Beloved
By Kat
My name is Howard, I am
immortal, a child of the darkness, a Vampire – whatever you may call it, I no
longer live a mortal life; and it has been that way for over 200 odd years now.I dwell in the darkness- when the moon shimmers and the
sky is filled with a salting of stars- that is when I make my appearance to the
unknowing world.
The
sun is now lost to me, it has not touched me with its golden fingers in the
longest time. The birds no longer sing their cheerful songs; they are nestled
in a cocoon of dreams.
I
belong to the twilight.
I
can still remember the blue skies dotted with cotton-wool clouds; I can still
see the sun lingering over the horizon, drenching everything in a golden haze;
I can still smell the morning air, so crisp and clean……but to dwell on such
things is silly, as you may have noticed now, dreaming is my favourite past time.
I
was born in the year 1790, in the sunny state, you now call "Florida".
Yes, America, the land of opportunities, the new land. I had been born there,
but my Mother and Father had not. My father immigrated from Ireland, and my
Mother from Spain. They met on the ship, as it headed on its way to the new
world, carrying with it thousands of souls craving a better life.
And
they had found a better life, my Mother and Father , the found a nice little
house, with some land that was rich with colourful
flowers, and indolent animals.
We
were not rich, by all means, but we were happy – that was the main thing. I was
the youngest of 4 children, and I was always showered with love and affection.
My brother, John, the third oldest, was my tormentor. When I say
"tormentor" – I do not mean in the bad way – he was a big brother, who
liked to, as you say now, get on my nerves – and believe me, he would!
I
was only 19 years of age when I came across Belinda – a mysterious women, who
would only appear when the sun had vanished behind the horizon, and the world
could be the devils playground. The people of my town talked, scared of this
strange visitor, who would glide by windows at night, as if she was on roller
skates.
I
first saw her when I was on one of my daily walks, simply dazing into the black
night,listening to the perfect silence. I could see
her face first, emerging from the bushes. At first I thought that the moon’s
rays were reflecting off her face – but it was not – Belinda’s face was infact a perfect sheet of white, burning like a candle in
the darkness. I watched, amazed, as she moved towards me, slowing down her
motions purposely, until she stood only a couple of inches away. I let out a
gasp.
Her
large black eyes regarded me without emotion, they seemed to absorb the colours around it, smudges of golden and brown, and swirls
of dark greens, all merged in with one another. Belinda’s mane of straight
black hair fell past her large breast, with a certain lustre,
all too shiny and sleek – I felt a sudden urge to reach out and let my fingers
play with her hair.
Had
I ever seen anything like her before? So strange, yet beautiful, that it
threatened to take my breath away? There was a lingering feeling that she was
not normal…..the feeling nipped and pinched at my mind. But was soon
diminished, as quick as it had arrived.
That
was the start of my affair with Belinda – that was the night I had signed my
life away. For every night after that, we would meet, and everyday she would
consume my thoughts, and plague me with desire and lust that I had never felt
so strong before.
And
soon enough, I was having sex with her in the barn, on the haystacks – vampires
don’t have sex, she informed me of that later, she had only let me do this to
her so that she could reel me in. It worked. I was like a wildman
with her, I couldn’t get enough of her cold skin, and lustful mouth- and soon
we were at it every night. And I would try every sexual position, and she would
pretend to cum, and moan, and grunt. It was all part of her little act.
I
would have made love to her in the middle of the street, If I had too.
Belinda
was like a drug – we were having sex in all sorts of places – alleyways, parks,
my room, the kitchen – she was driving me wild with pleasure, with lust……she
now had me; line, hook, and sinker. There was now no turning back.
I
loved the feeling of her cold mouth as it suckled on my member, I would drive
her head down, deeper, until my penis filled her mouth completely. Yes, it was
magic – magic is the only word I can use to describe it.
Of
coarse, I don’t enjoy that sort of pleasure now. I am not human.
For
over the course of a year we met, under the pale moonlight. She and I would
walk for hours, talking and laughing, I was amazed by her. But I soon started
to notice her real personality creep through – the personality that she tried
so hard to keep hidden.
She
enjoyed seeing things die, and would conflict pain on helpless little animals.
To say I was shocked is a little bit of an understatement. Those personality
traits became more and more apparent, until she blatantly told me that she
enjoyed seeing the suffering of living creatures. I was aghast.
I
began to put these things to the back of my mind, I ignored her need for
cruelty – I was completely and utterly under her spell.
I
should have never ignored the warning signs – for, only a week after I had
discovered the true Belinda, she took me on a special walk – and I knew, when I
kissed my Mother that night, and told her I would not be long, that It would be
the last time I ever saw my family. As Belinda and I walked away from my house,
I glanced back, and still, to this day, I can still remember the flickering
candle lights. I can still hear my Brother laughing, and my dog barking at the
kitchen door. All these things have remained with me for these years.
Now,
I know that you are probably wondering why I went with her. The reason is
simple, If I had struggled against her, If I had ran, then God knows what she
would have done to my family. And that could simply not happen.
I
am not going to go into the details of how she made me, it is still to painful
for me to remember. It is still too painful to hear the last beat of my heart,
it hurts to think I was taken from my mortal years so cruelly. I simply cannot
go into detail. I will only say that I will never forget it – I will always
remember seeing things with my vampire eyes for the first time.
How
all the colours were so vivid – even in the darkness.
How the trees seemed to breathe and talk to one another; how the shadows seemed
to dance and sway with each other, although they did not. Everything was so
clear, the bark on the trees, with it’s crawling insects and mouldy green moss, or how the moon seemed to smile at me.Ah, and the silver light that the moon cast, It had
never been so beautiful! How it glittered and glimmered on the trees and
flagstones, like tiny crystals! All these things cannot be put into words – you
would have to experience it yourself to know what I was talking about.
And
lets hope you don’t.
I
have so much to tell you my beloved mortals. But I can feel the sun lingering
over the horizon, and sleep beckons me, I can feel it’s warms hands probing at
my soul. But I love you all, and I will be back.
Yes,
I will be back……your beloved, Howard.
