Where Darkness Thrives - Part II
This is part two of my story - enjoy it :D Oh .. by the way , sorry these are kinda short :$
We finally arrived at my house, it had two stories, the top was for night, the bottom for day, and there were no windows downstairs, so I wouldn't burn. I brought him down there and lay him on one of the couches; it was made of pink-red leather, and was very large. I sat down on an opposing chair and watched him impatiently, waiting for him to wake up so I could continue the next stage of turning him into a vampire. Once he woke up - which he wouldn't do until he'd completely digested my blood - I had to shove a silver dagger through his heart, killing him, releasing his soul to go to heaven or some nonsense place like that. The body would stay here and Darkness would replace the soul and the blood he'd lost during the change. I shifted uncomfortably in the chair at the thought of Darkness.
Darkness is energy; evil energy; all vampires have Darkness within them, since it replaces the soul and filled our veins. But I had very little, I was very sane, and careful, unlike some of the other vampires out there, so filled with Darkness that it begins to control them, and in the midst of the fight for control going on inside them, they go insane. I would never be like that, I would never be one of the vampires that have to be caught and put down like rabid animals. Actually, 'put down' was a nice way of saying burned to death. The rabid, insane ones go right into the fire, whole. However, vampires who purposely flaunt the rules are punished at first; they lock them up for a certain amount of time, starving them. Starving a vampire won't kill it, but put it on the brink of death. It is also a test of control, if after the vampire is released it immediately goes on a killing spree, it is caught, and this time, killed. The government doesn't offer second chances, and I've heard horrible stories about how they dispose of the vampires who threaten to expose us. The most gruesome I've heard, is that while one guardian holds you down, another slowly burns off all your limbs, first the small ones, fingers, toes, ears, tongue, then bigger and bigger ones, until you're nothing but a pile of ash to dump in the trash.
That thought was horrible, but deliciously horrible. It was kind of scary to think of that happening to me, but to think of doing it to someone else, someone who deserved it... I licked my lips. I couldn't wait for that. I'd start with the queen, and then the stupid members of the government who prohibit letting humans know we exist. Suddenly my train of thought was interrupted by a groan. He was awake. I looked up to him groaning again and stretching, how defenseless he looked. It was delicious. I quickly raced upstairs, careful to avoid the light pouring through the windows; I went to a drawer and got the silver dagger. I skipped back downstairs in a twisted sort of happiness. It would feel so good to dig a dagger deep into someone's heart, to feel their faltering heartbeat as they die. It was simply great. I watched as he got up drowsily, still stretching, and then he looked at me.
"Who are you?" He asked, alert.
I ignored the question. "Are you ready to die?"
Darkness is energy; evil energy; all vampires have Darkness within them, since it replaces the soul and filled our veins. But I had very little, I was very sane, and careful, unlike some of the other vampires out there, so filled with Darkness that it begins to control them, and in the midst of the fight for control going on inside them, they go insane. I would never be like that, I would never be one of the vampires that have to be caught and put down like rabid animals. Actually, 'put down' was a nice way of saying burned to death. The rabid, insane ones go right into the fire, whole. However, vampires who purposely flaunt the rules are punished at first; they lock them up for a certain amount of time, starving them. Starving a vampire won't kill it, but put it on the brink of death. It is also a test of control, if after the vampire is released it immediately goes on a killing spree, it is caught, and this time, killed. The government doesn't offer second chances, and I've heard horrible stories about how they dispose of the vampires who threaten to expose us. The most gruesome I've heard, is that while one guardian holds you down, another slowly burns off all your limbs, first the small ones, fingers, toes, ears, tongue, then bigger and bigger ones, until you're nothing but a pile of ash to dump in the trash.
That thought was horrible, but deliciously horrible. It was kind of scary to think of that happening to me, but to think of doing it to someone else, someone who deserved it... I licked my lips. I couldn't wait for that. I'd start with the queen, and then the stupid members of the government who prohibit letting humans know we exist. Suddenly my train of thought was interrupted by a groan. He was awake. I looked up to him groaning again and stretching, how defenseless he looked. It was delicious. I quickly raced upstairs, careful to avoid the light pouring through the windows; I went to a drawer and got the silver dagger. I skipped back downstairs in a twisted sort of happiness. It would feel so good to dig a dagger deep into someone's heart, to feel their faltering heartbeat as they die. It was simply great. I watched as he got up drowsily, still stretching, and then he looked at me.
"Who are you?" He asked, alert.
I ignored the question. "Are you ready to die?"
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