My Rosebud-Duchess of the Damned
The Original Mrs. Farrelly
The terror that I felt during still ices my blood as I remember that strange and fateful night. It started out with me awakening inside a huge room on a fluffy bed. I sat up and tried to make out what was in the room with me, but it was too dark to see anything. The only source of light was the moon outside, which was shining from a balcony door. I can remember having the sensation of being home when I knew that I wasn't. I got up and walked towards the balcony. I could distinctly hear the sound of raindrops hitting the balcony doors as I opened them. As I stepped outside, I expected to feel wind and rain whipping at my face, hear the distinct sound of thunder and see the bright lightning. But somehow there was no rain, only lightning and wind. But the wind was not high; in fact it was calm and warm as the lightening in the sky seemed to grow more frantic.
Then the feeling starts. The wind turns icy cold as it swirls around me and the hair on the back of my neck stands up. These are the only signs that I have come to know when he arrives. I do not know who he is, but he makes me feel a mixture of conflicting feelings and sensations. His presence is intimidating but warm and inviting. As he moves across the floor towards me I can't hear his footsteps as he walks on the wood stained floor but I can sense that he is right behind me. The wind is now swirling around us and I notice that he carries an exotic sent. I can't quite figure out what it is but I don't put much thought to it as I see him wrap his arms around me. I want to resists, to yell out, "Unhand me you unearthly being but I can't compel myself to. Instead I turn around and wrap my arms around him, laying my head upon his chest. His hand comes up to lovingly stroke my raven locks, as he whispers something in Latin. I look up at him and I am surprised to find his eyes changing colors from clear to a shade of green that I have never witnessed before. He lifts my chin up to meet his burning gaze and brushes his lips against mine.
"I have such sights to show you, my little rosebud. So many sweet words to whisper in your ear, so much pleasure to show your body. I can give you these things….and more." He moves down further towards my neck, placing feather like kisses onto my skin. He licks at my pulse point, where I am sure he can see my jugular vein pulsing with blood. I lean my head over to let him have more access. He brushes his lips over my neck, his nostrils flaring as he took my scent in.
I lift my head up once more to look into his eyes and watched as two glistening white fangs protruded from his mouth. "All you have to do is say yes, and I can give you everything that you have ever wanted. Please, say yes."
He was a vampire, and he was going to drink my blood! But for some odd reason, I was not afraid. Instead, I wanted to feel his fangs pierce my flesh, listen as my blood slowly slid down his throat. It was all so erotic. My brain was screaming to say no, but the temptation to say yes was entirely too much.
"Yes, take me now."
His teeth nipped at my neck before his fangs sank into my jugular vein. My moans pierced the air as he drank deeply from my neck. He picked me up cradle style and walked over to the plush Victorian bed. He continued to drink for a few more minutes before pulling his fangs out. For just a second, our eyes met, and there was nothing but pure lust and desire pooling there.
"Nunc non est reversio. Hac nocte, unum erimus." He pulls out a blade made of silver and gold with a strange symbol on it. He uses the tip of the blade to cut into his flesh. Holding his wrist to my mouth, he spoke again in Latin and his eyes began to glow red.
"Drink my love. Tonight is a new beginning." He lifted his wrist to my mouth. I eagerly latched on, licking the cut first before suckling. His blood was warm as it caressed my throat. I continued until he pulled his wrist away. He licked the wound once and the cut instantly healed as I watched in fascination until I started to feel funny. I suddenly felt as if my throat was on fire, and it was spreading over my body quickly. My skin felt like it was being peeled off. I fell back onto the bed holding my throat trying to breathe but it wasn't working. But just as quickly as the sensation began, it ended. I could feel my body changing as my hair got longer and changed from raven black to dark brown with a red hue to it, my fingernails grew longer and gained a sharper edge to them, and my skin grew lighter, from russet brown to blush pink. Slowly the pain faded away, until I was able to sit up on my own. Offering his hand, my "master" helped me off of the bed and pulled me to my feet. "You have been reborn, rosebud. Welcome to the dark side." Together, we listened to the sounds of the night. It was no longer storming, but I could still hear thunder in the distance, the faint hint on rain lingered in the air. We walked outside onto the balcony and stood basking in the aftermath of the storm. I rested my head on his massive chest and closed my eyes. This was so wrong, but it felt so right.
My first night into darkness, and I have never felt more alive. This is my rebirth. My curse. My blessing. This is my journey into becoming Monáe, Duchess of the Damned .
