|When Harald met Lauran, a vampire story (standard:fantasy, 7913 words)|
|Author: Bogey||Added: Oct 27 2000||Views/Reads: 2263/1323||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|It's a dark place we're going, but hold my hand; I think where to go.|
When Harald met Lauran, a vampire story This story is dedicated to a woman with a button-nose and seven freckles. I hope she likes it and I live up to her expectations. As always, the following proclamation: We, me and fellow-writers, really enjoy some response from our highest judge: The Reader. This can be done by an anonymous reply, a vote and even a regular e-mail. So there's no excuse for none-response. We sincerely hope that you, The Reader, will return to read another tale. After finishing this one, of course. Finally finished, I couldn't stop, just feeling that there's more to be told. And now, after forcing my fingers off the keyboard, I still feel that some loose ends are floating and waiting to be tied. But, the word-count says 7913 and twelve pages. Time to stop. My advise: grab a bottle of red wine, light a cigar and start early in the night, with your feet pointing at your fireplace (instruct someone else to keep it burning) and... Enjoy. Bogey. Standing on the balcony outside my bedroom, I watch the sun rise. The sky above me is dark blue, almost black. As my eyes drift towards to horizon, the sky turns into lighter blue, and then orange, red and yellow as the sun bursts out. A few clouds with silver and red lining are drifting slowly far above my head. I admire the view as, although I enjoy sunrises, I rarely see them. After half an hour the morning breeze is getting too chilly for me and my eyes start to hurt. I turn around and step inside my bedroom. There, on my king-size bed, lies Lauran. She is asleep. Gently, I pull the sheets up a bit higher, making sure she doesn't catch a cold. I walk to my bathroom and silently open the door. A quick shower and I'm ready for the day. Still sleeping, Lauran doesn't notice my departure. I instruct my servants for the usual on my way out. My number one is already waiting outside the sleeping quarters. The rising sun begins her attack on the castle. A battle the darkness will lose. But only for a brief moment, as already long before sunset, the shadows will regain control over the hallways in my castle yet again. I would love to see the battle end for the day, but I can't. The price is too high. Together with my oldest and most trusted servant, my number one, I set in a high paced walk downstairs. There, we make myself ready. I close my eyes and begin the long wait for the next sunset. Slowly, my feet and hands are feeling more and more like big lumps, unwilling to move. My head feels heavier and my legs and arms are less and less able to move. Stiffness creeps upon me as time slowly passes. After an hour, my body is completely in a motionless rest. I'm ready to wait. My number one knows and waits till this is finished. Only after I don't move anymore, he shakes his head and leaves. For the next hours, I'm alone. Alone with my memories and thoughts. Will Lauran be here after I wake up? I truly do not know. She has no idea of my true identity, yet. My servants will tell her that I'm out for business. She is allowed to enter most of the rooms in my castle. Except, of course, my study and a few cellars and hidden rooms. I hope I will find her tonight at the pool, dressed in that lovely dark green dress I gave her. Or, maybe, I walk with her in the garden, where she is dressed in blue jeans and sweater. If I could, I would smile by now. I have to let her know. I let my mind wander to the evening we met. It is now a month ago that one of my friends talked me into going to a party. It was a costume party so I could be free to go as I was. Since I had little mood for work, I decided to go. A cold September evening, eight sharp. My Rolls Royce crushes the gravel with light cracking sounds. The car stops in front of the monumental stairs of the old mansion, located just outside the village. As I'm helped outside, I am looking around. Clearly, my Rolls isn't the only high prized car. I see several dark colored, expensive cars parked beside the stairs. The house lights up the driveway. All the windows are shining with candlelight. In this light the old mansion, built two centuries ago, looks more like a romantic castle where an ancient dance takes place. Three levels high and all built in that old brick stone type. It looks Victorian to me, but I'm not an expert. The music drifts on a breeze towards me and as I am walking up the stairs, I have eye Click here to read the rest of this story (621 more lines)
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