Post by Chyme on Mar 19, 2011 15:59:55 GMT -5
At first I felt it was a dream. My vision was a bit clouded, like I was looking through a dirty window. I could hear talking, but I could not quite make out the words. Even my own voice sounded unfamiliar. It was almost a metallic mumble, a sort of sound you may get if lifting a glass to your lips and then speaking. Very dream-like. I suppose I should have noticed it wasn't a dream because I could smell. I never can smell in my dreams, but I could smell the air there. It wasn't unpleasant, kind of musty, like old library books that have been forgotten on the back shelves of the reference section.
In my former life, before the embrace, I was a vessel to the land of the dead. An elemental of sorts, of spirits. It felt as though maybe I were here before, sometime during that part of life. It would call to me, and I would come, usually to aid the departed or reunite a lost soul. Then I found that I could also call upon the spirits of the dead to come to me in the land of the living. I never quite got complete control of that power.
A dream? No, I was not asleep, it was more than that – more than a dream. I was pulled. And then, I felt.
Pain. Excruciating mind-numbing pain. I imagine it is not somewhat dissimilar to having one's still-beating heart ripped from the chest, and the empty cavity is filled with pissed-off fire ants. My bond with Va'lis. Severed. I knew instantly. The breaking of our bond can only mean one thing. My love, my husband, my sire, has faced his final death. I looked at the faces that appeared to surround me as I wandered about this strange film-covered place. None were in focus, all were different. They seemed to be moving toward a common goal, so I followed. Then I felt it. A magnetic pull, my body no longer mine to control as I ran toward the thing that anchored me to this place: my Va'lis.
I looked at him and he appeared lost, yet peaceful. When our eyes met, he looked relieved to see me. He looked happy, like he was hoping he'd see me here. I hid the sorrow from my gaze, the physical agony I was feeling from our severed bond could not compare to the despair I felt at losing my mate. Forcing a smile, I reached out for him, taking his hand into mine and leading him away from all the beings that surrounded him. They looked to be closing in on him. That I could not allow. No matter what their intentions were, I could not let them overwhelm him when he appeared so vulnerable.
Remembrance of my past deeds and responsibilities came to me and I knew that I needed to protect him and guide him to his final peace. He deserved better than to be alone. I needed to know who did this to him, who could take him from ME. They would suffer as they made me suffer, and then when I felt satisfied, I would join him. We are not to be apart, even in death, for we are meant to be together. I smiled as neutrally as I could, attempting to keep the fury inside me from coming out to reveal my intentions. Yes, a harmless smile. The beast clawed at my mind, wanting to escape, to torture as I myself was tortured, but I somehow managed to keep it at bay.
I spoke with him, to learn of what had happened and what transpired. He seemed to come to terms with his death, he was not emotional about it. He never gave a name to his murderer, but I did not press... yet. Now was the time for planning, of not being hasty and thinking this through. The blood that filled my mouth from biting back my fury would be nothing compared to the blood that would spill when I had my revenge.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. A woman scorned hath no fury like a widowed vampire.
In my former life, before the embrace, I was a vessel to the land of the dead. An elemental of sorts, of spirits. It felt as though maybe I were here before, sometime during that part of life. It would call to me, and I would come, usually to aid the departed or reunite a lost soul. Then I found that I could also call upon the spirits of the dead to come to me in the land of the living. I never quite got complete control of that power.
A dream? No, I was not asleep, it was more than that – more than a dream. I was pulled. And then, I felt.
Pain. Excruciating mind-numbing pain. I imagine it is not somewhat dissimilar to having one's still-beating heart ripped from the chest, and the empty cavity is filled with pissed-off fire ants. My bond with Va'lis. Severed. I knew instantly. The breaking of our bond can only mean one thing. My love, my husband, my sire, has faced his final death. I looked at the faces that appeared to surround me as I wandered about this strange film-covered place. None were in focus, all were different. They seemed to be moving toward a common goal, so I followed. Then I felt it. A magnetic pull, my body no longer mine to control as I ran toward the thing that anchored me to this place: my Va'lis.
I looked at him and he appeared lost, yet peaceful. When our eyes met, he looked relieved to see me. He looked happy, like he was hoping he'd see me here. I hid the sorrow from my gaze, the physical agony I was feeling from our severed bond could not compare to the despair I felt at losing my mate. Forcing a smile, I reached out for him, taking his hand into mine and leading him away from all the beings that surrounded him. They looked to be closing in on him. That I could not allow. No matter what their intentions were, I could not let them overwhelm him when he appeared so vulnerable.
Remembrance of my past deeds and responsibilities came to me and I knew that I needed to protect him and guide him to his final peace. He deserved better than to be alone. I needed to know who did this to him, who could take him from ME. They would suffer as they made me suffer, and then when I felt satisfied, I would join him. We are not to be apart, even in death, for we are meant to be together. I smiled as neutrally as I could, attempting to keep the fury inside me from coming out to reveal my intentions. Yes, a harmless smile. The beast clawed at my mind, wanting to escape, to torture as I myself was tortured, but I somehow managed to keep it at bay.
I spoke with him, to learn of what had happened and what transpired. He seemed to come to terms with his death, he was not emotional about it. He never gave a name to his murderer, but I did not press... yet. Now was the time for planning, of not being hasty and thinking this through. The blood that filled my mouth from biting back my fury would be nothing compared to the blood that would spill when I had my revenge.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. A woman scorned hath no fury like a widowed vampire.