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Here I sit silently. Watching, waiting, wanting...wishing.
My wish, my want, my patience, suddenly becomes half granted, as the sun rises over the trees. I had seen it, but could not hold its hazy glow, but now that it is risen, I can hold it in my eyes. As the light serches for me, I sit solemly behind tinted glass and the thick curtains. The pale sunlight, now completly stripped of warmth, touches my skin. It burns like crazy, yet I can't help but long for the warmth of the sun.
I step fully into the pale patch of sunlight that pulling my curtains back has created. Looking below my perch on the third floor, I feel vomit rising in my throat, we... we are getting much bolder. Dragging that human alive and squirming to our home.
Well, I guess that means it is almost time to eat.
Closing my deep red curtains, I walk around my room, everything was dark, so as to keep any sunlight that somehow found its way in, out. Next to my bed, with its curtains, also drawn tight at the moment, was a dark parasol. Sighing at it, I left my room. In the hall, three other rooms were seperated out. Three of us in our teenyears.
On the floor below was where the "joined" couples stayed. Also three rooms, but six lived on this floor.
One more floor down was the recreation floor. Our dinning room, our den, and our kitchen share this floor.
The floors below this floor, were for the elders. Rather dreary, stupid, old bats they were. Strangly enough, the elders out number us by far. Though they share our food, they never eat with us. I can smell meat cooking, and I can tell that the body I saw wasn't our food today. Instead of heading to the dinning room, I started turned to my right from the stairwell and went into the dark, gloomy den.
Though you can tell windows line the walls of this room, as I walk down the miniture staircase to the couches that circle a table. Yes a table, nothing more, nothing less. I'm surprised I didn't see the two of them, their pale skin was so pale they both practically glowed in this dank room.
Both rose to greet me, as was "formal" to greet their superiors. I waved them off, I was younger than both of them. We all looked perpetually tired. Our eyes both in monotone with our bright eyes, varying in color, theirs were bright yellow and deep green. Significantly my eyes were deep red, signifying the more "powerful" vampires. The deeper the color of red, the more "power" you possed.
It's not herozygous.
"What's for dinner?" I spoke to them as I sat down on the soft couch. "Do you really have to ask..?" The oldest, Dusk answered. But I had forgoten my question.
Everything about our world is dark. We have been disallowed anything with light. Disallowed even the slightest bit of dignity. The last streds of us live in dorms so far apart that we loose contact over the many days and weeks.
"Dawn..?" The younger boy stooped down in front of me, Cloud, was his name, "Why ask a question you care nothing about?" I was tempted to look into his eyes and scare him, but I didn't, for that would be too much fun for my dull mind to contain. "Why ask another question you know I don't want to answer?" I replied. Hopefully I didn't sound completly as cruel as I thought I did.
Pulling at my blood dress, all its tassles and streads of cloth that hung off of it. Giving me an even more creepy look, but my creepiness does not stop there. I have long black hair that creeps across my forehead, and falls long down my back. Why am I telling this now? Because Dusk has started playing with my hair.
He's quite creative as well.
Getting the idea from Dusk, Cloud starts to play with the hair that is left over from Dusk's picture he is tangling my hair up to make. Cloud is much less creative and he just tosses my hair back and forth. Front of shoulders, back of shoulders. It's really nerve racking. But what is even more nerve racking is the smell that balances in the air just barely out of complete reach of my nose. The smell of what I despretly wish I never had to call food. By the sounds that also lingered out of complete reach, I could tell it was time to eat.
Cloud and Dusk both took one of my hands and pulled me up. Leading me as if I was a blind child. It still never seases to amaze me how the strangest people are treated like a defensless child. Considering this, I let my mind wander away from this prison. To the humans. Who's freedom lies not only in the ability to feel and hold warmth, but if it were not for us vampires, humans can live at both day and night. Yet since the vampires haunt the night, they have day, and whoever is out at night is ours.
Almost like a cruel unfair, unspoken rule.
One that humans and vampires abide by.
Could it also be considered a bloody rule?
