Little Bit of Writing
Feb. 21st, 2010 12:17 amFor Nina ^^V
Vampiric Destiny
You’re sure a feisty one. I love a little fight. You’re only falling into the inevitable but the struggle makes it all worth it. I fought when I was converted from a normal human boy into an undead mistress. I clawed and thrashed. Before that, I tried to hide and say a few frantic prayers under my breath. The Lady of Darkness soon found me though. I tried to bargain with her. But all she wanted was to drain the life from me and reshape me to her wishes.
Just like I want from you. You have a rusty scent of life fighting through your veins. Life that would burst and run but there’s nowhere to run. There’s nowhere to go. Only to my embrace.
You’ll be mine as I was the Lady’s. A lovely fate. There could be far worse. If you were one of those that barely put up a fight then, at best, you’d be a pretty, unliving doll, obedient and lovely in gentle lace, attending on me with pure subjugation. But because you have fight in you, you’ll get to feed yourself some day. As you watch your life eaten up by me…so you will hunger as I do. You may deny it now…you may imagine your improbable escape…but know there is no escape. I thought those same words. I denied the same possibility. And here I am in all my dark beauty.
Look upon me. You will know an immortal form in every way. You may not understand yet. But you will. Oh yes, you will...
Vampiric Destiny
You’re sure a feisty one. I love a little fight. You’re only falling into the inevitable but the struggle makes it all worth it. I fought when I was converted from a normal human boy into an undead mistress. I clawed and thrashed. Before that, I tried to hide and say a few frantic prayers under my breath. The Lady of Darkness soon found me though. I tried to bargain with her. But all she wanted was to drain the life from me and reshape me to her wishes.
Just like I want from you. You have a rusty scent of life fighting through your veins. Life that would burst and run but there’s nowhere to run. There’s nowhere to go. Only to my embrace.
You’ll be mine as I was the Lady’s. A lovely fate. There could be far worse. If you were one of those that barely put up a fight then, at best, you’d be a pretty, unliving doll, obedient and lovely in gentle lace, attending on me with pure subjugation. But because you have fight in you, you’ll get to feed yourself some day. As you watch your life eaten up by me…so you will hunger as I do. You may deny it now…you may imagine your improbable escape…but know there is no escape. I thought those same words. I denied the same possibility. And here I am in all my dark beauty.
Look upon me. You will know an immortal form in every way. You may not understand yet. But you will. Oh yes, you will...