CHANGE
The endless requiem of Vermilion...
War had always been a bottomless pit of pleasure, as far as my rusty red memories served. I remember throughout the long years, men dreamt and danced within the carnage, releasing all their pent of frustration that had been brewing within their hearts for years. Desire takes over and temptation seeks satisfaction. It was this complete feeling of clarity that wasn't remotely clouded in any way. Through the body of the insane, In the hearts of the fools, and in the eyes of madness. In their own twisted way of thinking, their ways were justified.
My most early memories after the sensation of 'clarity' were lost...was of this caliber.
At first, I didn't know what to think, or where I was for a good five minutes. The only thing I could recall though was the sight...and the smell. Oh, God...the smell was absolutely revolting. Like rotten flesh that has been soaking in rotten milk and baking out in the sun all-day.
The sight though was something I could never forget, for it was the last sense of comfort I will ever obtain for the rest of my life. The last fleeting moment of innocence and pleasure. It was the break of a new dawn, and the sky was colored in warm shades of orange, red, and a soft baby blue, all of which were splashed into the sky like an artful masterpiece. God...it was so beautiful until reality finally hit me like a German-made bullet.
It was all so...red. My favorite color used in the worse way possible.
I first found myself sitting upon a corpse of a decaying German soldier. I didn't even remember what his face looked like...it was too horrible disfigured. Lifting my hands to cover my eyes from the horrid sight though, I only found out that every inch of my skin was covered in thick, oozing blood. It wasn't just my hands though, my once lovely white dress was beyond recognition as well. Covered in red and torn at the hem. Even my long blonde hair was a nasty crimson too.
My thoughts became overwhelmingly cloudly, not realizing what I've done and what I've been doing for all these years. An odd sense of emptiness in my chest pulsated, my throat burned, and the smell of blood felt unusually nauseating all of a sudden.
"What is this...?" I asked myself but could not come up with an answer at all. Suddenly though my stomach began to roll upwards. "Ugh!" Gasping, I quickly slapped my hand over my mouth and vomited up blood and chunks of flesh. I felt the red liquid oozed through my fingers.
I knew right away that this shouldn't be happening...that something was very, very wrong. My attention though was pulled away from the blood and horror when I heard the sound of heavy boots. Looking to see who it was, a red hot barrel was pressed right in the center of my forehead.
His face was obscured by the harsh sunlight, but I could tell that it was a tall man who wore a Nazi emblem on his right arm.
"Auf wiedersehen, vampire," he spoke with disgust.
My red eyes widen when I saw his finger slowly pull the trigger.
Will lie over with cries of Crimson...