My thoughts were pulled from my mind as the two boys sat me in my chair, in front of me was my... food.
I yawned and saw that since dinner was served later than usuall, the sun had risen higher than usual for us to be going to bed. Closing my door, I pulled of my bloody gown, and revealed my black under dress. I threw my gown into the corner and slide onto my cool covers. Pulling on the ebony cord, my ruby curtains slid down around my bed, creating more than a pitch black moment.
Slidding over to my mountain of pillows, I let my blankets envelope me and carry me off into my dreams.
As I stretched that evening, I realized I had slept through our breakfast. Not worrying about it in the least, I refused to leave my canopy of darkness.
This darkness was sereen and had a familar feel to it. This is what I needed. A few moments, or maybe hours, to myself. To be lost in my thoughts.
My wish for the dreams, did not come to me. Though I had prayed that I would have a sweet, savory dream for the day. When I awoke, no memories of a dream entered my mind.
Counting the days back in my head, I couldn't think how many endless days had gone by. But I was certain of one thing, sadly.
Today was the day I was supposed to talk to the elders.
While Cloud and Dusk took strolls through the gardens and watched my baby sister and Cloud's baby brother, I had meetings with the elders. The elders were convineced that I was going to bring the vampire world back to excistance.
Not that it doesn't exsist now, but for some odd reason, the elders wish to make ourselves so "visable" that the humans notice us. Right now we are just nuisances to the humans. The elders are convinced that when I get ahold of our world, we will be an enemy.
An enemy so powerful, we dominate the humans.
Hearing their endless dotting words so many times, I don't intend to listen to them at all anymore. I've considered the vampires versus humans. I figure that humans and vampires are like a wolf to a fox. Well maybe, more like a coyote to a wolf. We, the wolves, prey on what the humans, or the coyotes, have and need. The coyotes give the wolves a bad name. Confusing a wolf and a coyote is easy, and foolish-
They interupted my thoughts again. Their insesive knocking leaving my thoughts no room to thrive.
"Dawn, it's time for your meeting with the elders," Terra says behind my thick door. Her voice comes in muffled and confusing. As I pull on my dress, which today falls only down to my knees. It's less strict, but Terra will make me change.
Opening my door, it seems she said it before she saw me.
"Go back and change into something more appropriate for meeting your elders, they respect you, for now. But that doesn't mean they will always respect you," she looked me up and down, "especially in that."
I was rather bored so I decided to do something that I usually never did. I turned my eyes on her.
It made me secretly smile.
And Laugh.
She cowered away in an instant, horrified by my color and the almost will to kill that secretly posed inside them. She probably forgot everything she was thinking. I turned and walked away. Showing my secret smile.
I bet she was still standing there dumbfounded and terrified.
Serves Terra right.
In what I feel a very common thing. For the elders of something, to sit in some sort of half circle, and I, the main interest, sit in some sort of chair. Except I feel there should be some sort of light on me, but anything other than the eerie, red, glowing roots that lined their "dungeon".
The glow allows us to see, but in a non-harmful way.
I think I should know their names by now, because before they start to talk to me, they go through their names, which they just got done doing.
As they ramble on and on about their plans so far, I'm doing what I always do, letting my mind wonder to more important things.
Like that smell that won't leave my nostrils. Smells like lunch. Wait, did whats-his-face just say that to get as much time as possible, we're skipping lunch? If I don't pay attention now, how will me being hungry help?
My hunger sadly blocks out my wondering thought and I am forced to listen to what they all have to say.
"...And by increasing our communication rate and maybe increasing our population we could then even oppose vampire hunters."
Vampire hunters? Our food rates are going down and we haven't talked to another vampire dorm in almost a year, and they are worrying about non-existent vampire hunters?
"Vampire hunters don't exist, well good ones that is," I respond in a non-interested tone. "We figure that the stronger we grow, the more technology the humans will create to take us down."
I scoff at them.
Take that Terra.
"Humans and their toys."
If I was looking at them, I probably would see some sort of disgusted faces staring back at me.
"You are laughing at the humans?" It was deffently a woman's voice I was hearing.
