Vampyr

Amaya Thorne 09/07/99

Fog flowed across the cemetery floor like Satan's Serpent. The moonlight shined an eerie reflection on the tombs. Blackness surrounded the entirety, daring not test the limits of the realm it entered. This is the realm of the dead and light has no place here. A mausoleum stood ghastly on the edge of a black pond. Beyond that was the cast iron fence ominous, but rarely effective to vandals.

Beside the pond a large oak grew crooked and mutated by death and darkness. It never grew leaves and the tree itself was as dry as the bodies of the mausoleum, except for one, the personification of Satan's minions, the vampyr.

I woke up in that world of death and darkness, the immortal life. The black gift from our cruelest master, or punishment from our redemption, but whoever it originated from only one thing was known for sure, I was awake and hungry.

I climbed the steps of my resting-place, choosing decay over humanities watch any day. I exit my torture and stare at the haunting pond that I have gazed at for too many years. I then turn my gaze to the crippled oak.

"How long have I gazed at you old friend?" I questioned it. "How many years have you kept my dark secret? Tonight my friend is your night for release. Good bye and god save." And with that the tree went up in flames. Black smoke spiraled up to the heavens and I wiped away one blood tear. I turned my back to the blaze still seeing the reflection in the pond and walked away.