The Prologue (2009)
I see now how Lestat must have felt as he slept away the centuries. Except I didn't choose this sleep. I was forced into it. Bound in chains like silk against my skin, and left to slowly starve. My captors did feed me, I can't say they left me completely neglected. The synthetic blood they did allow me was like feeding veggie meat to a lion, on top of being tainted with some form of poison I have yet to identify. I fought for a long time to not eat. The hunger pains became to much so I gave in. Whatever they tainted it with kept me d**gged an docile. On the outside. My mind was raging on the inside. With no means of acting upon my rage with my powers depleted, my mind became tired too. After awhile I became so weak in mind, body and spirit, I did the only thing I could do to save what was left of myself. I went into hibernation.
Upon realizing they couldn't wake me they moved me to a stone coffin deep in a nameless basement. And so I have remained for the last hundred or so years. I have truly lost count. I lay asleep waiting. My sleep was once peaceful, a release from the magical bounds that tormented me, but lately it has become increasingly restless. Dreams of life before I was captured taunt my rest. The lingering taste of fresh human blood flavored with uncontrolled lust is but a memory on my tongue. A ghostly memory on my flesh. I wonder how I have managed 2 sleep this long without feeding.
My b**st is stirring. I can feel her tossing restlessly. Not yet aware but sensing something is amiss. Kinda like being in a deep sleep and having to pee. Your subconscious starts sending signals thru your dreams that its time to get up and go before its too late. Well, my dreams are warning me, sounding like an alarm smothered underneath blankets and pillows though I sleep with neither. Warning me that if I don't wake soon and feed, I may never wake again.
I have dreams of waking an stretching my thick dark wings after what seemed like ages. Wondering if I can still remember how to fly or will I fall on my face the first time I try. Instead, maybe I'd glide unnoticed thru the streets, blending with the people as they pass. No one really sees me unless I wish them too. Even then they are never quite sure what they saw. They just notice a warm feeling in their core, a moment of breathlessness, and a glimpse of a face they can't forget, nor can the describe or recall. Living among the humans is odd at times, but they really are remarkable creatures. Especially with their capacity for emotion. Love and lust in particular; others such as betrayal and jealousy, I can definitely do without.
My most recent dream sent my blood boiling. I was with him. The one who bound me in the first place. Only he was as he was when we first met, not the horrible tainted tyrant he had become. The sight of him struck a cord deep in the center of me, the smell of his lust tainted blood called to my b**st, and she responded accordingly. At each other at once, clothes flying, bodies melded into one. He grabbed me, claimed me as his own, and controlled my body, turning me this way and that never letting me go. Deeper and deeper inside me he plunged as his lust grew and grew. In a thundering moment of passion I sank my teeth into his throat letting his warm flesh fill my mouth, his essence gliding down my throat like … like….then the dream ends. An abrupt pull of the plug or flip of the switch. Leaving me howling if I had a voice with which to howl with. It is time to rise. I have slept to long. It is time to rise and feed once more.
Upon realizing they couldn't wake me they moved me to a stone coffin deep in a nameless basement. And so I have remained for the last hundred or so years. I have truly lost count. I lay asleep waiting. My sleep was once peaceful, a release from the magical bounds that tormented me, but lately it has become increasingly restless. Dreams of life before I was captured taunt my rest. The lingering taste of fresh human blood flavored with uncontrolled lust is but a memory on my tongue. A ghostly memory on my flesh. I wonder how I have managed 2 sleep this long without feeding.
My b**st is stirring. I can feel her tossing restlessly. Not yet aware but sensing something is amiss. Kinda like being in a deep sleep and having to pee. Your subconscious starts sending signals thru your dreams that its time to get up and go before its too late. Well, my dreams are warning me, sounding like an alarm smothered underneath blankets and pillows though I sleep with neither. Warning me that if I don't wake soon and feed, I may never wake again.
I have dreams of waking an stretching my thick dark wings after what seemed like ages. Wondering if I can still remember how to fly or will I fall on my face the first time I try. Instead, maybe I'd glide unnoticed thru the streets, blending with the people as they pass. No one really sees me unless I wish them too. Even then they are never quite sure what they saw. They just notice a warm feeling in their core, a moment of breathlessness, and a glimpse of a face they can't forget, nor can the describe or recall. Living among the humans is odd at times, but they really are remarkable creatures. Especially with their capacity for emotion. Love and lust in particular; others such as betrayal and jealousy, I can definitely do without.
My most recent dream sent my blood boiling. I was with him. The one who bound me in the first place. Only he was as he was when we first met, not the horrible tainted tyrant he had become. The sight of him struck a cord deep in the center of me, the smell of his lust tainted blood called to my b**st, and she responded accordingly. At each other at once, clothes flying, bodies melded into one. He grabbed me, claimed me as his own, and controlled my body, turning me this way and that never letting me go. Deeper and deeper inside me he plunged as his lust grew and grew. In a thundering moment of passion I sank my teeth into his throat letting his warm flesh fill my mouth, his essence gliding down my throat like … like….then the dream ends. An abrupt pull of the plug or flip of the switch. Leaving me howling if I had a voice with which to howl with. It is time to rise. I have slept to long. It is time to rise and feed once more.
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