"If you had some martyr's who were willing to have some true fun, they could just pretend that their weak weapons actually hurt us, and that solves that. They wouldn't try to improve something that is already useful."
Curse my hunger.
Curse my wanting to talk to myself when I'm alone.
Curse these dead old bats.
Chapter Two
Though the red glow follows me throughout our dorm, it seems especially dull and boring in their dungeon. As I make my way out of their creepy cave, I look down at my dress, the deep blood red that is the main color, with tassels and a hem made of ebony. Everything about me, and my life, was either red or black. But I doubt I would enjoy any other colors. I do love the pale yellow that comes from my window.
And that white, the white of the clouds at night.
Also that lovely pale blue, and deep blue that rest in the night.
Yes those are my colors.
No, this red and black are too simple.
Too cliche.
Too expected for a vampire to be wearing.
I believe I was heading to my room, but I was intercepted by Cloud and Dusk. Dusk handed me my sister, and Cloud handed Dusk his brother. Judging by the pained look in their eyes they had just gotten in from outside.
I stood there for a moment, contemplating what I could do, and I did what I always loved to do, I started to carry my sister, along with my trudging mind, to my room. I felt it a grand idea, she used to sleep in my room all the time, she always said how she loved my roomy bed better than her own room. Yet the three of them had another idea.
Dusk being the obviously stronger of us all, took my arm and dragged my sister and I into one of the empty rooms. Well, I guess I should explain the house better.
It's huge.
There are hundreds of empty rooms.
Every single room used to be occupied.
That's how far the Vampire Realm has fallen.
Dusk dragged us into one of the many empty rooms, and I knew why instantly.
He sat me down on what I hoped was a couch, but I've been wrong before. We've been known to make other things look like furniture.
Cloud climbed onto something and ran his hand along the ceiling, creating an even eerier look. We were all bathed in crimson light.
"What was it like?" Cloud leaned forward to ask.
"Meeting with the elders? What do you think it was like?"
He shrugged.
"We had a big tea party and wasted the last of our food reserve."
The boys's eyes all grew, "Really?" No wonder the Vampire race is dying out, everyone in our race is an idiot.
"No. They talked about creating military things. Wanted to facilitate hunting and raising our food supply. Create a somewhat municipal environment."
"What?"
"They are trying to put Vampires back on the map, and create a world that is like the humans."
"Oh." All three replied. I stared at them, but not at their eyes.
I stood up with my sister, Silver, and we left and went to my room.
Silver sat on my bad chattering away while I stared out the window, I knew that diner was done, but bedtime was still hours away.
Yesterday had been a strange day.
I couldn't wait for the sun the sun to rise, but the moon was so bright today, I felt compelled to take a walk. I looked over at Briar-Rose, she, in her little child'd dress of red and black was rolling on my bed. I smiled to myself and walked over to her. I looked her in the eye and she smiled. I nudged my hand into hers and led her off my bed, she looked up to my face, and her eyes into mine, and I stared at her.
Oh, Briar-Rose, I will always love you the most, you will never fear me for you are-
"Rosie, want to go for a walk?" She nodded eagerly as I picked up parasol and used it to open my door. She held tight to my hand as we fingered with our feet at the stairs, and circled around to the garden door.
-For you are blind.
I unfolded my parasol and held it over both of us, the moon wasn't truly sunlight, but it still burned our thin skin. She smiled and gripped my hand as we walked almost silently through the huge garden. My black parasol glided along in the air. I had finally found time to think.
My favorite time of day, right when you can see the deep blue fade away slowly at the horizon. If the horizon is where the sky touches the earth, isn't everywhere around us the horizon? Or is the horizon simply where the sky touches the earth in the distance?
I didn't let that thought bother me for long for we were wandering down a long tree tunnel, the tree leaves bent down and kissed my face as if they too were afraid of me. We wandered until I stopped us and stepped off the path and we walked along a little into the brush, when a smaller less walked upon path reformed. We walked carefully along it until a secret grove appeared to me.
