Keira
Finally...
...I can taste it...
...it is ...
... so ...
...euphoric ...
... This is .....
blood.
...When was the last time I was awake?..
I almost miss being a conscious prisoner in my own body, weakened and defeated. Almost . At least I was sentient just unable to move. Now it's worse, I fade spend my days on the edge of death being involuntarily pulled into the darkness for what seems to now be months on end. ...and it's always dark ... I think I'm dying ...
I strive to move my limbs, to open my eyes to communicate with anyone, anything to use my once sharp senses which have long since dulled. But this is my existence now, to spend eternity blind, deaf and dumb on the edge of death but never quite reaching it, cursed to gradually fall into a permanent slumber.
Or at least that's what I thought, yet now I'm being fed blood.
...and it's hot and ... delicious ...
Droplets of blood fall on my lips, then slide slowly into my mouth causing the skin on my cheeks to tighten as well as around my eyes, an indication that my eyes are changing colour and that black veins are protruding from these places as well, a distinctive vampire feature.
I try to hide it, I don't want to scare off whoever this naive stranger feeding me may be but I can't, it's been... so long.
I wonder briefly why they don't pull out the dagger from my torso so that this piecing pain may cease, even for an instant.
I focus on the feeling of my strength regaining, my mind no longer as cloudy. Frustrated, I wish I could taste the metallic liquid, but at this rate it will be a while until I regain the ability to taste again.
I note that the sensation in my mouth has increased,
... more blood...
Now that the droplets have increased in frequency to produce a steady stream of liquid, my mind is almost clear.
... more ...
.... give me more...
I will my eyes to open. To see. I focus my energy into regenerating my eyes. Seconds later they open, obeying my command.
A vivid shape appears, no doubt a human but honestly I cannot distinguish whether it's a man or a woman. Everything is blurry and without form although it's sharpens almost instantly.
Still paralysed I look as my possible saviour, it is a man. Handsome, with dark blue eyes and long blond hair , I can now see that his wrist is the source of the blood .
Now that I think about it I believe I was traveling through Europe before ... well .... this ... I analyse his face, his features suggesting he is of European decent or even European himself, since it's comprised of a thin nose, high cheek bones covered in pale skin with thin pink lips.
This fairly handsome stranger, with his face contorted ,from most likely from the pain in his wrist finally noticed the my eyes are open.
I braced myself for the scream but it never happens. In fact he looks slightly more comfortable; his grimace now replaced with a dejected frown.
"Keira."
Authors Note
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LIBERATION
VampireWhat would you do if you found yourself awakening from an involuntary slumber which, you have no idea how long you have been in? This story follows Keira, an once renowned supernatural being, who one day awakens in such a situation, after being def...
