A New Life
I walk up the attic steps, shivering at the sight of the dancing shadows. The walls get narrower, making it feel like they are caving in. I shake my head, getting rid of the crazy thoughts that someone is watching me. The lights flicker once and then they're out, making me shudder from the newfound darkness.
I gulp at the sight of cobwebs above me. The spiders that are hiding in the obscure corners laugh at my shaky figure. Their beady eyes glaring at me. I walk towards the dusty boxes, searching for the picture. My hands grasp a frame, a broken frame. The glass juts out at random angles; slicing at my skin. I hiss at the pain, blood drips down my arm. I jerk my hand back which causes an even deeper wound.
I cry out in pain as my head bangs against the grubby walls, a large figure holding me against my will. I thrash around, trying to escape from its bone-crushing grip. Bruises form on my wrists as it squeezes harder. Soon circulation gets cut off. I was not bleeding any more, but my hands were starting to become numb.
It lets go, letting the blood rush back to my small hands. I gasp as it turns towards the window, the moonlight revealing its features. Its eyes in a hard stare out the cracked glass window. Its chiseled jaw, pursed lips, and bright blue eyes astonish me. It is he.
"Diana."
It does not surprise me that he knows my name, for he knows me. His oceans eyes are no longer as clear as the Pacific. They are instead stormy. They no longer give me any warmth; any hope. They give me fear. Fear that he once again will ruin me. And his smile, oh his smile. A cruel, dark smile; a smile that shows he knows.
He turns to face me, glaring as he does. But his glare softens, surprising me. His smirk turns into a grin, a happy grin. And his voice, his once angelic voice, surprises me the most. "You deserve no more pain. You deserve the best of the best. You deserve what I have come here to give."
I give him a look and he continues. "Diana, you deserve life."
"Life? I have life. I am alive, aren't I?" I question him, even more puzzled now.
"Not this life. A different life," he stares into my eyes for a moment. "Do you want me to show you?
I shake my head, receiving a disappointed look, "Tell me, then show. I want to understand."
He nods once, giving me a once-over. "In this life, there are no consequences. In this life, there is no end."
He smiles, showing his pointy canines. They look sharper than what I remember, larger too. I look up to him, as far as I could go without bumping my head on the wall directly behind me. I look at him. Really look at him. His complexion is paler than normal, a sickly pale. And his jaw is set once again. Lips straighten, giving off no emotion. Although, I don't understand, I nod. "Show me the life that you speak of."
"My pleasure."
It happens so suddenly; in a blink of an eye. His head swoops down to my neck, his breath hitting my skin in pants. Goosebumps form; chills crawl up and down my spine. My toes curl and eyes shut. His teeth poke my smooth skin and my eyes open, wide. I gulp as his canines rip my skin, sinking into my flesh. I gasp as he bites down harder now, sucking at the blood. My lips form to speak, but nothing escapes my mouth, only a cry.
It felt-well I can't describe it. The blood once pumping my heart is no longer in my body. I feel weak, feeble. My head pounds, my pulse slows, and my eyes shut once and for all. I try to form words, anything, to yell at the hell-bound creature. But I'm too weak.
His lips detach from my neck. No more blood for him to drink. I feel him smile, causing some blood to drip from the corners. My body slowly starts to shut down. I can't feel any of my limbs. My ears hear no sound. My eyes see nothing, just pure darkness. Pure evil. I feel like I'm drifting, falling into an unknown land. And right before I hit the cold, hard ground, I hear it. His raspy voice.
"Oh Diana, dear. I almost forgot." I feel his feet pounding slowly on the floor beneath me. Yet, in a millisecond, he is right beside me. He places something in my hands. I try to see what it is, but I fail horribly. I cannot move. Not even an eyelid. Suddenly, it comes to me and I know what it is. A picture. Of him. And now, with the photo lying in my hands I sleep into darkness. And I awake into a new world.
Into a new life.
