I saw it like it was right in front of me, like I could reach out and touch it, like it was meant for me. When it happened, it was so frightening and it had no warning, it just happened. I was so scared, so alone… so dead.
It was so cold on that lonely winter night. I was walking alone through a mace of trees, which was my short cut to the store. My mother had been yelling; she was having one of those days. So I did what I usually did when ever this happened. I left and gone on a walk. I had bundled up in my synthetic fur coat that went to my knees and has fur fluffing up around the collar, on the bottom trim, and the cuffs. I threw on the scarf I got last year, and the boots I had gotten this Christmas.
As I walked I could hear the pitter-patter of my feet on the soft, perfectly white snow. It was so perfect, so flawless. The falling snow and freezing temperature reminded me of Christmas when I was eight. That particular year was my favorite because it was my last with my sister Elizabeth.
Elizabeth was my older sister, and always there for me. Until one day in September nine years ago, we found out she has cancer. I wasn’t quite sure which kind, but at the time I was too young to tell the difference. All I knew was that she had cancer, and just almost four months later, she died.
On Christmas eve we went to the hospital because something had happened. We stayed there through Christmas and after two more days, that was it. I didn’t know why, I didn’t know what a killing machine cancer was. All I knew was that his monster had taken my sister from me, and I hated it. After all, I was only eight. I didn’t understand so I locked my self in my room and didn’t come out for three days. The candy stash and privet bathroom kept me alive for that short period.
Sometimes I still lock myself in there, and cry for hours on end… I remember the gift see gave me that Christmas. It was a snow globe, with a fish inside and two cats playing on the outside. If you wound it up, it played The Entertainer. Of course being only eight, I didn’t appreciate it much. But know that she was gone, it was my most prized possession.
I was lost in my thoughts. Troubled by my mind. Then I hit something. It was hard, it felt like I had run into a rock. I looked up and saw a man in my way. He didn’t look startled that I had so bluntly run into him. His grey eyes had no sign of alarm, and his eye brows weren’t bent in an angry look. He wore a long black coat with a hood that he had not placed over his dark bald head.
“I’m sorry sir, I didn’t see you there. Please forgive me,” I apologized “I’m sorry.” I started to turn and walk back home, abandoning with mission of the convince store, I wasn’t out for anything specific, when he grabbed my arm. I turned to face him to see what he wanted. His lips formed the thinnest grin and I knew this wasn’t good.
I screamed to see what help I could get out here in the small forest. He pulled me closer, bend down to my height, and sank his teeth into the soft flesh of my neck.
The pain was so unbelievable, it was what I imagined would be worse than death. I let out another scream, weaker and gurgling from the blood that was rising in my throat. A scream not for help, but out of sheer terror and agony.
He slowly lowered me to the ground and whispered into my blood covered ear, “Shouldn’t have been walking alone…” and he was gone. I thought I had been left there to slowly perish, and the perfect white snow was disrupted by this crimson fluid that flowed out of my penetrated skin, until there was none left.
- Title: Cruepelum Prologue
- Artist: vam_pie_er_chick
This is a story I started when I was like... 10.. I've redone it a few times to minimize the errors.
Basically what a Cruepelum is, is a different version of a vampire. I made them not real vampires because I wanted to be able to make them how I want them to be.
Don't worry, non of them sparkle ;)
- Date: 01/19/2011
- Tags: crupelum prologue
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