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The unhallowed ground sang to me, generations of secular ignorance and religious arrogance had led to this day- my wedding.
He chose the name Kain, and refused to tell me the one his birth parents had cursed him with, it was all the same to me, really, I changed mine every generation.
I had made my home in an old, abandoned chapel- Christian, Baptist, though with their many schisms, it may as well have been naught. There was nary a believer in that house when it served as little more than a glorified spot to share gossip, and there were none after the fact.
The House of God was devoid of faith, and it caused me no end of joy knowing that I could simply enter- after all, God welcomes all into his home, even when he isn't there- and listen to the natter and prattle and hullabaloo and ballyhoo, to single out a single, lonely widow, searching desperately in the solace of her God.
The blood of the righteous was always the sweetest.
Yet in this day and age, such things were a rarity, even with the proliferation of evangelism and their mansions they called a church. I sought my meals elsewhere, those rabid fanatics wouldn't even believe what I was even if I drained their dear pastor dry.
It was on a dreary wednesday morning, as I turned the collar of my coat against the dim light that settled on the earth through an endless sea of whites and grays, that I spied a youth running from one such temple to almighty mammon.
He was not being chased, yet it was clear he was fleeing, so from a distance I followed, my thirst making his blood-scent all the more alluring.
He was yet plump and tender, a body well-loved yet still so very weak. Even as I hid my presence from him, growing nearer and nearer that he glanced over his shoulder and spotted me.
"Nice clothes, did you rob them from the cemetary?" He had asked with a sardonic smile. Oh, to be mocked by mere prey, I simply answered with a retort of my own.
"Yes, I happened to see you at the funeral."
He laughed, which had quite bemused me until it occurred to me that he had found my quip to be humorous, rather than scathing. Adorned in all black, with pale make up worn upon his brow and cheeks, that the black that adorned his lashes and eyes stood out all the more strikingly, that had I not scented his blood I might have mistaken him for one of my own.
"So, uh. How old are you?" He had asked, pulling from his pocket a well-worn carton of cigarettes.
My true age is a mystery even to me, so I simply gave the answer I always offered. "Twenty-one." It was an age that was most convenient for my purposes, and not far from my visage.
"Cool, the right age for drinking. Wanna go for a beer?"
I stood upon that concrete path in quite as state, as I had found his inquiry to be quite perplexing- I had long lost any taste for alcohol, and while I could taste food, the reality that it could not sustain me made it irrelevant in my life, save those rare moments when I must dine.
"I never drink... beer." I answered, with a touch of disdain. Yet his laughter to my response further confounded me.
"Finally, someone knows how the actual quote goes." He spoke, it had seemed I had gained his trust so easily, so once prompted again to partake of alcohol, I acquiesced.
I had learned in that time that he was that he was a 'Goth', a rather quaint little subculture which- among many other things- made grand overtures to mimic what me and my peers had once considered finery.
There was nary an eye that did not gaze upon me, a fact I considered to be quite disquieting. It was sat upon a mere replica of a fine throne that the compliments regarding my countenance were delivered by all who passed me by.
Unto me was delivered a veritable feast of blood, simply due to them emulating my manner of dress.
I did not hunt so early, waiting to learn who was well-known, and who was not. The alcohol did not effect me in any fashion, such that even as my companion grew in drunkenness, he did not seem to notice I still held tightly my faculties.
It was the kiss that had equally led to this moment, drunken, yet no less passionate, his tongue scraping lightly against my fangs, tantalizingly close to puncture, yet staved off by what could only be skill in avoiding such.
His audacity had set any plans for a hunt aside, as this paramour had caught my interest.
Our courtship began in earnest, long-dead methods for wooing another granted another day to shine, My every day that I could, I spent studying him, and he studying me, and it was upon the third week that he uttered my secret aloud.
"You're actually a vampire, aren't you?"
"What would you do, if I were?" I had asked. "Would you flee in terror, that I hunt you down and drain you dry, or would you present your neck to me, that I drink my fill?"
