Scene: Death of a Vampire

Lost pathway… no creature has ever been here before alive and she is no creature..
Darkness enfolded her beauty, lying to the Gods, Invisibility.. but the pale full moon conquered the dead image of the night,  just like that omen, hung between her breasts.

She was looking for something…lost, deep and forgotten…
Her violent eyes stole every reflection away.
A cruel touch of wind tried to ignore her, but kept freezing her white body so she would not proceed..
Violently, it splashed her long black quietus hair away from her perfect bones.. and the sparkling, stealing, erotic eyes were visible …

She tried to scream of cold and her teeth sparkled like sharp brutal knives…
she was an immortal, a runaway, just another one..

Her hair was stolen and pulled in painfully by the naked autumn trees.
Her black velvet dress was torn thrillingly by the evil thorns… covered with blood… sounds of horror of misery crashed and echoed through the dying night.

The pale misunderstood moon was taken away by the thrashing clouds. She felt horror for the second time in her life.

Running , escaping from something..
Looking back through all the passing wasteful time. she fell and was captured..

The gothic trees soon released branches around her, froze her hands, her head, her legs.
What was untouched of her dress, now torn and vanished, like the stars inside a cloud’s soul…

The cruel wind thrilled, arose her. Her eyes.. silent for one second, searched for the cause, and the gain,
the evil…. and she was the prey….
Passion could not help her patience, she could not wait for it any longer…

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Released a cry of mystery
she begged for more power
his face was dark,
her body…. so true. eternal
but, with unfading scars.

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He hears her knock faintly, on the opened door.
Her presence, so powerful, always circled the dark dungeon before her faded silent footsteps crashed controlling the cold meaningless earth.

So cruel!
As she lifted her deep sparkling eyes to control his power, the black death flew over the gothic chapel, un-silently, in raven’s images.

The dark sunset was so far away, and as the deathly blur of velvet surrounded the night’s tired eyes. Sharp, quick silence drowned the living sounds.

The deep green never ending forests have lost their innocence forever.

Flame, faded, weak, responding to her weak breath slowly demolished her smile, and as the sorrow drowns her faith, kills her slowly..

Pain rushed through her pale body. She screams of the thrill.

Her black hair like waves hides her weakness inside. The scars of the never ending years of agony. But he knows where to find it, he knows her well. Pass through all the centuries, he has explored her, bit by bit.

He grabbed her violently, wishing for evil blood to control over.

She realises that pain is not the only thing she feels when she is hurt and horrored, it is not the only thing she experiences now. Dead conscience?!

        Darkness deathly silence. Wet matches killed her only hope.