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PierreI look up, watching the dark clouds loom overhead in an intimidating manner. Quaking ever so slightly with anticipation, I stepped forward into the shade of the porch.
The door opened noiselessly by unseen hands or contraption, verifying my original impression that something was not as it should be in this house. Despite my conscious mind telling me to turn back, I could hear the steady tapping of my heels, concealed beneath my long dress, as they made their way across the floor.
This was my aunts house, originally. After her sudden yet somewhat eminent death, all her belongings were thrust into my hands. With my parents dead and my future husband devoted to his mistress, I felt like a child again; alone and frightened. Lost after playing too long. I curled up in the chaisse-longs in the parlour, wishing for nothing but my childhood innocence back.
I knew it was there. The doctors told me it wasnt, that I was ill. I knew it was there. I knew it was neither trick of light, n
You're Too LateClutching the handle, I fear to let go
What will become of me? I dread to know
I tremble with excitement, fear gone awry
I love to live, yet I long to die
What is this pain? I do not know
Too late now, Ill make it go
I take my friend, my only kin
Bring it down to break the skin
Sighing gently, I feel so free
I know nobody will notice me
No-one will see the marks I leave
No-one to make me roll up my sleeve
It goes too deep, the blood erupts
Volcano-like from unhealed cuts
I cant get help, I cant go back
I cant wait til it all goes black
I sit down and start to quake
My entire world begins to shake
Find me quickly, Help me more
Blood creeps across the snow-white floor
Hear my cries, dont leave me here!
Hold me close, hold me near
I lie back the clock reaches my death date
Its no use now, youre already too late
Memoirs of the Night-EpilogueThey left the house in a hurry. Their brothers friends were coming over and neither of the two could stand listening to yet another lengthy conversation about football. With a choice of staying in or going for a walk in the woods, they chose the latter. The pair lived in the sort of town that never seemed to change, so there was nothing for them to do.
Giggling and arm in arm, the girls walked the short path to the forest. The sun was burning their shoulders, but neither cared. Slight sunburn wasnt that bad. They werent paying much attention to the path when they found them.
Two skeletons led in the road, hand in hand. Screaming, the younger ran away while her sister stepped forward to investigate. They looked as if they had been burnt, but there hadnt been any fires recently. Odd. As unsightly as the skeletons were, Natalie felt drawn to them. They held some sort of hypnotic power over her. She could sense movement, but that was impossible. Dead bodies didn
Memoirs of the Night - Chpt 7It was too much. Being cooped up in that tiny room was putting us both under too much pressure. We needed to escape, to get out. However, that proved far more difficult than imagined. For one, the bartender knew about us. He was more concerned for his business; nobody would come to a bar housing vampires. This seemed rather pointless to me; from what I could see, nobody came anyway.
Our opportunity arose when he left for his annual holiday. Rosaline packed a bag while I checked the boarded-up windows for the weather situation. It was cloudy and dull, perfect weather for us. We left as silently as possible, if nobody heard us leave it would leave longer before they began to chase us.
We ran for miles. We didnt care where we ended up as long as we were alone. We passed fields and trees, towns that didnt seem to have changed in the past fifty years. Stopping in a forest, out of breath and thirsty, we realised our fatal mistake. The clouds were breaking, revealing glimpses of s
Memoirs of the Night - Chpt 6Am I dead? I opened my eyes cautiously to find Rosaline staring deep into them, concerned. What had happened? Was I a dream? I was filled with questions, but I could not speak. I felt faint, when was the last time I ate? All my memories were a blur, were they even memories? I opened my mouth to ask, but no sound could escape. My throat was dry, I needed to feed.
She understood. Putting a finger on her lips to signify that silence was necessary, she pulled me to a heap lying on the floor. The immorality of it did not occur to me; my primitive urge to feed was overwhelming. I drank deeply, the metallic taste of the liquid flowing through my body. It nourished me; gave me the strength to continue. After feeding, I glanced up at Rosaline, wondering what she must think of me. I was drinking a strangers blood, not giving a second thought to his family, his friends; the people he was leaving behind. But she was smiling, even with the blood dripping down my face and my hair a mess. She r
Memoirs of the Night - Chpt 5It was absolute heaven. Everything else just seemed to disappear as she gently kissed my lips. The cold, wet floor seemed comfortable when she was there. I stared into her eyes and caught the devilish glint that suggested what she wanted to do would be frowned upon in society.
She pushed me further to the ground, kissing me harder and harder. Her hands slowly moved from their original position on the ground to trace my figure. I led in a daze, not entirely sure what was happening. Her head moved to my neck and her sharp teeth sunk into my neck, causing a sharp intake of breath on my part. She looked up, asking permission as one of her hands lightly moved down my legs, pulling up my skirt. Smiling, I adjusted my position to make it easier for her.
Bowing her head, she pulled down the boxers I was wearing, tutting playfully at my boyish underwear. Her hands traced my legs, settling in between them. I sighed; I wanted her to stop teasing me. Separating them, she bowed her head further...
Memoirs of the Night - Chpt 4Hand in hand, we ran for miles. I no longer felt tired after exertion; the fluid movement of my long, slender legs was exhilarating. We left the shouting behind, fleeing to our own world. A world where only we existed; nobody was there to judge or discriminate. The world in the forest.
We collapsed against a tree, panting with the exhaustion. The adrenaline was beginning to wear off, and my lags collapsed underneath me. Rosaline slid down the tree to meet me, smiling devilishly. She leant in to kiss me, her low-cut dress dipping seductively. I closed my eyes, kissing her back as her hands traced the outline of my figure. She pushed me further into the undergrowth, hiding us from any passers-by. Not that we would find any in this isolated part of the woods.
Were we staying here? I was torn between fear and excitement. Part of me longed to return home and to ordinary life, but would I ever be able to? Would I ever see my family again? Tears filled my eyes as I thought of my mother; what
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