Chains
a vignette blurble.
I always liked to play with chains. It was a fetish of mine that I discovered not long after I was turned into a vampire. Something about control, taking it and giving it up was a real kick for me. You see, I was never in control of myself, but I was always bein' controlled, even if I wasn't the one locked up.
Now I know you're not into hearin' me harp on and on about how I was never loved or whatnot, but the truth of the matter is love is what kept me bound up like a prisoner, until I met Faith.
Hmm, she was a pistol, that girl. From the moment I looked up into those haunted eyes I was smitten—I'd finally found a girl who was just as twisted as I was. I don't mean it in a homicidal or insanity type of way, just… if I said soul mates, I'd have to stake myself for allowin' myself to be such a ponce. Well, that and it'd require my actually having a soul. The fact of it all is that I loved her, but didn't feel the weight of those chains—not for a moment—until her last breath.
It was a nice reprieve, for the short time I had her, and here I am bound in chains again, hanging here, waiting for the sun. Maybe Hell won't be so bad— Maybe this is a test, and the sun will open her arms in a warm embrace and I'll open my eyes to see Faith standing there with the key to these chains.
Maybe…
Or maybe I'm already dust caught by the winds that rattle these chains.
fin.