HinterWelt
08-06-2003, 02:07 PM
Well, I will warn you now, this was rejected from several vampire mags a few years ago for being too...graphic, candid and some other words I won't use. I view it as a study in the darker side of life but maybe you all will just consider it cheese cake. It is a short-short so not to heavy to read. I was trying for strong character development.
Let me know your C & C...
Thanx,
Bill
<B><H3>Thank Heaven for Little Girls</H3></B>
She was such a beautiful young girl. She was here with her mother to watch the film festival of movies which had been made decades before she was born. I had to admire her innocence.....her purity. She moved me beyond words. She was dressed like Shirley Temple, all golden curls in a sailor's outfit. She laughed easily at the appropriate parts but still could be moved by the love scenes. The world was a blur of red pumping blood and the heat of a living body pressed against your chest. You see, I am somewhat of a connoisseur of such things, the smell of naiveté.
The movie came to entirely too abrupt end leaving me somewhat startled by the house lights. When my head cleared, she was walking by my seat, smiling at me. She had the most angelic smile. In retrospect, had she just walked by with her mother I would have let her pass, but it was not meant to be so. I quickly stood and followed them. My companion, Evan, said, "Don't do it Raul, you know Charles wont like it." I was enrapt. Evan could not sway me, nor the threat of my sire and all the pain and difficulties that could bring. I knew I must posses this one, absorb her innocence. Evan tugged at my coat trying to hold me but one gaze into my eyes told him the whole story and he was not part of it.
I moved quickly after them. The theater was crowded and the aisles clogged. Fear choked me for a moment as I lost sight of them....of her. Then I was in the lobby and there they paused, a brief interlude to adjust coats and check make up. He could hear her mother, "Bethany, you must learn to be more polite to Jack. He could be your father soon."
"I know mommy, but Jack is gross. And he smells funny!" Ah, a sweet name for his angel. Bethany, hers would be the world. Her mother rushed them out into the cold winter night. I felt no cold nor the biting wind. They moved towards a distant parking lot that had the lowest rates and the least patrons. As they neared their vehicle, I used the fantastic speed which comes to my kind to close in no time. Her mother's flesh felt like clay as it ripped and tore. The flesh of her neck parted as paper before a razor. I am quite sure she was dead long before she could suffer. I scooped little Bethany up in my arms before she knew what had happened.
As we slowed, Bethany demanded, "Who are you?! Where is my mommy?!" She was close enough to smell now. Pure. Sweet. She smelled like a spring day after a shower.
"Don't worry, my little one, Raul will take care of you." I bent down and set her on the grass. We had come far and were in a small park. It was peaceful. I looked into her eyes and I saw how they widened. She swayed into my embrace, all signs of fear and apprehension vanished. Gently, I felt the Hunger rise in me. It was a force that came from deep within me that was not unlike pain but more as a cousin to it. It flows through one and extends to all reaches of the soul and body. I could not have stopped myself even if that thought had passed through my mind. A growl escaped from somewhere in my chest. I had to have her. I was on fire. I sank my teeth into the tender milky flesh of her neck and rejoiced in the whirlwind of passions which ravaged my consciousness.
My mouth filled with her vitae. It coursed over my tongue and down my throat. It filled my essence with her purity and youth. Despite her young age she moaned in passion. Her moans quickly became cries of ecstasy, an ecstasy which I shared. She would quickly weaken but I was in the moment and so was she. Bethany was my world, my genesis and my Armageddon. My veins sang with her lifeblood and I rejoiced.
All too quickly I felt her end approaching. I did not want it to come and sank my teeth in deeper. I told myself to stop so that she might live. I knew this was futile even as I pushed her to the ground. Her thrashing and moans became less. She would soon be gone and if I did not stop, I would accompany her to Hades. The blood which pulsed into my mouth became bitter with the last dregs of her life. She was unconscious and with a physical pain I unclamped my mouth from her neck. Her last breath was pouring into the night as a steaming cloud. Her eyes seemed to ask why while having a confused look as one who has woken to find a stranger in their house. That look never left her face as her soul left her body.
I stood and looked at the destruction I had visited on the small girl. Her dress was torn and covered with her own blood. Her face was as serene as ever but her neck was a bloody battleground. I knew I could not go on doing this. The pain hit me then. Hard in my heart. I saw all the little girls before Bethany, all the little ones who were entombed know due to my hand. I staggered from the sight of Bethany's death. I knew I must escape this scene, this unwholesome place. I rushed towards the theater seeking solace in its lights and festive atmosphere. As I approached I saw a little girl waiting outside for her father to drive his car to the door. All I could think was, she is such a beautiful young girl.
