September 30, 2004
The Vampire
For a time you were mine.You were my perfect victim, pleased to offer whatever I deigned to take. Your life and youth flowed into me and I wallowed in it, just as you wallowed in your ecstatic surrender.
Still human -- I could never take that away -- you would blink and stagger into the dawn from which I was forever barred, bearing your bloody wounds with pride. Go back, smiling, to your life. In all my long, monstrous years I had never known the like, and yet I didn't see it until you were gone.
How could I understand? I had no frame of reference for that. These wicked bones were never made for love, only hunger and thirst.
Now hunger and thirst are all they know.
The streets of London are awash with foolish children yearning to be devoured. Every night a thousand beauties stretch out their throats and beg me to feed, but I cannot bring myself to do it. I have no taste for slaughter. The thirst remains, but the appetite is gone.
Now dust is all that flows within my ancient veins. Where once my rapacious heart was engorged with the blood of unregarded human cattle, only a gaping void remains. There is yearning there, my lost one, but not to feed. I am become nothing but a hollow shell, a bottomless well of tears.
Who would have guessed this dried up husk would even remember how to weep?
Posted by matt at September 30, 2004 01:03 AM
