to take me anew.
“There, there girl, be still.”
“You know he could kill.”
“You will soon wish he had
if you don’t go totally mad.”
I try to say “who are you?”
Only muffled whimpers come through.
“Do not try to speak.”
“You are still too weak.”
“You must be a very stupid child
to get the master good and riled.”
“He will finish turning you tonight,
so you better act right.”
“It will be bad enough
without him trying to be rough.”
“But then you have no idea what’s happening do you?"
“It was the same when it was I whom he went through.”
“So long ago now it seems
a lost life that was but a dream.”
“The life that was once mine.”
“I was just an ordinary village girl
some two hundred years ago.”
“I tried to resist just as you.”
“Got about the same results too.”
“So listen up stupid girl.”
“Don’t fight what you can’t stop."
“If there is any hope left in your heart,
kill it now for it will only tear you apart."
“Let it go.”
“I held to hope
like a rope.”
“I escaped once.”
“He killed my mother,
my entire village.”
“All laid to waste,
all due to my selfish haste.”
I feel the hot stinging tears
fall upon me as her voice cracks.
“He tore my father into upon the racks
and pissed on his fresh corpse from the chimney stack.”
“Don’t think he won’t do the same to you.”
A blast of icy cold hits me as I hear the door open…
To be Continued…
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