The Night Wish - Chapter One
My unique look on how people become vampyre.
I looked up into those eyes, those enticing and entrancing green eyes. I trusted those eyes and the goodness of the soul behind them. "I will see you again," he said determinately, trying to shake the despair from his voice. I looked at the man I loved one last time before he had to kill me.
"I know," I said trying to soothe him as I wiped the tears that had been silently streaming down his cheek. I tried to engrave his face in my mind- a face I could never forget.
"Anyway," I said with a slight smile, "you better, I don't look pretty dead."
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Tobias's View:
Seeing her lifeless, in my arms, was not how I had imagined things turning out. Alora had entrusted me with her soul, her very existence. Protecting her was what I had sworn to do, yet it was my hands that had dealt the blow. Setting her on the table, I gently caressed her cheek. The warmth of life was fading fast but I still allowed myself to hope.
She's strong you know, the small voice in my head told me, if anyone has even the slightest chance of surviving the Change it's her. I shuddered as I remembered my own Change. The indescribable hollow emptiness of oblivion and the torture of being trapped in the confines of my own mind. Only the strong-willed survived the change from human into vampyre. That's what I am - a vampyre.
I spat at the ground in disgust as I thought of the vampyre who had killed me and then sent my unprotected soul a Nuit Souhait, or night wish, turning me into a vampyre. To turn a human, a vampyre has to kill the person first so that the soul is left shattered, then he allows all the Darlenes, the twisted souls from the Underworld, to consume him and then he unleashes them on the unprotected soul.
The Darlenes find every horrible memory you ever had hidden away in the recesses of your mind and force you to relive them. You're trapped in your own unconsciousness until you either find the strength to break free or you join the tortured souls in the Underworld forever. I looked down at Alora's broken body, the blissful mask of death hid the furious struggle within. I had done this, I had tainted her soul.
You forget, the voice returned, she is not an average human, her soul is not easily tainted.Gently lifting her head off the table, I bent down and whispered in her ear, "Don't give up Alora, because I've entrusted you with my heart, my humanity." Hoping somehow, someway, she could hear me.
"I know," I said trying to soothe him as I wiped the tears that had been silently streaming down his cheek. I tried to engrave his face in my mind- a face I could never forget.
"Anyway," I said with a slight smile, "you better, I don't look pretty dead."
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Tobias's View:
Seeing her lifeless, in my arms, was not how I had imagined things turning out. Alora had entrusted me with her soul, her very existence. Protecting her was what I had sworn to do, yet it was my hands that had dealt the blow. Setting her on the table, I gently caressed her cheek. The warmth of life was fading fast but I still allowed myself to hope.
She's strong you know, the small voice in my head told me, if anyone has even the slightest chance of surviving the Change it's her. I shuddered as I remembered my own Change. The indescribable hollow emptiness of oblivion and the torture of being trapped in the confines of my own mind. Only the strong-willed survived the change from human into vampyre. That's what I am - a vampyre.
I spat at the ground in disgust as I thought of the vampyre who had killed me and then sent my unprotected soul a Nuit Souhait, or night wish, turning me into a vampyre. To turn a human, a vampyre has to kill the person first so that the soul is left shattered, then he allows all the Darlenes, the twisted souls from the Underworld, to consume him and then he unleashes them on the unprotected soul.
The Darlenes find every horrible memory you ever had hidden away in the recesses of your mind and force you to relive them. You're trapped in your own unconsciousness until you either find the strength to break free or you join the tortured souls in the Underworld forever. I looked down at Alora's broken body, the blissful mask of death hid the furious struggle within. I had done this, I had tainted her soul.
You forget, the voice returned, she is not an average human, her soul is not easily tainted.Gently lifting her head off the table, I bent down and whispered in her ear, "Don't give up Alora, because I've entrusted you with my heart, my humanity." Hoping somehow, someway, she could hear me.
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