Daughter Of The Dark
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Blood; one sip and nothing else will ever do, it was Halloween and the sun had sunk down below the horizon in a pumpkin-colored blaze. What better time than this for a Vampire to walk unscathed through the parks and avenues of
Rose listened to Victor’s abrupt strangled finality as he presented himself with an offer of eternal life and love in exchange for marriage. He was rich, tall and handsome, definitely a man to die for, or to kill for. They traveled to the Balkans and were wed in the dank mustiness of
The wedding evening began with primrose promises of love and pure beauty, but during the night, with all its forbidden pleasures of the flesh, consummated with shrieks and screams, entranced with physical horror, the lovemaking ended in violence. In a sudden flight of neurotic despair, Rose ran for her life, ecstasy had turned to exasperation in her darkened new world of starving shadows as she attempted to cross the mountains during a violent snowstorm while temperatures dipped below zero. She was rescued by her Vampire husband, saved from death’s victorious sting as he brought her across into his secret vile Vampire world.
Die into me, my love, I and thou…Victor plunged his teeth into his own wrist, dripping blood into her unconscious mouth as she awakened dazed with wonderment, pushing him away too soon as he responded in a fitful anger. She was half-mortal and half-Vampire, yet still alive. He was trying in vain to keep his tryst with the demons but now she was forever his.
He changed her name to Dark Rose and soon they discovered a child had been conceived; there would finally be a daughter for the Vampire.
Victor acclimated his wife to the Gothic ancestral art of feeding, love and terror are the only true realities; he told her as she took to the killings like a zealot to the Holy Grail. Together they ruled the night; the demons in her mind urged her into the darkness worse than a predatory beast as she slid demented into the realms of madness. His twin sister, Victoria, returned home with her macabre aura and unwanted gifts of mayhem, wanting to help, asking for nothing except to be loved. Another man, Odysseus, a most welcome companion, was also immortal but in a different way. He was never silent about his ideas; he was a caring confident Father figure, never off-balance, performing cures from ancient humanskin manuscripts.
He was in charge of the needs of the Vampires, he’d done everything in his power to prevent the inevitable tragedy but there was nothing more he could do. He couldn’t believe the destruction
For five long years little Violette survived as an imaginary prisoner in a haunted castle, one where anything blasphemous could happen as long as it approached the chilling hideous. She saw herself as a minor figure in a broken down kingdom, born of the mortal light, but her parents lived in a rampage of evil, mistaking blood addiction for love and nothing was ever right with their world, until one sunny afternoon Violette discovered the coffin room and opened the lid, seeing her beloved daddy asleep in the sleep of the undead. The unknown became known and the five-year old was devastated, Victor tried in vain to erase those images from her mind but it proved to be fruitless. That very same night, hearing his plans to make Violette immortal, Dark Rose returned to Manhattan with her, she didn’t want this child to become a salivating Vampire; being mortal was beautiful and precious, like a beautiful pink flower opening and closing, immortality was having that flower plucked from its roots, stomped and laughed at as it withered and died.
Violette lived happily with her Grammy on
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In the beginning there was Silence but that was before the Earth came alive with Light, then Darkness and Night followed quickly. Life entered into this World and meaning was given to form, order to chaos and direction to motion. Words went forth and covered the World, seeking and destroying with a summer’s greatness and a winter’s tragedy, but the Word-bearers became tired and speechless, history grew stale and cluttered the Earth with endless wars and the Silent Stars told no more fairy-tales. The fullness of the Silence and the Night was absolute until something else came to Earth. Centuries ago a lonely Vampire traveled swiftly across the land as a new World emerged out of the Darkness. With taloned fingers attached to spiny-thrashing wings he struck out in the Night: his name was Victor; one of the Devil’s Damned. He sought out a woman and swooped down to claim her with the strength of ten as she struggled to no avail…he felt the blood of life throbbing through her veins tempting him like some Sequined Siren…Blood: one sip and nothing else will ever do! Victor clawed at her throat, tearing deep furrows with his long razor-sharp teeth as blood exploded from her neck, its brassy copper odor adding to his madness as he listened to her screams, felt the dying, but nothing else mattered, he consumed her completely, not only her blood, but her feelings, her emotions, her loves, and he relished them as if they were his own. Death had come that Night; not with a tender warm hand and a memorable song, but with a different kind of embrace…and only then did the first exhilarating death occur, and from out of this Screaming outrageous dream-like decadence came the “DAUGHTER OF THE DARK”.
About the Author
I write about desolate death and the ghastly grief that dwells inside me. While I was composing DAUGHTER OF THE DARK I immersed myself with confidence into the depths of a Vampiric soul and its mysteries, and from that world of horror this manuscript form blossomed…life, death and the importance of eternity; all three depending solely on the internal movements of the soul which provokes it, and that reaction appears on these pages forming their images my darkened soul had fashioned in its dreams. Beauty and Good are in Heaven but science is on the Earth, still crawling slowly on the ground: my story’s a farce filled with the endless decadence of the writer’s mind, still steeping like green tea with Ginseng.
{Cover posed by my beautiful niece: KELLY MICHELLE ROARK.}