Luthervamplord
03-14-2006, 08:23 AM
Rain, my second life started with rain. The cool rain beat down on me in waves upon waves of cold, sharp reality. The sky was dark then, as was the ground I laid on. Slick with the rain and moving debris from the top of the slope it felt like the ground would hold me there, to stop me from standing up and acknowledging my new existence. And had I know then what I know now, I would have let it carry me down into the soft, cold embrace of mother earth and end this ‘half’ existence.
My senses were only half alive then, not yet attuned to the new heights they could reach, not yet fully aware of their new gifts, blessing, their new disease. But the ground had never felt so firm, course and wet beneath my feet as it did that night. The wind never smelled so sweet from the allure of wet grass and flowers. The night never so live with the voices of a thousand sounds, all crying for attention.
I laid there for what seems like days when I know it could be no more than a few minutes before I tried to move. I expected to have a hard struggle up out of the muck and filth that I was lodged in, but I raised myself up on the strength of one arm. Although a shiver ran through me, it was through terror and not through exertion.
I’m sure my heart would have burst forth from my chest like a trapped animal finally released from it cage, if it was for the fact that it no longer beat to the rhythm of my life. The evidence of such was clear to me when I looked at my hands, pale as the moon that shone in the wet and miserable sky.
I knew it that moment that my life as I knew it was gone, along with the few trappings which made existence good. The wife and child I had taken for granted were now lost to me, for they would never accept me as a I was now.
Now that I was a Vampire….
My senses were only half alive then, not yet attuned to the new heights they could reach, not yet fully aware of their new gifts, blessing, their new disease. But the ground had never felt so firm, course and wet beneath my feet as it did that night. The wind never smelled so sweet from the allure of wet grass and flowers. The night never so live with the voices of a thousand sounds, all crying for attention.
I laid there for what seems like days when I know it could be no more than a few minutes before I tried to move. I expected to have a hard struggle up out of the muck and filth that I was lodged in, but I raised myself up on the strength of one arm. Although a shiver ran through me, it was through terror and not through exertion.
I’m sure my heart would have burst forth from my chest like a trapped animal finally released from it cage, if it was for the fact that it no longer beat to the rhythm of my life. The evidence of such was clear to me when I looked at my hands, pale as the moon that shone in the wet and miserable sky.
I knew it that moment that my life as I knew it was gone, along with the few trappings which made existence good. The wife and child I had taken for granted were now lost to me, for they would never accept me as a I was now.
Now that I was a Vampire….