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My Flower (Short Vampire Story) |
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Rain dripped steadily outside the stainedglass window. I was safe inside, seated quietly and elegantly on a pew, my hands clasped before a cross inlaid with gold and stones of pure white. The cross was crubling away, just like the rest of the church that was currently abadoned, save me. Dust covered the windows and mold grew inside the old, worn down velvet that had once been kneeled upon. Ghosts passed me, each and every one kissing my forehead. I was their friend, the one who could see and trust them, their savior from the darkness that threatened to overtake their innocent, dead souls.
I bit my lip for staying too late again. "Sister will certainly not forgive my absence at dinner." Whispering, I brushed red hair across my face and tucked it neatly behind my ear. "I must leave, for I will be missed at the dinner table." The ghosts turned to watch me leave, their pale, transluscent face looking into my very being.
I pushed the large and heavy stone doors open, stepping out into the rain to face what lay ahead for the night. Something didn't feel right, whether it was the sky darkening so quickly or the man standing against a tree, looking beat up and weary he sat, never letting his eyes leave me. The mysterious, black haired man motioned for me to move closer. Hoping he might have a chance to live, I followed his orders.
As soon as I was close enough to get a better look at his features I almost forgot to breathe.
His eyes were blood red and his nose and chin pointed. Raven black hair was messily growing atop his head. The man looked almost and dead as the ghost with his white face. Blood, red and beautiful, dripped from his mouth. Slowly, he stood to greet me. "It has been far too long since a women as pretty and fair as a rose has crossed my path." He cradled my chin in his right hand, cupping my cheek in the other.
"What would a vampire be doing on holy grounds? Unless thee has a death wish, I suggest leaving with haste."
"I have been waiting for my flower." He moved to my neck and bit into it, sinking his teeth as deep and they would go, not removing them. The fangs were cold but warm and the bite almost felt better than the spring breeze rustling my hair and dress as I would run through Father's orchard, carrying a basket full of pears.
A faint smile played on my mouth. "Der, my love, why has it taken so long?" I reached to run my fingers through his silky hair.
"Nalthia, my flower, did I not promise I would come to claim to as mine? It has taken many years, but I have made it back to your loving embrace, have I not?" He whispered after removing his teeth from my flesh. "You are now my kindred, flee with me to the green hills where pink flowers are always in bloom and we may see the blue moon." He lifted me from the muddy ground, my legs draped over his arm. "Let us leave these grounds, for I grow weak and weary, thus is not the state to protect my wife, the flower in the winter who belongs only to me, Der, son of the vampire king, Isalian."
He carried me towards the moon and stars, and farther than that.
 Lone_Wolf_247 · Wed Feb 13, 2008 @ 02:53am · 0 Comments |
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