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ariadnemThe beginning of my vamps tales...I don't know when it began I just know that I needed a backup story for an rpg game, and I came up with a little script, which I later decided to expand and make into a story. I'm working on the first part now, not because it isn't ready, but because the script was written in Spanish. We'll see how the evolve.
Vampire Tales
Foreword
It seems to me as if my blood
Flowed like a fountain’s sobbing flood,
I hear it run with a long murmuring sound,
But vainly do I try to find the wound.
-Baudelaire, “The Fountain of Blood.”
My name is Ann and I belong to a society which lies hidden from human eyes. Nobody knows about us, yet, everybody has heard of us. People from around the world have one of my kin among their most feared monsters. Legends have come to paper and have turned into tales. Bed time stories children have told one to another for centuries, just to see who gets scared first; the same children who have ended sleeping together because they couldn’t tell who was the winner or the loser, for they all were so scared that sometimes, they woke up in their mommy and daddy’s bed.
As you might have guessed by now, I’m a Vampire. I belong to a Society with countless members. Of course, not enough as to be more than the humans, but enough as to be its ultimate predators.
As I’ve said before, we live hidden from the regular people; yet, in the shadows, we move the threads of a decadent society that looks for more suitable leaders, and we provide them, we are those—however, we don’t want to get involved with any of you. We just want to—feed off you. Oh yes—any kind of blood would do it, even animals’; but there’s nothing like a gush of fresh, warm blood going down your throat. Just the thought of it makes me shiver—and hungry. But this time is not the time to feed.
The same way you have a leader, a God; we have Magnus; the first and more powerful among us. The strength, the power and the life that runs through our very veins, come from him. We need no God for he is ours. We need no leader, for he is the one to follow.
Many a night ago, it was full moon. I was working in the Library in the big mansion. Books have always been my passion while writing, let’s say, writing is just a—luxury. However, that place is practically mine. Where was I?—Oh yes—I was there, reading ‘Wuthering Heights’ by the Bronte Sisters, it was the thousandth time, I believe; Oh—how I love the predicaments humans must live with—it was also that very night that he came to me.
I still prefer the warmth and the sweet smell of bee wax candles, and sitting in cushions, the old style; Mephisto, my dearest Mephisto, allow me such pleasure, and that’s the way the library always is; the place wasn’t dark at all; yet, it wasn’t fully illuminated wither, but it all glowed by Magnus’ presence.
For I must confess that for the first time in my existence, I saw the place as it really was; a boring, void, pointless room, for he was there.
‘Ann, I need your services.’
I nodded, not able to utter one single sound. He knelt before me, offering his hand to me and while I took it, he took me in his arms.
‘I need your service’ he repeated in my ear and I closed my eyes; allowing his teeth to tear my skin apart. Feeling my own blood leaving me to fill his throat, his hands moving all over my body, calling as his belonging.
‘You need to see if I want you to know.’ I think those were the words he whispered in my ear. But I didn’t see whatsoever. I felt. His bite filled my senses with the heart-breaking screams that came out of his mouth and heart, long before, when his name was not Magnus, when he dreamt of happiness and was taken away—Screams and tears that had made me scream and cry as well. Oh by my Lord is I cried—such pain—such sorrow—and when he made me his, when he entered and me, as well as his teeth and his nails were doing it, painfully penetrating my skin and senses, I couldn’t stop crying.
The room was no longer a room. Every thing in there lost its mass and became nothing. Even I felt myself disappearing; vanishing as if nothingness and I were one and the same. I could see nothing but his feline-like eyes shining.
I became his lover that night and for many more nights, he not only came to me, but also called me to his private rooms.
One of those nights, while in the peak of his own pleasure, he cried out a name that wasn’t mine. When we were done, and rest was needed, I asked him for the woman whose name he had just said.
‘ I told you I needed your service, didn’t I Ann?’
‘Yes my Lord, you did.’
‘Then take that machine of yours, the one you use for your writing and start typing, for tonight and the nights that will follow, you’ll hear from your Lord, what he has to tell.’
I prepared myself and sat by his side, silently watching him looking for the words he wanted to use.
‘Who’s she, Lord Magnus, who is Elizabeth?’
