The Sinister Queen of Vampirism

Will she Find her love?

 His slender frame was pushed against mine a sexual dance. We were one person, I didn’t even know his name. I realized I didn’t care. I had just gotten done tearing a person to shreds and feeding their remains to my local pets. This man had no idea who I was, what I was capable of. Not murder, no something much more beautiful. A sexual rush, a form of ecstasy if you will, and I always made sure they enjoyed their last measly moments on this sad planet.

He was pushing me onto him more now, I could feel his sudden length as it rested upon my thigh. He was enjoying himself. “How do I make you feel? Do you want me? Let me know. Tell me your darkest fantasies, everything.” I whispered as he rested his muscular torso on top of my fragile looking one. He thought he was the boss? Oh no. “You make me feel so dirty baby, I want you so bad. Make this unforgettable.” He gasped as he bit on my neck.

He was rummaging in his pockets when the scent exploded around me. “S**t, I think I cut myself.” I couldn’t contain myself. I grabbed his frail index finger and put it in my mouth, I savored it, yearned for it, every last drop of it. This was the tease of all teases. I took him by the hair and heard him cry out. “This will never be something you forget.” I cooed before taking his voluptuous neck into my mouth. I bit. He screamed, they all do. But then it died, along with him.

I took his wasted body into the tunnels and through him away, he was nothing to me, let the Lykens have his useless corps. As the night turned to day William came to my side. “Mistress I must tell you I sense another of your kind.” William was a seer, the best actually. “Thank you Will, you may leave, have Katherine start me a bath.”

I lie in the water, it was neutral, life was neutral, and that’s how it would be until I found him, my other half, my love, the only one left of my kind. I had a vision that night, a concert. It was held somewhere in the valley, and I was to go. I would make him mine. I excused myself from the bathroom and dressed. I went out for a walk, that’s when the scent caught. It wasn’t normal, it was sweat, cologne, cigarettes and the faint smell of charcoal, the only kind of scent you would get from an artist.

Ah, so he is an artist. I followed the scent. It lead to what looked to be an abandoned warehouse, “How romantic,” I sighed and opened the gates. I could hear music, loud rock n’ roll I think it’s called, I liked it. Loud, dangerous, sexual. It reminded me of the day I died. I was 23, and it was 1689, I was living with my mother, I was unwed and unable to bear children. He came in the night, Zechariah Luminous The Third. He took me by the neck and held me in the air. I was there until I could no longer breath. “Aurora,” He chanted my name in such a sinful manor. I remember looking up in a different place. “I see potential in you, greatness, you shall by my heir.” His words melted like candle wax around me, suffocating me, intoxicating me. He leaned my head back, there was nothing I could do, I was his, and he was mine.

Zechariah drug his hand over my face as if to cherish the moment. “Your blood is the purest, I could smell it miles away. Like a symphony calling my name. This will hurt for a second, my child.” He smoothed down my hair and opened his mouth wide, I wasn’t scared, I was enchanted, under a spell. What I felt as he tore into my bare neck wasn’t pain, it was sexual, it was something I had never experienced. My body died that night. Zechariah left me months later, a kind of vampire suicide.

I felt my hunger deepening for this moment. At a snail’s pace I opened the door, exhilaration washing over me. That’s when I saw him, he must have felt my presence because the music stopped. People (If that is what you would call them) began to bow as I strolled over to him. We were lured to each other, casting a spell over the crowed. Silence not even the swish of a blinking eye. It was passionate and sensual and we had yet to touch each other. His name was Declan, I didn’t need to hear it, just as he had no need to hear my name. We were each others half, the only two vampires left.

Declan has a pale complexion he had such soft features. His hair was as dark as death, his lips, ah his lips, they made one quiver just to glance at them. He had a very shaped jaw line, feminine yet muscular. He was a tall man 6’3 maybe. His hair went a little over one eye which I just noticed were a golden blue. I thought I was dieing all over again. I felt exposed, and fragile, I felt human. “Aurora, I’ve felt your presence for so long my dear. Your scent is everywhere I turn, My pet, Marcus Told me that though my music, I would find the answers.” Declan said.

We were nose to nose and I could feel his aura covering my entire body, I was able to feel all of my senses. I just scarcely touched his pale cheek and a heave of emotion plowed into my body. I evoked every good thing in my life. As I did I fell into him. Our lips met, lights in the warehouse flickered on, sparks exploded and a gush of a massacre-like feeling flooded the place. The crowd of beings cried out in pain. I loved it. Declan pulled away in shock. “I knew I would find you, my love.” I had taken him in my arms his penetrating eyes were tender. And I began to get the feeling of self pity. “How is it I can feel emotion, regret and happiness?” Declan took me aside from his people

He smiled at me, “Aurora, I am a vampire of emotion. You feel because we are one. Saw the omens even the prophet foretold it. My make was Zechariah he left me with his journal, said that when the time came the vampire race would no longer be in danger.” Declan paused, “Don’t you see my love, we hold the key to existence. Immortality and emotion. It’s what I’ve always hoped for.” he finished.

We made love that night, he was my soul barer and I was his, I was to be the mother of the antichrist, my purpose in life, or in my un-life. Who would have thought that I, Aurora Winters of Ireland am the Sinister Queen of Vampirism? Declan stood by my side, we are the family of evil, the rulers of the underworld.
At least for now… 

Author's Note

I wrote this back in High school I really wanted to go farther with it, what do you think? Also I know My Grammar is a bit bad sorry for that never really was good at that kind of thing.

Reviews

[foreveryoung]

I definitely liked this piece. I think you should keep working on it! I would suggest revising though, the choppy GPaS was a little distracting, but other than that, well done!