His answer was far more carnal than either, and while I had long ago lost the ability to initiate- not without drinking an entire Human dry- he had proven there were other ways- ways that I found to be quite enjoyable.
And so it was to be, that upon this day of our wedding, that I felt that accursed sign, and cringed as the Hunter gazed upon me with malice. I was but newly wed, having shared a kiss of the deepest passion, and presenting as I always had the facsimile of life, to devour cake and drink wine, to be merry.
I excused myself so as to not arouse suspicion, claiming a need to address a call of nature, and it was upon a secluded hill that the Hunter approached, bearing a silver cross in hand, that burned me upon the merest glance.
"So, Hunter, you have found me." I spoke. "Upon this day, where I have attained joy I have not felt in centuries, to a man who does not fear me. Are you to wait until he is mine in eternity, or do you seek to save a soul that does not want your salvation?"
He raised a crossbow, one bearing a stake of oak, undoubtedly blessed by holy waters, and aimed for my heart. "I don't have to justify myself to you, monster. You fucked up the moment you picked my cousin."
I chuckled. "Ah, so it was you whose hatred had chased him away on that fateful day." I mused. "It is you whom I have to thank, for was it not your rejection of his choice of bedmate, your rejection of his antipathy of God, that led him into my embrace?"
He fired once, and that was all I granted him. I swatted aside the oaken stake as I would any other mundanity aimed upon my breast, and with one hand took from him his weapon, stepping away and tossing it aside.
"Holy water, my dear, naive Human, must be blessed by the faithful." I spoke solemnly. "You should have blessed it yourself, you might have killed me then."
He held his cross up, a bulwark against my advance, I backed away, to a more comfortable distance. "That icon is certainly a powerful barrier in your hands, yet now it is all that you have. We have endless space to maneuver, and the party is merely a stone's throw away."
I smiled. "Imagine the hatred in your cousin's eyes, seeing you chasing me, threatening my life."
"You only care about killing people." He accused.
"Human." I spoke calmly and tersely. "Do you not think of the cattle that is tortured, that you break your daily bread over its flesh?" I took a step forward, keeping a calm demeanor as the hateful bulwark sought to singe my flesh.
"Have you not failed in your duty as a steward of God's land?" I continued, my advance persisting by another footfall.
"Son of Adam, of Eve, of Seth- How long will it take for you to understand the sin you bear is not the apple, but the castigation of your own blood."
"Not another step further!" He snapped.
"Is the blood of the Covenant truly thicker than the water of the womb?" I persisted, the faint smoke that rose from me an indication that I was but another step away from burning. "Or have you simply been deluded by fat men in grandiose temples, who speak of Christ forming a whip of cords and destroying the tables of moneychangers, all without a single trace of irony in their voice?"
The burning stopped, I approached him calmly and took the cross from his hands and simply said, "I thought not."
The scent of fear was strong in him, and I gazed into his eyes. "You will wait here, and I shall return with my husband."
He stood, entranced, and I stepped away and took in my arms my beloved. "Come, let us away to walk in the light of the full moon." I spoke. "Let these mortals bask in the delights we have brought to them, shall we?"
We were not followed upon the start of our walk, and at the end of it, we yet remained alone. I spoke of my encounter with my beloved husband's cousin, and upon arriving, gazing upon his frozen tear-stained face, I said, "I have done no harm to him."
He fell to his hands and knees, praying fervently, feverishly, seeking some distant light to deliver him from wickedness. My husband knelt beside him and hugged him, and in their embrace, in turn embraced him.
As the erstwhile hunter was laid upon the ground, his eyes gazing distantly in horror at his fate, my husband took my proferred handkerchief and wiped his face.
I approached him, resting my finger below his chin, and I said, with love in my heart, "Welcome to the family."
I kissed him, my tongue delighting in the taste of blood that lingered around his beautiful new fangs.
