Post by ladyrileylupus on Nov 28, 2003 21:36:25 GMT -5
What happened after that was all hazy, she remembered a taste of sour liquid with a bad aftertaste as they each had slit their wrists pouring their blood into her mouth making her drink with the last of her strength. They had left her, she was just an experiment and if she did not survive then they would not care. She had been thought dead, having no life plus as she had lost so much of her blood, when she woke she was in a tomb with a cloth over her. Sitting up quickly with a scream she had wanted to let out so long ago, hands tossing aside the sheer cloth while she was dressed in a black gown and the marble tomb she was on was not forgiving. Her muscles ached, worse than when she was alive but she had been dead so what did this make her? Confusion, anger, hunger and desire all raced through her undead body. She fell on her side, arms hugged her waist while she groaned in some coldness within the center of her body and her eyes blurry started to focus.
Nostrils began to catch a scent of flesh, blood and even a new strange one; fear. There as a young boy not more than the age of 12 curled in a corner, shivering from the cold and fear of seeing a dead person wake. She could feel that pain, that urge to crawl over to that shuddering figure as a growl was released pass those lips that no human should ever make. Crawling on her hands and knees, discarding the shoes that clung to her so she could feel the stone gray ground and in fast motions she grabbed the young boy. He screamed, thrashing about as the fear grew like the smell of BBQ ribs it flooded her nostrils and with a tilt of her head those viper like fangs soon came out biting not into his neck while she wanted him to keep screaming she instead went for the wrist. Whimpers came out, not pleasing her ears as never in her mind did she ask herself why as the blood poured into her mouth like a glorious fountain and then after she had her fill she looked up at the limp whimpering boy. Her hands like claws soon grabbed his throat and ripped out the esophagus, blood spurted out on her face and body like a spray. She tossed the dead writhing form to the ground, licking her fingers before she noticed one of them had been watching her.
“Well, it seems she isn’t above killing like most once they’ve been turned. Do you know your name, childe?” The voice whispered like the music from a snake charmer, slant of her head as the golden locks spilled.
The woman from the group stood there within the play of shadows, she stepped out as the moonlight touched her hair it seemed platinum but it was just gold like in jewelry. Those eyes of violet seemed like flames as they stared at Isabella from where she stood, still covered in blood. The woman was adorn in a dress of white with a low cleavage line, the fabrics showing every curve those pass the knees the shape was lost but the skin was pale like a ghost. Isabella let out a hiss in the woman’s direction, that’s when she noticed the fangs and began questioning why she herself wasn’t dead.
“Isabella.” She hissed out like a snake not trusting the music, which came from the charmer.
“My name is Juliana, you weren’t suppose to be risen Bella. But you are surprisingly strong, but can you last the immortality that is given to you this night or shall we have to kill you?” It was like music, lyrics to a new song she was trying to learn and then a thought about her family. Had they even come to her funeral to watch her been laid on this tomb to rot away? Had they even cried tears of sorrow or had it turn to tears of joy. Her eyes narrowed at Juliana, but it wasn’t meant for her but like a determination of what she had to do.
“I will survive, they must die. They never cared, now they shall hurt no one else.”
“Yes, they shall. Go; take your revenge on them my sweet. I shall wait for you at the Bridge near your home and then from there you’re new world shall begin.”
The woman seemed like a goddess in Isabella’s eyes, but she waste little time as she could feel that fear of dawn inside and she hurried from the graveyard towards her home.
Once there, her mom was the first to greet her and for the first time she had no drugs, sorrow of losing her only child had woken her up from the misery too late. Isabella just went along, letting her mother cry but all emotion had not been woken up, as the only animalistic side of her seemed on that surface. Finally she had enough with the woman, a hand lifted to shove her into a chair, she couldn’t smell her father near as chances were he was out drinking again to leave her mother to starve while he buried himself another hole of depression. Rope was found, tying the woman up as she cried out asking her daughter why she was doing this.
“You want to know why, pregnant dog? Because instead of taking us away from that bastard you instead left me alone with no escape from him, you never heard my cries of pain while he beat me or took me to his bed. You never cared to pull him off or at least send me to an orphanage away from this hellhole. And look at me, look what happened now I’m a monster. I’m what you have made me be because you didn’t care so I am here to be your punishment. God has granted me both a curse and gift so that I may show judgment upon you sinners.”<br>
Finding the drugs her mother had taken, forcing her to inhale it, injecting it into her blood with rusty needles time and time again. Groans, screams and moans unified in their song leaving her lips as the woman was forced to endure it all. Finally the last one was placed in her neck, putting her over the edge as she stood back watching her mother spasm from the over dose while foam bubbled out with just a tinge of blood from the corner of her mouth while eyes rolled back. She was dead. Isabella had killed her, just as that happened daddy had walked in. He didn’t have time to yell or even hit her as she delivered the first blow. She had been thinking about so long how to kill him, it was all too perfect while he was knocked out she bent down to tie him up then hang him from the ceiling.
“Daddy, do you remember when you hit me with the bottle, how you slashed me with the broken glass? Do you, daddy? Well guess what?” She had taken the bottle he had been drinking from, pouring it over him like gasoline and as she spoke the last part she lit a match while her eyes had that crazy glaze in them. “Well I do, say your prayers cause God can’t save you now.”<br>
Tossing the match onto his body as he woke up listening to his dad daughter’s words, it was the perfect crime as no one would ever think the daughter had done this and even if neighbors saw her they would just think she was a ghost come back for justice. The screams he uttered were more satisfying than she ever imagined they would be while he burned up so quickly from the liquor. She turned, stepping out of the house as the rest of it caught on fire. One last look was given to view the home she had been in burn through the rest of the hour; she still had to get back to the bridge where Juliana waited. But she would always hold this memory in her head; justice for once had been served.
