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 Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 12:39 am
This story was based off a poem of mine...
Irish Promise
A lone shadow marks footsteps
Walked long years ago.
It blurs the memories
Engraved in the dimmest moonlight.
Dim Irish Dreams,
Full of Promise.
It's a crisp, full moon which
Shines off stained canines.
A trench coat lengthens a
Black shadow of a man.
An Irish hat, an Irish Promise
Of twenty some years.
An Irish Promise of
Two vampires
In
Love.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 1:25 am
Chapter One Shuffling from right foot then to the left, I could feel my eyes welling up with tears, a sea of salt ready to let go to the barren plains of damp skin resting under my eyes. I could smell the wind as rain lurked from within the gray clouds above. The breeze blew through my clothing as if tissue paper, pushing my leather coat against my skin like ice. The air was full with an unusual autumn scent, unwilling to accept the harsh winter ahead.
A car alarm sprang to life as I realized the sun setting over a tomb stone in the distance. Stretching my arm in the air then placing the back end of my hand before my face I read the time, six o'clock. I was late, but I didn't want to leave.
Rain fell in unison with my tears, sending my chin to the ground one last time. The head stone at my feet looked at me with stone eyes which spoke ever so clearly: "I love you, I love you..."
Memories of his breath teased my ears, ridding the rain down my face, neck and lastly my tender breasts.
Turning to leave the grave yard, a blank mist lurked within the nothingness of space. Silence within the shadows. A ghost of a man lingured in my mind as our eyes met for the first time in what seemed an eternity. I could feel a sting of pain pull the blood from my beating heart.
Nothing had changed from when we last met.
"It's been two decades at most." That deep Irish voice echoed in a sensual fashion. He counted decades as if days, for his life span was... different to say the least. His body hovered forward, ghost like, as his foot stepped without hesitation upon a glass vase. The trees whistled around me, warnings of an evil presence. Placing a hand on the tomb stone near him, Dante smirked. "Do you fear I will harm you?" He questioned in an all knowing tone as I felt my head tweak slowly up and down. Looking to the parking lot, he followed my gaze. "Leave that life behind you." Dante ordered, raising his arm toward me as an offering as he took a few steps toward me.
Standing between me and the parking lot, Dante was over powering. He appeared to have grown, about six foot six, more bulk around his shoulders, chest and arms as well as his neck and jaw line. Aside from the new toned bod, the thin physic of his look hadn't changed much. The smell of menthol cigarettes engulfed his body. Deep cheek bones lifted narrow green eyes with a dark, furrowed brow. I shivered slightly as his shadow fell at my feet. The dozen or so graves around us were even more silent as the trees cried in the wind.
Memories began to haunt me, tease me, lure me back to him. Nights filled with talk of our past lives, our futures, our dreams. Moonlit meetings about heaven, hell, vampires, and end times. That red full moon when my blood was the wine he drank, forcing something awake that I didn't know was hiding in my veins. The spirit of a vampire flowed within my veins, destiny awoke in that moment...
"I swore to never full fill that destiny." My lips spoke as my heart began to pump blood filled with fire, slowly forcing me to move toward him. Every breath brought us closer, our hearts yearning for the others blood. A warm exhale of peppermint descended upon my collar bone, our bodies now close enough to hear the pumping of blood in the smallest of veins. I knew it would be different this time, Kree was no longer with me. The past would bring us together, me to him, weather I liked it or not.
"You can never turn from this path." Dante spoke softly, treating me like the child he had met 20 years ago. I felt a tug on my waist which seemed as if two vines were drawing me into the shadows of an old creaky tree. As I flt the long forgotten warmth of his body against mine, an expected kiss was placed upon the line of my jaw. "You will never want to leave me again." His voice whispered in my ear as our cheeks were pressed against one another. I could feel two lumps growing within his jaw, in the distance a full moon had began to fade into the sky.
"My life has changed, I have a child now!" I was surprised by the strength in my voice as I managed a few steps back, his arms unwinding from my waist. "I have a daughter." My voice cracked as her face echoed in my mind. Dante shook his head in an shallow silence as his arms wrapped around my waist even tighter this time. The clank of the chain fence that separated the grave yard and the parking lot repeated the trees worry of danger.
"You have nothing left in this world but Jade and I, one happy family." Dante paused for my reaction to his knowledge of her name. "Of course you have told her she is a mudblood." A smile arose on his face as our eyes met, fire burning within my veins. "Don't tell me you didn't know?" Dante asked with innocence. "A full blood marries a human, its fate." My eyes began to tear up as they fell to the tomb stone at my side. "It was his time, and don't worry, I made his passing easy." His breath was hot in my ear.
"You demon!" I shouted as I spit in his face, taking my chance to run. The scent of old smoke lingered on his lips as he gasped. As my legs darted over a tomb stone, something caught me and dragged me back. "NO!" I shouted like a child as his strong, thin arms wrapped around my waist. Either I had lost a lot of weight after my husbands death, or Dante's arms had grown.
"You will never leave me again!" Dante shouted, another surge of hot breath went down my ear and neck. "And that girl of yours is mine!" As my legs kicked, my arms pulling at him, struggling to get free, I could feel my energy fading, my body slipping. Soft skin was placed over my shoulder parted with an exhale, then another over my neck. A cold, two hard objects like a rock from space, was placed upon the space between his frozen lips. I couldn't tell when it had happened till a sharp pain began to pull the blood from my veins. Time slowed, rain drop after rain drop echoed in the trees. The thud of my heart almost came to a stop at the call of those stained canines of his. In his arms, my body became lifeless once more. His lips sucked away my last ounce of energy, only willing to give it back the moment I spoke his praise.
Damn that Irish Promise!
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