I saw a tear rolling down his cheek while he told me his tales.
For this is my service and it is now the moment for you to listen and know.
Vampire Tales
Foreword
It seems to me as if my blood
Flowed like a fountain’s sobbing flood,
I hear it run with a long murmuring sound,
But vainly do I try to find the wound.
-Baudelaire, “The Fountain of Blood.”
My name is Ann and I belong to a society which lies hidden from human eyes. Nobody knows about us, yet, everybody has heard of us. People from around the world have one of my kin among their most feared monsters. Legends have come to paper and have turned into tales. Bed time stories children have told one to another for centuries, just to see who gets scared first; the same children who have ended sleeping together because they couldn’t tell who was the winner or the loser, for they all were so scared that sometimes, they woke up in their mommy and daddy’s bed.
As you might have guessed by now, I’m a Vampire. I belong to a Society with countless members. Of course, not enough as to be more than the humans, but enough as to be its ultimate predators.
As I’ve said before, we live hidden from the regular people; yet, in the shadows, we move the threads of a decadent society that looks for more suitable leaders, and we provide them, we are those—however, we don’t want to get involved with any of you. We just want to—feed off you. Oh yes—any kind of blood would do it, even animals’; but there’s nothing like a gush of fresh, warm blood going down your throat. Just the thought of it makes me shiver—and hungry. But this time is not the time to feed.
The same way you have a leader, a God; we have Magnus; the first and more powerful among us. The strength, the power and the life that runs through our very veins, come from him. We need no God for he is ours. We need no leader, for he is the one to follow.
Many a night ago, it was full moon. I was working in the Library in the big mansion. Books have always been my passion while writing, let’s say, writing is just a—luxury. However, that place is practically mine. Where was I?—Oh yes—I was there, reading ‘Wuthering Heights’ by the Bronte Sisters, it was the thousandth time, I believe; Oh—how I love the predicaments humans must live with—it was also that very night that he came to me.
I still prefer the warmth and the sweet smell of bee wax candles, and sitting in cushions, the old style; Mephisto, my dearest Mephisto, allow me such pleasure, and that’s the way the library always is; the place wasn’t dark at all; yet, it wasn’t fully illuminated wither, but it all glowed by Magnus’ presence.
For I must confess that for the first time in my existence, I saw the place as it really was; a boring, void, pointless room, for he was there.
‘Ann, I need your services.’
I nodded, not able to utter one single sound. He knelt before me, offering his hand to me and while I took it, he took me in his arms.
‘I need your service’ he repeated in my ear and I closed my eyes; allowing his teeth to tear my skin apart. Feeling my own blood leaving me to fill his throat, his hands moving all over my body, calling as his belonging.
‘You need to see if I want you to know.’ I think those were the words he whispered in my ear. But I didn’t see whatsoever. I felt. His bite filled my senses with the heart-breaking screams that came out of his mouth and heart, long before, when his name was not Magnus, when he dreamt of happiness and was taken away—Screams and tears that had made me scream and cry as well. Oh by my Lord is I cried—such pain—such sorrow—and when he made me his, when he entered and me, as well as his teeth and his nails were doing it, painfully penetrating my skin and senses, I couldn’t stop crying.
The room was no longer a room. Every thing in there lost its mass and became nothing. Even I felt myself disappearing; vanishing as if nothingness and I were one and the same. I could see nothing but his feline-like eyes shining.
I became his lover that night and for many more nights, he not only came to me, but also called me to his private rooms.
One of those nights, while in the peak of his own pleasure, he cried out a name that wasn’t mine. When we were done, and rest was needed, I asked him for the woman whose name he had just said.
‘ I told you I needed your service, didn’t I Ann?’
‘Yes my Lord, you did.’
‘Then take that machine of yours, the one you use for your writing and start typing, for tonight and the nights that will follow, you’ll hear from your Lord, what he has to tell.’
I prepared myself and sat by his side, silently watching him looking for the words he wanted to use.
‘Who’s she, Lord Magnus, who is Elizabeth?’
I saw a tear rolling down his cheek while he told me his tales.
For this is my service and it is now the moment for you to listen and know.
