To my Vampires

Each night I see myself running. At first it was from fright but soon I ran for pleasure.  One night it caught up to me. It stood behind me. It grabbed my shoulders. It was cold. What was once just pleasure to me became fear once more.

"No remorse"

I was cold.

"No regrets"

I was scared.

It became clear to me that there was no escape. It turned me around and I saw its face. White as snow with a hint of peach as skin. No white around the eyes, its eyes were pure black. Its lips were lavender and sweet. Its scent was alluring. A bit like lilies, a bit like the soft ground, and a bit like the smell of winter. Its dark copper hair streaked across its face in a slant as if it had been running a moment before. Its jaws were perfectly chiseled and its body was slightly muscular. It was a he.

"Do you understand?" He asked me wth the soft voice he used to whisper to me before.

"Yes..." It was a lie. I said a lie. Understand what? No remorse for what? No regrets for what? What was he talking about? But altogether it was the truth I whispered. I knew who he was and what he was talking about. The last whole year I had spent my time running from him at first in fear and then soon in giddy play. I remembered I ran each night from him playing the game of chase. And he, like a predator, swiftly dodged the obstacles and found his way around me with his arms wrapped around me. On my birthday I was a year older. He did not like that. So that brought us to here. I was afraid and he was exited. He offered me eternal life as this nocturnal being. Who didn't want that? Eternal life?

He kissed me on the cheeks and made his cold lips weigh against my skin. He slowly worked his way down unto my neck. I could hear his thoughts. "Ready?" I didn't have a chance to reply. He read my thoughts quickly in his eargerness and sunk his razor sharp teeth in my neck. It was painful at first as was expected but then the pain subsided as endorphins began to work in my blood. Instead of pain, I felt pleasure. I felt death. I had longed for death a long time now. My depression would have taken me over if it were not for this.

Death ran over me like a vine up an old tree. In only a few moments, my knees collapsed and I was completely in his arm. His left arm held me in the midst of my back while his right hand cradled my head now tilted and swayed back. My energy grew weaker and weaker until my conscious gave out.

I woke up sometime later laying on the floor. Black dots raced across my vision and my vision itself was blurry. I saw a shadow, him, arched over me. His knees, I felt, were both on each side of my waist and he towered over me.

"I know you trust me..." He struggled to say.

I soon felt his hand gently opening my mouth. A drop of liquid entered my mouth. Thin yet thick was this liquid. Then another drop entered my mouth... then another.... and another... until his wrist laid at my mouth calling for me to drink the liquid. And drink I did. I had obeyed. At first it tasted bitter then I felt blood rejuvinating through out my veins. It was cold... almost icy. It felt like velvet... no, roses were in my mouth. It was sweet and icy. Like thinned caramel.

The drinking lasted only a few minutes but it had felt more like seconds. I was alive. I was alive again. Within my moments of drowning in my own death, I was saved. And a sense of understanding came to me. But before I could think, my heart expanded to oblivion. It grew and grew until it could grow no more. My chest lifted up in pain and agony. The blood worked its way around the maze that was my veins in my body. It shot this way and that and soon it was like bullets were shooting through my small veins, not enough for that bullet to fit in. The pain was unbearable. I started to groan but as the pain grew I began to scream. And again I lost consciousness.

I awoke again to a smell of light cloth. I could never smell that before. My sense of smell had heightened. With my awareness of the heightened sense of smell, I smelt deeper. I smelled dirt... and wood. I opened my eyes and I found myself trapped in casket of velvet and silk with wood as the actual coffin itself. A sense of panic overwhelmed me. I took to my fists to the roof but all there was, was a thud. I paniced more. More and more. Until, before I knew it, I was scratching away at the roof. It wasn't just the sense of fright that made my adrenaline rush, it was my sense of dying thirst that also contributed. Soon, dirt began to fall on me. I pushed the dirt to my feet and soon, my hand felt air. I dug some more for easy escape but as I dug one last time, a hand, a cold hand, reached for my hand and grabbed it. It pulled me out of the dirt.

I saw his face again. Blurry at first from the dirt in my eye, but I saw his face soon enough. My instincts told me something.... but what?

"Sire..." I said to him.

"Yes, my sweet." He said with great pleasure.

He took me in his arms and there I was, lifted up and held at the crook of his elbow. With his hand he leaned my head on his shoulder. He walked but time seemed to stop around him. Everything was at a blur and all that was on focus was him. 'Sire', I had called him. Was that his real name or was he my sire? And if he was my sire, what did that mean? Many questions ran through my head. He smiled as if he knew what I was thinking. 'Enigma'... that was what I would call him for now. He smiled again and kissed my forehead.

I was at this building sooner than I noticed. He put me in a room and I was in there with myself and a dress. A vanity stood against the wall next to the gigantic bed. A black mask with red feathers hung on the back of the door now shut tight. I was to dress here. All I was wearing at that time was my night gown so I quickly changed into the dress laid on the bed. A florentine dress made of two pieces. One black underdress plainly black with little flowers sewn unto the top most fabric and one topcoat made of red velvet and gold silk embedded into the dress picturing almost a scene of golden feathers slowly falling down from a fallen angel. After the dress came on, I sat at the vanity and looked for makeup. A dark red rouge was in front of the mirror. Red talc powder tray with a brush in it lay near the rouge. A black charcoal pencil lay a little lower than the talc

I looked at myself in the mirror. I gasped. I could not see myself in the mirror. There was only a floating dress. I looked at my hands. They were pure white.  I opened my mouth. I felt with my tongue two sharp canines. They could be felt at my lower lip when I closed my mouth. I had become like him. I was one of his kind now. No spell or enchantment or blessing could turn me away from this curse. It was a good curse. Life everafter in nocturnal being. I was beginning to love it.