deanna (deanna) wrote in low_tide, @ 2009-12-06 01:55:00 |
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Feel
Forget everything you knew.
Everything you thought you understood.
About yourself. The world around you. How things worked. How you functioned within it.
Forget you were turned that dark night in Paris, over two centuries ago. How the nights stretched out in front of you, life for the taking so that you might continue.
The blood, coursing through your veins after a kill. The thrill of the hunt. Or seduction.
Fear. Power. Death.
Toss it all away.
Lock away the battles from memory. The times you fought for your existence.
And the one time you failed.
There is no pain in your chest. No stake through your unbeating heart. You didn't turn to dust.
Because you never were.
Close your eyes and pretend the darkness doesn't exist, that your are enveloped in the nothingness. The totality of oblivion. Then the descent into madness.
Into Hell.
Torture.
Ignore the voices that spoke in an etheral harmony. Spoke of a wish, asking if you wanted a second chance. And what you would choose for yourself.
Screw up your eyes so tight, pretend that none of it ever happened.
You can't, can you?
Feel the breeze on your skin. Your fingers in your hair.
The sand between your toes.
Witness the moonlight guiding a trail on the ocean just beyond.
Feel that spark. So elusive and yet solid. A feeling that's been absent for over two hundred years.
It's all real.
It's.
Real.
Now feel the fear for what it entails.
The anticipation.
Sadness.
Euphoria.
The desire for blood. The anguish about what you need to do to acquire it.
Feel it all.