Etrnl Storm

“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster, and when you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you." ---Nietzsche

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~Him
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Chanting it was everywhere, as soon as she (familiar I thought) stepped across the threshold of the dusty Victorian parlor. Engulfing everything, words Apon words, melting into each other, like a thunder clap building and never stopping. It was building up intensity so much that her body shook and her head ached, it was not heard through her ears, more likely it was heard from the very marrow of her bones. She sank down to her knees sobbing, ready to relinquish everything, if only the chanting would stop. It did. Just like that as soon as it broke through her defenses, it stopped. Silence, sweet blissful nothing. She lifted herself up with unsteady movements and sniffled back her tears. The room was dark pitch black, but one could clearly make out the shape of a mirror, it looked ancient and she soon lost herself in her pale reflection. Someone, something, was with her in the room. She was afraid to turn around, so she cautiously tore herself away from her own reflection and looked closer at the mirror. In the background, just behind her she could see a luminescent face. A child’s sweet innocence. She turned around, slowly but surely, and a sweet voice glided through the still air, strangely though it sounded as if the sweetness was being forced, as any moment the voice could become a roar. The voice was singing an old nursery rhyme; from the look of recognition in her face she knew it well …
“Ring around the rosy
Pocket full of Posy
Ashes, Ashes
We all fall…”
The voice did not finish the song and the frail body the voice belonged to started to violently shake, she started as if to help but one look (More like a glare) from Her/it/whatever and she shrank back into the corners. I tried to get a closer look at the eyes that she was so afraid of but I couldn’t.
I almost revealed myself to the girl as I tried to look, but then I noticed what I thought as of child was no longer a child, the wispy hair was growing longer, thick and matted, the pale skin was melting away, revealing scaly red skin. I almost laughed, it looked like a mini-Godzilla, but then I choked on my laugh getting cut as abruptly as it had come. The once frail frame was now bulging with muscles and the nightgown it had been wearing was in shreds. She (Looking beautiful in her terror) stopped moving, frozen in shear terror. Then IT, singing in the same voice of the child, started the rhyme again,
“Ring around the rosy
Pocket full of Posy
Ashes, Ashes”
It roared the last line,
“WE ALL FALL DEAD.”
The room started to crash in on itself, the creature still staring at the girl. Then it noticed (with its’ fiery eyes) the falling debris as it rained down on them, the creature screamed with all its’ monster lungs. As soon as the creature stare was broken, the girl ran, ran for all she could. I ran after her.
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~Her
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As soon as I left the old house, running as though Hades himself had come to claim me, a rush of bitter wind made me stumble down the steps and barrel down the eerie street. Something had followed me, I realized as she heard faint footsteps getting closer, I was afraid to turn around, but I had to stop I couldn’t breathe. As I fell strong arms caught me and lifted me up, he carried me down the street almost caringly and when I looked into his eyes, I was stunned, not by his gorgeous looks(Yes, I noticed) but by his eyes. They were completely black, no whites. His unruly hair framed his sharp face; his entire look was composed of calm & confident stone. He carried me for a long time; I’m not sure how long. Eventually I fell asleep in the warmth of his arms. I didn’t acknowledge the fact that we were flying, nor did I notice that he, my angel, my savior, was a vampire.
The next thing I remember was waking up on a couch in an old studio. With him staring at me, he looked familiar, but I couldn’t think why. My head was too messed up to think. Then he spoke and I knew who it was. Darien. This wasn’t the Darien From school; this was a powerful in control and flawless Darien. It was as if he glowed his eyes were so piercing but with a slight hint of compassion. Still though, the one thing that still haunts me is those eyes eyes, not a shred of humanity in them that night.