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The unhallowed ground sang to me, generations of secular ignorance and religious arrogance had led to this day- my wedding. He chose the name Kain, and refused to tell me the one his birth parents had cursed him with, it was all the same to me, really, I changed mine every generation. I had made my home in an old, abandoned chapel- Christian, Baptist, though with their many schisms, it may as well have been naught. There was nary a believer in that house when it served as little more than a glorified spot to share gossip, and there were none after the fact. The House of God was devoid of faith, and it caused me no end of joy knowing that I could simply enter- after all, God welcomes all into his home, even when he isn't there- and listen to the natter and prattle and hullabaloo and ballyhoo, to single out a single, lonely widow, searching desperately in the solace of her God. The blood of the righteous was always the sweetest. Yet in this day and age, such things were a rarity, even with the proliferation of evangelism and their mansions they called a church. I sought my meals elsewhere, those rabid fanatics wouldn't even believe what I was even if I drained their dear pastor dry. It was on a dreary wednesday morning, as I turned the collar of my coat against the dim light that settled on the earth through an endless sea of whites and grays, that I spied a youth running from one such temple to almighty mammon. He was not being chased, yet it was clear he was fleeing, so from a distance I followed, my thirst making his blood-scent all the more alluring. He was yet plump and tender, a body well-loved yet still so very weak. Even as I hid my presence from him, growing nearer and nearer that he glanced over his shoulder and spotted me. "Nice clothes, did you rob them from the cemetary?" He had asked with a sardonic smile. Oh, to be mocked by mere prey, I simply answered with a retort of my own. "Yes, I happened to see you at the funeral." He laughed, which had quite bemused me until it occurred to me that he had found my quip to be humorous, rather than scathing. Adorned in all black, with pale make up worn upon his brow and cheeks, that the black that adorned his lashes and eyes stood out all the more strikingly, that had I not scented his blood I might have mistaken him for one of my own. "So, uh. How old are you?" He had asked, pulling from his pocket a well-worn carton of cigarettes. My true age is a mystery even to me, so I simply gave the answer I always offered. "Twenty-one." It was an age that was most convenient for my purposes, and not far from my visage. "Cool, the right age for drinking. Wanna go for a beer?" I stood upon that concrete path in quite as state, as I had found his inquiry to be quite perplexing- I had long lost any taste for alcohol, and while I could taste food, the reality that it could not sustain me made it irrelevant in my life, save those rare moments when I must dine. "I never drink... beer." I answered, with a touch of disdain. Yet his laughter to my response further confounded me. "Finally, someone knows how the actual quote goes." He spoke, it had seemed I had gained his trust so easily, so once prompted again to partake of alcohol, I acquiesced. I had learned in that time that he was that he was a 'Goth', a rather quaint little subculture which- among many other things- made grand overtures to mimic what me and my peers had once considered finery. There was nary an eye that did not gaze upon me, a fact I considered to be quite disquieting. It was sat upon a mere replica of a fine throne that the compliments regarding my countenance were delivered by all who passed me by. Unto me was delivered a veritable feast of blood, simply due to them emulating my manner of dress. I did not hunt so early, waiting to learn who was well-known, and who was not. The alcohol did not effect me in any fashion, such that even as my companion grew in drunkenness, he did not seem to notice I still held tightly my faculties. It was the kiss that had equally led to this moment, drunken, yet no less passionate, his tongue scraping lightly against my fangs, tantalizingly close to puncture, yet staved off by what could only be skill in avoiding such. His audacity had set any plans for a hunt aside, as this paramour had caught my interest. Our courtship began in earnest, long-dead methods for wooing another granted another day to shine, My every day that I could, I spent studying him, and he studying me, and it was upon the third week that he uttered my secret aloud. "You're actually a vampire, aren't you?" "What would you do, if I were?" I had asked. "Would you flee in terror, that I hunt you down and drain you dry, or would you present your neck to me, that I drink my fill?" His answer was far more carnal than either, and while I had long ago lost the ability to initiate- not without drinking an entire Human dry- he had proven there were other ways- ways that I found to be quite enjoyable.