Let me know your C & C...
Thanx,
Bill
<B><H3>Thank Heaven for Little Girls</H3></B>
She was such a beautiful young girl. She was here with her mother to watch the film festival of movies which had been made decades before she was born. I had to admire her innocence.....her purity. She moved me beyond words. She was dressed like Shirley Temple, all golden curls in a sailor's outfit. She laughed easily at the appropriate parts but still could be moved by the love scenes. The world was a blur of red pumping blood and the heat of a living body pressed against your chest. You see, I am somewhat of a connoisseur of such things, the smell of naiveté.
The movie came to entirely too abrupt end leaving me somewhat startled by the house lights. When my head cleared, she was walking by my seat, smiling at me. She had the most angelic smile. In retrospect, had she just walked by with her mother I would have let her pass, but it was not meant to be so. I quickly stood and followed them. My companion, Evan, said, "Don't do it Raul, you know Charles wont like it." I was enrapt. Evan could not sway me, nor the threat of my sire and all the pain and difficulties that could bring. I knew I must posses this one, absorb her innocence. Evan tugged at my coat trying to hold me but one gaze into my eyes told him the whole story and he was not part of it.
I moved quickly after them. The theater was crowded and the aisles clogged. Fear choked me for a moment as I lost sight of them....of her. Then I was in the lobby and there they paused, a brief interlude to adjust coats and check make up. He could hear her mother, "Bethany, you must learn to be more polite to Jack. He could be your father soon."
"I know mommy, but Jack is gross. And he smells funny!" Ah, a sweet name for his angel. Bethany, hers would be the world. Her mother rushed them out into the cold winter night. I felt no cold nor the biting wind. They moved towards a distant parking lot that had the lowest rates and the least patrons. As they neared their vehicle, I used the fantastic speed which comes to my kind to close in no time. Her mother's flesh felt like clay as it ripped and tore. The flesh of her neck parted as paper before a razor. I am quite sure she was dead long before she could suffer. I scooped little Bethany up in my arms before she knew what had happened.
As we slowed, Bethany demanded, "Who are you?! Where is my mommy?!" She was close enough to smell now. Pure. Sweet. She smelled like a spring day after a shower.
"Don't worry, my little one, Raul will take care of you." I bent down and set her on the grass. We had come far and were in a small park. It was peaceful. I looked into her eyes and I saw how they widened. She swayed into my embrace, all signs of fear and apprehension vanished. Gently, I felt the Hunger rise in me. It was a force that came from deep within me that was not unlike pain but more as a cousin to it. It flows through one and extends to all reaches of the soul and body. I could not have stopped myself even if that thought had passed through my mind. A growl escaped from somewhere in my chest. I had to have her. I was on fire. I sank my teeth into the tender milky flesh of her neck and rejoiced in the whirlwind of passions which ravaged my consciousness.
My mouth filled with her vitae. It coursed over my tongue and down my throat. It filled my essence with her purity and youth. Despite her young age she moaned in passion. Her moans quickly became cries of ecstasy, an ecstasy which I shared. She would quickly weaken but I was in the moment and so was she. Bethany was my world, my genesis and my Armageddon. My veins sang with her lifeblood and I rejoiced.
All too quickly I felt her end approaching. I did not want it to come and sank my teeth in deeper. I told myself to stop so that she might live. I knew this was futile even as I pushed her to the ground. Her thrashing and moans became less. She would soon be gone and if I did not stop, I would accompany her to Hades. The blood which pulsed into my mouth became bitter with the last dregs of her life. She was unconscious and with a physical pain I unclamped my mouth from her neck. Her last breath was pouring into the night as a steaming cloud. Her eyes seemed to ask why while having a confused look as one who has woken to find a stranger in their house. That look never left her face as her soul left her body.
I stood and looked at the destruction I had visited on the small girl. Her dress was torn and covered with her own blood. Her face was as serene as ever but her neck was a bloody battleground. I knew I could not go on doing this. The pain hit me then. Hard in my heart. I saw all the little girls before Bethany, all the little ones who were entombed know due to my hand. I staggered from the sight of Bethany's death. I knew I must escape this scene, this unwholesome place. I rushed towards the theater seeking solace in its lights and festive atmosphere. As I approached I saw a little girl waiting outside for her father to drive his car to the door. All I could think was, she is such a beautiful young girl.