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|VAMPIRE (standard:fantasy, 2239 words)|
|Author: Walker||Added: Jan 14 2009||Views/Reads: 1238/615||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Vampire is not a complete change from the usual romantic characters, but it is somehow a different route to love. And the inspiration to this fantasy is the resplendent and enticing 'SURBHI CHAHAR'. I love you Surbhi...|
‘Once victim, always victim...that's the law.' VAMPIRE One more attempt to get to the meaning of love. But the need is imagination, focus and thrill...and the requisite is intoxication. Somehow all the powers of the mind's eye spring up after the senses are over satisfied. Behold... Part I- California The year is of Dracula (Count Wampyr). Everybody lives in fear of being bitten and becoming a kin of the fraternity. It is difficult to distinguish the blood-suckers moving amongst the community and whenever chance strikes a mortal is prey. At this hour a young, pretty and virgin lass walks the streets. Weak from hunger, I follow. ‘Sweet fragrance' the good lord had so conjugated. It was the smell of warm blood to me, but it was her identity. I hasten my walk and by the time she realizes, I have her seized. The teeth elongated are ready to pierce but the sense of hearing overpowers as she whimpers in pain of the grasp. The cry and the ecstasy make me let go and she turns. Those wet eyes full of the fear of the well known curse meet mine and the innocence drowns me out. I retract my feet but the cry had brought help. It tries to strike me down but finds itself a prey to my hunger. As I feed my eyes never let go of hers. She keeps looking at me and when shame pinches I let go and start to walk back. As I turn around a bend I see her overlooking the corpse. I wait for a reaction. She picks up a sharp wedged stone and staring at me swipes it across her wrist. The blood is invitation, its cocaine. My jaw drops and a shiver runs down the spine. I resist; I can't feed off her. Overpowering the temptation of virgin blood I walk away. But as the blood seeps, the strength and the beauty of the lass is drained. I hear the fall and rush back to her. How to revive her? I want her to live. Should I transfer the curse and get her into this world and make this dark a shine for her? It's the only way. Confused I bite. So long awaited she gains consciousness and her new self is revealed. I express my desire for her and she wraps her arms around me and slowly lifts herself to my lips and makes me recognize that she is my rarest rose ready to bloom. I find myself completely pulled into a new fantasy world. Every moment I discover a new part of myself with her around. Her fragrance is ever so enchanting that I want her around. Whenever I look into her eyes all my passion starts churning out. I feel as if I can live forever just looking at her, listening to her voice, smelling her fragrance and experiencing eternity every time we make love. Her touch, her kisses are bliss. As days pass I decide to honor my love with a rare present and set out in search for something special. Lost in my thoughts of what would be the best thing for her I ride on. Searching for a good long duration I find a perfect metal for her and the first glimpse has me satisfied that this would suit her perfect. As I start back for home my intuition starts visualizing awful series of events that might occur. I realize I have strayed too far off my boundaries. I quicken the trot and soon I realize I have them tailing me. The growls become more evident and I realize the danger I am in. Lycans, our most dreaded enemies have me surrounded and my fight for survival begins. As I ride along and slay as many as I can I know my lone strength is not enough for me to ride away to safety. As they strike me each and every time my strength fades and finally I fall off. My senses fade and I faint away. Howling victory, they leave. When I regain consciousness I find myself too weak to even lift myself. Only blood can help I know and soon I smell a prey. I grab and drink to the fullest. This I know can only make me able enough to get to her before I finally fade away. I make haste and when I reach the place which I always recognized by her fragrance, I find her weeping. She had been waiting for me. I call to her and she turns to see the slaughter visible all over me. She rushes toward me and as I fall, grabs me in her lap. I take out her present and push it up her finger. Her eyes yell that why did I have to do it. All I can reply is, “I love you Sugar.” I feel those tears on my cheeks for sometime and then that feel gets disabled for good. Click here to read the rest of this story (155 more lines)
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