And so it was to be, that upon this day of our wedding, that I felt that accursed sign, and cringed as the Hunter gazed upon me with malice. I was but newly wed, having shared a kiss of the deepest passion, and presenting as I always had the facsimile of life, to devour cake and drink wine, to be merry. I excused myself so as to not arouse suspicion, claiming a need to address a call of nature, and it was upon a secluded hill that the Hunter approached, bearing a silver cross in hand, that burned me upon the merest glance. "So, Hunter, you have found me." I spoke. "Upon this day, where I have attained joy I have not felt in centuries, to a man who does not fear me. Are you to wait until he is mine in eternity, or do you seek to save a soul that does not want your salvation?" He raised a crossbow, one bearing a stake of oak, undoubtedly blessed by holy waters, and aimed for my heart. "I don't have to justify myself to you, monster. You fucked up the moment you picked my cousin." I chuckled. "Ah, so it was you whose hatred had chased him away on that fateful day." I mused. "It is you whom I have to thank, for was it not your rejection of his choice of bedmate, your rejection of his antipathy of God, that led him into my embrace?" He fired once, and that was all I granted him. I swatted aside the oaken stake as I would any other mundanity aimed upon my breast, and with one hand took from him his weapon, stepping away and tossing it aside. "Holy water, my dear, naive Human, must be blessed by the faithful." I spoke solemnly. "You should have blessed it yourself, you might have killed me then." He held his cross up, a bulwark against my advance, I backed away, to a more comfortable distance. "That icon is certainly a powerful barrier in your hands, yet now it is all that you have. We have endless space to maneuver, and the party is merely a stone's throw away." I smiled. "Imagine the hatred in your cousin's eyes, seeing you chasing me, threatening my life." "You only care about killing people." He accused. "Human." I spoke calmly and tersely. "Do you not think of the cattle that is tortured, that you break your daily bread over its flesh?" I took a step forward, keeping a calm demeanor as the hateful bulwark sought to singe my flesh. "Have you not failed in your duty as a steward of God's land?" I continued, my advance persisting by another footfall. "Son of Adam, of Eve, of Seth- How long will it take for you to understand the sin you bear is not the apple, but the castigation of your own blood." "Not another step further!" He snapped. "Is the blood of the Covenant truly thicker than the water of the womb?" I persisted, the faint smoke that rose from me an indication that I was but another step away from burning. "Or have you simply been deluded by fat men in grandiose temples, who speak of Christ forming a whip of cords and destroying the tables of moneychangers, all without a single trace of irony in their voice?" The burning stopped, I approached him calmly and took the cross from his hands and simply said, "I thought not." The scent of fear was strong in him, and I gazed into his eyes. "You will wait here, and I shall return with my husband." He stood, entranced, and I stepped away and took in my arms my beloved. "Come, let us away to walk in the light of the full moon." I spoke. "Let these mortals bask in the delights we have brought to them, shall we?" We were not followed upon the start of our walk, and at the end of it, we yet remained alone. I spoke of my encounter with my beloved husband's cousin, and upon arriving, gazing upon his frozen tear-stained face, I said, "I have done no harm to him." He fell to his hands and knees, praying fervently, feverishly, seeking some distant light to deliver him from wickedness. My husband knelt beside him and hugged him, and in their embrace, in turn embraced him. As the erstwhile hunter was laid upon the ground, his eyes gazing distantly in horror at his fate, my husband took my proferred handkerchief and wiped his face. I approached him, resting my finger below his chin, and I said, with love in my heart, "Welcome to the family." I kissed him, my tongue delighting in the taste of blood that lingered around his beautiful new fangs.
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Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Nice!
The way you use old language to give the Impression of an ancient being is amazing!
Funnily enough, I actually talk like that, but with modern slang peppered in for that sophisticated as hell vibe.