Nostrils began to catch a scent of flesh, blood and even a new strange one; fear. There as a young boy not more than the age of 12 curled in a corner, shivering from the cold and fear of seeing a dead person wake. She could feel that pain, that urge to crawl over to that shuddering figure as a growl was released pass those lips that no human should ever make. Crawling on her hands and knees, discarding the shoes that clung to her so she could feel the stone gray ground and in fast motions she grabbed the young boy. He screamed, thrashing about as the fear grew like the smell of BBQ ribs it flooded her nostrils and with a tilt of her head those viper like fangs soon came out biting not into his neck while she wanted him to keep screaming she instead went for the wrist. Whimpers came out, not pleasing her ears as never in her mind did she ask herself why as the blood poured into her mouth like a glorious fountain and then after she had her fill she looked up at the limp whimpering boy. Her hands like claws soon grabbed his throat and ripped out the esophagus, blood spurted out on her face and body like a spray. She tossed the dead writhing form to the ground, licking her fingers before she noticed one of them had been watching her.
“Well, it seems she isn’t above killing like most once they’ve been turned. Do you know your name, childe?” The voice whispered like the music from a snake charmer, slant of her head as the golden locks spilled.
The woman from the group stood there within the play of shadows, she stepped out as the moonlight touched her hair it seemed platinum but it was just gold like in jewelry. Those eyes of violet seemed like flames as they stared at Isabella from where she stood, still covered in blood. The woman was adorn in a dress of white with a low cleavage line, the fabrics showing every curve those pass the knees the shape was lost but the skin was pale like a ghost. Isabella let out a hiss in the woman’s direction, that’s when she noticed the fangs and began questioning why she herself wasn’t dead.
“Isabella.” She hissed out like a snake not trusting the music, which came from the charmer.
“My name is Juliana, you weren’t suppose to be risen Bella. But you are surprisingly strong, but can you last the immortality that is given to you this night or shall we have to kill you?” It was like music, lyrics to a new song she was trying to learn and then a thought about her family. Had they even come to her funeral to watch her been laid on this tomb to rot away? Had they even cried tears of sorrow or had it turn to tears of joy. Her eyes narrowed at Juliana, but it wasn’t meant for her but like a determination of what she had to do.
“I will survive, they must die. They never cared, now they shall hurt no one else.”
“Yes, they shall. Go; take your revenge on them my sweet. I shall wait for you at the Bridge near your home and then from there you’re new world shall begin.”
The woman seemed like a goddess in Isabella’s eyes, but she waste little time as she could feel that fear of dawn inside and she hurried from the graveyard towards her home.
Once there, her mom was the first to greet her and for the first time she had no drugs, sorrow of losing her only child had woken her up from the misery too late. Isabella just went along, letting her mother cry but all emotion had not been woken up, as the only animalistic side of her seemed on that surface. Finally she had enough with the woman, a hand lifted to shove her into a chair, she couldn’t smell her father near as chances were he was out drinking again to leave her mother to starve while he buried himself another hole of depression. Rope was found, tying the woman up as she cried out asking her daughter why she was doing this.
“You want to know why, pregnant dog? Because instead of taking us away from that bastard you instead left me alone with no escape from him, you never heard my cries of pain while he beat me or took me to his bed. You never cared to pull him off or at least send me to an orphanage away from this hellhole. And look at me, look what happened now I’m a monster. I’m what you have made me be because you didn’t care so I am here to be your punishment. God has granted me both a curse and gift so that I may show judgment upon you sinners.”<br>
Finding the drugs her mother had taken, forcing her to inhale it, injecting it into her blood with rusty needles time and time again. Groans, screams and moans unified in their song leaving her lips as the woman was forced to endure it all. Finally the last one was placed in her neck, putting her over the edge as she stood back watching her mother spasm from the over dose while foam bubbled out with just a tinge of blood from the corner of her mouth while eyes rolled back. She was dead. Isabella had killed her, just as that happened daddy had walked in. He didn’t have time to yell or even hit her as she delivered the first blow. She had been thinking about so long how to kill him, it was all too perfect while he was knocked out she bent down to tie him up then hang him from the ceiling.
“Daddy, do you remember when you hit me with the bottle, how you slashed me with the broken glass? Do you, daddy? Well guess what?” She had taken the bottle he had been drinking from, pouring it over him like gasoline and as she spoke the last part she lit a match while her eyes had that crazy glaze in them. “Well I do, say your prayers cause God can’t save you now.”<br>
Tossing the match onto his body as he woke up listening to his dad daughter’s words, it was the perfect crime as no one would ever think the daughter had done this and even if neighbors saw her they would just think she was a ghost come back for justice. The screams he uttered were more satisfying than she ever imagined they would be while he burned up so quickly from the liquor. She turned, stepping out of the house as the rest of it caught on fire. One last look was given to view the home she had been in burn through the rest of the hour; she still had to get back to the bridge where Juliana waited. But she would always hold this memory in her head; justice for once had been served.
‘Ring around the mulberry bush, dancing with posies.
Ashes, to ashes… we all fall down.’
Ashes, to ashes… we all fall down.’