Vampyr's Lament

[Postmaster]

Originally posted by Sinthia

Vampyre's Lament

I rose out of the darkness to the light of a pale moon. My only
companion was hunger. I thirsted! My mouth dry, my stomach
empty. My heart cold and dead. What is this new unlife?
Something pokes into my once ripe red lips. With now bony claws
I feel something new in my mouth. Fangs where once were normal
teeth.

I do not know how I arrived here but I am here and I hunger. I
hunger for blood! Strangely, I can see though the pale moon
provides little light. I am weak but unafraid. I thirst!
Brushing the cold dirt and loam from my clothes, I seem to smell
every speck of the fresh earth. I am dizzy with hunger. I yearn
for blood!

I must hunt. I must find prey. I hear a rustling far away.
Footsteps in the night. I begin to run towards the sound. Trees
flash by and I feel more alive than dead. Unlife! I glory in my
speed while it seems my very soul aches for blood. I bound over a
fence as if it isn't there and a throaty growl escapes my lips as
the closeness of blood fills my nostrils. Where is it?!

There. Along the road. A small form, probably a young woman, much
as I used to be, hurrying through the darkness. I smell fear. I
cannot restrain myself and with a speed I never possessed before I
am on her. She screams briefly before my fangs embed themselves
deeply in her throat. She passes out in my arms as I ravish her
throat and drink deeply on what can only be the nectar of the gods
themselves. Energy electrifies me, speeding through my body. The
ache is gone!

If my heart could beat, it would be racing. Passion fills me! My
very loins ache with a life that never filled them before! I feed
and feed and though not yet sated, my lust drives me to rub her blood
over my dried and cracked skin. New life fills me and my skin
moistens and returns to its once healthy glow.

That was my first. It was messy. It was wild. It was filled with a
lust one cannot know without living it. Power fills me. Over the
years, with each passing victim, my power grows. My lust grows.
My passion grows. My love for unlife grows!

I am the master of my universe. The world is my oyster. I live
for my master, the eldest. Unlife is good and it is forever, or so
I thought.

I awake from daylight slumber. I am unalive and the night holds
once more the promise of passion and feeding, the hunt, the prey,
the darkness unbound! Yet something is different. There is a heavy
stench in the night air I have not tasted with my unbound senses before.
Something is dying. Someone is dying.

I race from my coffin to comfort my master and be comforted him by
him as I have always done. I reach him and I can see the stench of
death emanates from him.

After centuries of unlife, I weep for the first time. My master is
listless, saddened and slumped on his throne. His skin is darkened,
drying, cracked....he is dying. How can this be?! He beckons to me
and I offer him my own blood as I have always done. I caress his
brow and shower him with soft kisses.

He does not take my offered neck! What can be wrong? He whispers
he is dying but does not know why. He has forseen this. His eyes
glow brightly and he whispers my name. 'Sinthia, my love, I release
you for once and for always. Go and leave me. Do not seek me again'.
I fall to my knees and scream. My weeping begins. I too am dying.
My unlife is ending. I will once more be born a mortal. The speed,
the passion, the hunger, the feeling of life that only life can
bring.......all gone.

The dream is over. Darkness reigns. The light is gone. How sad the
world has lost something so great. Nothing will ever be the same
again. Mourn prey, for you will never know true life. You will no
longer live in its glorious shadow. Your dull existence will grind you
away with no chance to thrive as we once did. Do not pity us. Envy us
and covet the jealousy as a trusted friend. Your pale, dark, boring
life will seem like the eternity that was stolen from us.

Goodbye my Master. Goodbye my unlife. I weep for thee.