Everyone is watching the screen, including her. This is why everyone is here. This moment; the climax; the anticipation. Their hearts beat quicker. With widened eyes, they watch as the either the antagonist or protagonist will meet their end. But I watch her. With one hand lingering in the bowl of popcorn, still frozen in place from when the movie pulled her from this reality, she stares with locked eyes. The suspense intensifies and her other hand takes mine. Her touch is firm, yet still tender as she seeks me in the dark. Watching her makes me smile softly. This is where I want to be always. Beside her, watching her illuminate the darkness that will always surround me.
Tuesday, August 30, 2022
April 17, 1999 – Whitefish
Everyone is watching the screen, including her. This is why everyone is here. This moment; the climax; the anticipation. Their hearts beat quicker. With widened eyes, they watch as the either the antagonist or protagonist will meet their end. But I watch her. With one hand lingering in the bowl of popcorn, still frozen in place from when the movie pulled her from this reality, she stares with locked eyes. The suspense intensifies and her other hand takes mine. Her touch is firm, yet still tender as she seeks me in the dark. Watching her makes me smile softly. This is where I want to be always. Beside her, watching her illuminate the darkness that will always surround me.
Friday, August 26, 2022
August 1, 1482 – Berlin
I am not sure why I came
here tonight. What I thought I might be able to find. But this is not the world
I belong in. These are not my people. These creatures are no more than animals
that have been blinded by their own ferocity. The life of a nomad has an
inescapable allure to it, such freedom. No rules, no restrictions, just greedy pleasures.
However, creatures like us need limitations to keep us from swirling down a
rabbit hole of monstrosity that would surely take over our entire being. What
good is freedom if what remains of you is simply a hostile husk of who you were?
There must always be lines that one is not willing cross. And there
were lines crossed tonight. The fear
that is reserved for consuming blood should never be for taking someone’s body.
But they did. And I
saw her, that little scared human. I saw her, not just her eyes, full of pain
and begging for my help, but her. She was seeking relief from me, a predator, because
the monster holding her down was so much worse. But I had nothing to offer. There were far too many nomads and her
life was already over.
Her last
moments were a torture she did not deserve and I could do was wait for my
opportunity. Wait for the sun to lock them inside. Waiting, my ears were audience
to the horrors happening in that house, until the sun was moments away from
cresting the ridge and spilling into this valley. Then I lit that house on
fire, knowing one way or another, every vampire inside would be ash by
nightfall. I cannot make it home with the sun shining so brilliantly, so I hide
under this canoe on the edge of the yard. It shields me from the sun but not
from the smell or their screams.