Around us the trees danced in the slight wind, all circled around a stone bench with a metal trellis as it's back, with beautiful white flowers blooming up it.
"Where are we?" Briar-Rose said to the ground, I smiled goofily at her, she is my key. She unlocks my cage.
"We are in a secret place. Dusk took me here when we were little." I led her to the bench and sat her down on it. "It smells good." I smiled again at her as she sniffed at the air. I left her there with the parasol and wondered around the grove. I walked far beyond the night flowers, and looked beyond the farthest tree trunk, there it was. The wall, and I could see etched into the darkness, the gate. The gate that around my neck, I held the key. The wrought iron key, for the wrought iron gate. Beyond it was nothing. No vampires for miles, upon hundreds of miles. I'd always wanted to use the key I'd been given as a child.
Well I had used it once, when Dusk and I first came here, ha, that Dusk, he's smart sometimes. He saw the gate himself, and thought instantly to my key. This little heavy toy.
But that isn't why I come here to stare at that gate. No, it's the location. Why is it here? In the middle of no where. But not even a road leads beyond it. No, the "road" to our mansion is in the front, next to the giant gate, that resembles this gate to the bony look of it. The gate itself confuses me as well.
Why build something so grand, somewhere it would be quickly forgotten? The history of this place must be hidden somewhere. That would be a book I could engage myself in for hours. The books that you can find in the den are nothing but boring, and not to mention the impossibility of reading in that lowly red light. Maybe I could find some different colored roots? I suppose the whole reason those roots grow is because of some element that glows, or maybe it's burning point is very low? I suppose there could be other types?
I walked over to the trellis and examined the flowers that bloomed to the moon, they smelled very nice, and were very strong.
Suppose I could uncover all of natures mysteries. Like why you bloom at night. Or why the trees grew this way.
The trees, oh how I never thought of it before, my mortal opposite, we could barely get anymore different. Something that rely's on the sun for life. But trees are so... strange. I feel them also night like. But I'll never know for sure. I'm trapped in this knowledge wasteland forever. Maybe I could... no I'm hungry, I don't feel like actually hunting myself.
"Dawn, I'm scared." Briar-Rose barely whispered.
I came out of my mind for a second to realize that I wasn't smelling flowers anymore, I was smelling smoke, and a lot of it.
Worried, I rushed to Briar-Rose, picked up my parasol, and fixed it over us, I just felt the relief of slight burning. How wonderful it feels. But my wondrous feeling ended in moments because I could still smell smoke, and I heard feet tearing at the brush.
We waited, while the tearing noise died down, when suddenly Dusk appeared before us.
"The mansion is on fire!" I stared at him, my less creepy eyes must've been so scared that he became even more scared himself. "People came with fire, and they, threw it at your window, I was so scared you were dead." He fell on his knees at clutching my legs.
He smelled overwhelmingly like smoke. I realized his shaking, meant he was crying. Briar-Rose started crying and rubbing her face all over my arms.
As much as I knew this was something I didn't want.
I know I wanted this to happen.
And as much as I know Briar-Rose and Dusk don't want to believe it, whoever did this, is looking for us.
I didn't know what to do though, this isn't something I like to do either.
I'm really a lucky person, Dusk pulled himself together and took my wrist and I took hold of Briar-Rose.
"We have to get out of here." He pulled the key off from around my neck and dragged us to the gate.
I always notice the details when I know I shouldn't.
I realized now why the gates had a bony look to it, I assume both are the same, the one we were exciting had to skeletons perched in such a way that the very top of their scythes touched and made a lock.
"Wait Dusk, it's almost dawn, we'll burn to death."
His motions stopped, only a moment though, and Briar-Rose and I felt his repulse into action.
He unlocked the door and dragged us out. After he had locked it again from the outside, he let go of my wrist.
I fell over, I didn't realize how much I was leaning on him. My parasol rolled away from me.
Now I was the one scared of him.
"What do we do?" I scrawled out of my voice.
"Get away from the sun." He scrawled back.
 Jayy Bird · Tue Dec 22, 2009 @ 03:10am · 1 Comments |
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