Monday, January 23, 2006

   yes good work angelus!
I am a vampire.
Although, like many before me, I was not always so. I was born a human in the year 1613 a.d., in a small town near Budapest, Hungary, to a family of farmers. I was a hard and devoted worker, but my mind was elsewhere.
My father was very strick and never fully appreciated all I did for him. By the time I was seventeen, I had become an introvert, caring little about what others thought of me. I didn't need them - I could learn and make my own way. I was content to spend what little free time I had reading, writing, and letting my mind explore the deeper meanings of life.
I often went on long walks during the late hours of the night, strolls through the night with nothing save my thoughts for company.

On one such night, when I was focusing my energies on a problem (the oxen's plow was broken, and my family and I did not have suffiecient funds to pay for it's repair, or the tools to do it ourselves), I heard a sound so lovely I could hardly believe I was hearing it.
It was the sound of a woman singing, a haunting, romantic sound that made my heart and soul ache. I stopped everything - my thoughts, my walk, practically everything save the beating of my heart. After I'd listened for what could have been two short moments or two hours, I could not bear it anylonger. I searched frantically for the source, and was ultimatly rewarded.
I walked into a glade, and saw a young woman sitting my a stream - or rather a short ways in it. She was singing softly now, which surprised me - it had taken me a long half of an hour to find her, and the sound had been vivid all that distance away.
She was combing her slightly-longer than shoulder length chesnut brown hair, singing her beautiful song (which I have not forgotten to this day, many hundreds of years later). She wore a thin white gown, which looked to me to be a nightgown. It was torn around the bottom, however, which made me wonder why and how she had come to be sitting in the woods, all alone.
"My lady," I said, walking slowly over to her. She was on the far bank, but the creek was shallow, and I intended to walk through it.
She seemed to suddenly catch sight of me, and seemed very startled as well. And that made it so it was my turn to be startled. Her eyes turned a buring blue, glowing brighter than the moon, and two great black wings rose from behind her. I fell to my knees, bowing low.
"An Angel of God..." I said, believing I was had seen a entity from on high.
To my further surpise, she did not smite me. Instead, she laughed. And a sweet, musical laugh it was, equal to the beauty of her singing. Perhaps greater.
I allowed myself to look up. "You are indeed an Angel?" I asked her.
"I suppose one could say that." she said, her smile widening. I noticed she had two fangs. I bowed my head again. Confusion overwhelmed me. Who - what - was I talking to? Hungary was world renoun for it's vampires, and I knew for a fact that such creatures existed. She had the fangs...but she also possessed wings. What was this beauty?
I looked up again, and she was gone.

Over the next few nights and days, I spent every last moment I could spare looiking for her. I had to find her. Her face...pale as fresh snow. Her eyes...such an amazing blue. And her voice was a sound I could stop hearing in my head. And I didn't want it to stop. I wanted to hear it again, so badly that it made me cry. I was desperate.
And I would not rest until I found her.


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