Darkness Becomes Her Disclaimer: Own the ideas, but didn’t make money for it. Any comments, just e-mail me at “kfong60hotmail.com” Episode 8: A Life Once Had POV -Dracula. POV- Some call me monster. Some call me vampire. . . It is true, I am both. But, I am also Dracula, which by that name beseeches me. Within the folds of my power I can summon death and give rebirth to those lost. With four words alone, I can wretch fear from all beings. Many are frightened of me; many more bow down in fright of my powers. And those who do not wish to heed it, they won’t know fear for they are fearless; until I unleash it and they shall relearn it from apathetic and back again. It. . . is a gift and a curse in one. . . A curse I must live with until I call upon it. It is a terrible burden, but one the fates of humans have no say in, and neither did I. Some evil wishes for my powers, whereas I wish for their ignorance, or even their arrogance. I have those now. I see what they see. But, they are too naïve to understand the power that now resides within me. Unfortunately, they do not understand and have tried many times to tame my cursed existence for their own biddings. But in the end, they are nothing more than livestock; I feed on them as they feed on beasts. Evil is never good; evil is manipulative; evil is evil and I am not. I see their gaze. They rest upon me. The evil is cold but I am colder. I try to protect the one I love, and yet. . . there always seems to be some evil beckoning death. The one chance I bestow upon the human race and I have the clock ticking away; the pendulum stealing it from me. Many I know are not strong enough, and she would rank among them. Like them, she lacked the strength to rid herself of the threatening evil. It looks at me in mockery, and snakes its way into forcing me to use my power, but then my greatest gift of all tells me two words, “Do not.” No, I refuse. Only in her eyes am I worthy. But how can I refuse her words which binds me? She fades away and all that’s left is a fading memory of that once had. I had to watch. I had to watch her being taken away within the clasps of my cold embrace. And do nothing. Nothing could be done. Like the keeper of time, I had to watch. Watch the sands of time slipping away. Watch the leaves in autumn wither away. Watch forever and a day. . . I now understand what she went through. All those years of watching, watching your loved ones slip away from existence, was very painful indeed. Indeed it is. She is gone. She lays on the ground, next to the chapel. Oh, how I wish she’d open her eyes one last time so I could swim within its stormy radiance. But, I am too selfish to wake her from her peaceful slumber; peaceful and beautiful under the moonlight in eternal sleep; my angel of mercy. Dead. The chilling word. . . I feel it in my spine, I feel the shivers. At least, she will be happy in the next dimension. I only wish to join her. However, I cannot. Lisa. Her final moments. . . She asks of me what I cannot fight alone, but she nods knowingly. I hold her tightly, I watched her battle, the evil is strong. Only one could subdue it. Her. It has always been her; even as she speaks otherwise, we both knew the truth. Yes, one day I must return; return to what I once was. Still, they try to contain me, capture me, try to control that which can’t be chained. I have lived long enough to see through their pathetic attempts. It is a pity they do not understand. My empty eyes watch. No longer did I feel the sorrow, for my heart was hollow. It was suddenly clear to me how different a contrast they were from her. The fact was, they weren’t her; they weren’t a jumble of beauty and innocence. They were deceitful, greedy, an ugly lot. Worms. . . That’s what they were, worms. That day had come. Not even all the waters of Neptune could cool the burning ire’s within my soul. They shall suffer. . . they shall feel the pain which I have felt, which I have lived and breathed a thousand fold. They shall feel sadness for what I have become, and despair for what is to come. They shall feel the cold encompassing breath of death down their necks. With the two words within my name I had them numb with fear. Then they gave me a new title. With a third word in my name, I could have them tremble in my wake. With four words alone, I can destroy a man. I can destroy them in more ways than one. I return their icy gaze. It is unfortunate that my only escape from reality is in silence; the silencing of them. At least, the silence will be short and I shall fulfill that destiny. The destiny I have paved before me; the destiny for me alone. Only after silence, but with that silence there comes death; destruction. I am compensated only by the small amount of satisfaction as I make it rain; make it rain blood to wash away my tears. I have spilled much and have much more to spill. No longer shall they see the shores of mother Earth. No longer will they taste the fresh air which penetrates the lungs in ecstasy. No longer shall they see. See another day. They will never see it again. The last thing they’ll ever see is only darkness, destruction, only me. But then, even in unknowable darkness, I have found redemption. I feel the pain; the pain another is going through. I see her face, anguish written upon it. Then I falter. I had stopped. Why? I had seen a thousand shades, and I could categorize this one among them. But. . . there was one thought, one vision that I could not banish. She reminded me; reminded me of her. The ashes within my heart begin to stir. But, the fact remains she wasn’t her no matter how much I desired it. Still. . . She doesn’t know me; does not understand what still lays dormant inside me. It was foolish of her to even think she had a chance against me, and still though I assume she knows, she still tries so hard. She had already lost before it had begun. There was no chance, no salvation; no light at the end of the tunnel in her mad crusade. It is a shame; I don’t know her as much as I had thought. I thought that she was like all the rest. Weak. But she was not; not that way. Her strength is one she does not wish to have. I had sired her and she had learned well. I use to tell her that there is no pain where strength lies. I lied. If it were true, then why is it so painful in here? Why do I live such a painful existence? She was not strong physically, but her faith was strong. Her faith was stronger than mine. But at what cost for her success? Death. A sad smile played across my face back then, foolish was I. I had seen many eras. I wished to see many more with her by my side. I could not. I realized instead, I destroyed one. The most beautiful one, I destroyed. I shake my head in shame. Destiny is cruel. I shake my head in pity, another life extinguished. The darkness has reigned long enough. I will not stand idly by for it to consume me further. I wished so much that the stone had withered; the one that wished upon me, this destiny. The destiny to see many eras. The destiny to watch others die. A warm sensation flows through me. I open my eyes slowly. Can this last? That remains to be seen. I never thought I’d feel again. Destiny is unpredictable. I admire her persistence. But I was wrong. It is not that simple. It goes beyond simple admiration. She was not Lisa; she was different, and she had captured my heart. I know that much; I know that now. And in one last peak; one last denouement; one last ultimatum I give her the world but she does not want it. She is too kind, too innocent even bathed in blood beyond redemption. The darkness began to waver; it began to fade. It would never be gone, but it could change and change it did. I act now upon her wish; a wish she had not voiced but was from the inner- voice, the truest desire of all. The desire I will now act upon to fulfill this small request. And here I am again; sauntering the world of the living. I guess it is my reimbursement for destroying the life of one; one planet of many lives. Until such a time should dictate me, I will not voice again the four words of no return that she has learned as well. They were to prepare, and prepare they should for the lack of existence; the void. ‘Prepare for the void. . .’ -End of Dracula’s POV- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------- Authors Notes: Updating slow as usual.