Well What If
"God's lovely forsaken angel"
Kyla twitched and writhed uncontrollably on the filthy ground as she stared up into the intense dark blue sky. Her aching eyes, rimmed in blood red, saw images and visions of demons, devils and humans. What God created this blessed and horrid world that drained in a swirling funnel underneath her shivering body? Her life flashed before her eyes as she vomited blood and recalled her mother, her father, her friends, her damn ex-boyfriends. She remembered the awful feeling of rejection after she had broke down in her crowded senior classroom. She threw a desk at the chalk board. It shattered and she began screaming, curled into a ball, and trying to eat her kneecaps. She had managed to swipe at some administrators and took a chunk of flesh from the most hated teacher's leg, which got an inner cheer from all the students. A police officer also got a bite taken from her arm. As they dragged her flailing body down the hallways she uttered such curses, even in languages unknown or uncreated, and her foaming mouth spat blood and salvia. Tears invaded her eyes as she remember her last conversation with a good person. This priest had made the moments of torture in the rejection bearable. And it seemed she felt more "pure" just from talking to him.
He even stood over her dying body, blessed her. She couldn't see well and all she noticed was the very tall shadowy form of the wonderful man. He had said he would pray for her. She smiled slightly. She felt deep within her that she was gone but at that time she had thought nothing of the sinking feeling within her. All that she could see clearly was his face. His beautiful and gruff face. His eyes drooped a bit and his mouth slightly open seemed like he was going to cry. Looming over her, his eyes shining brightly and magnified by quickly forming tears, he had such a delicate look of compassion on his face. She fell in love with him as soon as she saw this. Thinking back she realized that was the last person she would see through her living eyes.
Cold chills slipped up her spine. Lips quivering, she prayed to her Lord, her deity.
"God ... Goddess ... my dear Lord and Lady ... may I find some way to you. If I am truly damned for the actions of my life from your Love and of this blessed Earth, then so be it but have pity on your servant ... But if it is your will, save me from the brink of a Christian Hell. I do not have the strength to banish this evil force within me."
With her last statement she grew very tired and quiet. A grand white light overwhelmed the alley she'd fallen into and all the space around her limp body. Tiny swirling shining colorful orbs whirled all about her. A light shone through her skin, her clothing, from the center of her heart. A pulsating light of a natural off-white. Deep within her a warmth returned and a purifying breath filled her lungs. She coughed up another bit of blood, black with the taint of cruelty and evil energy. And she opened her eyes, refreshed and surprised at her own ability. Her eyes ... the normal bright blue.
"Spirit! Goddess and God, I serve you and your creatures forever more, never again to forsake my fellow witch or myself! You have redeemed me and I shall not let you down!"
A smile crept onto her features as she pranced into the streets, proudly reclaiming the spirituality she had rejected for the contentment of head doctors. She thus danced into darkness, winning the battle of true control over her own body and rejecting the tainted blood and Dark gift of vampirism ...