You remember the dark.
It wrapped you in dreams, dreams of things that might be and could be but were not. Not yet. They told you the darkness was wrong, It is not truth, and you turned your back and slipped into the cold depths of darkness.
You never paid attention to his name. His path was straight but worn, not an unusual path for a man like him.
Except he wasn't a man. Not really. Used to be one, but not now. He had tasted the poison, bit the apple, known the darkness. He craved life because he was doomed not to have it, and you are life, you are living. You know the lives of so many, or what their lives could be, might be, and he wanted that. And you are darkness—black hair, black eyes, black thoughts, black dreams...
They never listened to you. They said you were crazy, begged you to stop, and you stared at them, eyes round with tears, and asked them why. Why, why, why? I thought you were my family. And you turned your back and slipped into the alluring dream of darkness.
Far away, they took you. So you can get better, dear, they nodded and smiled. But smiles don't reflect in black eyes. No—those two orbs of darkness gazed through the window and wandered in lost unrealities. You wandered into others' dreams, dreams of the future or the unknown. And you forgot.
You dreamed his name but you forgot it. What did names matter when you'd forgotten your own? Nothing. About as much as they thought of you, Nothing.
Then there were choices—choices so many they made you dizzy—falling—drowning—dying—
A touch. A soft, gentle touch on your shoulder and there is reality, there is something to wake you and remember you. You raised your black eyes and there is the darkness smiling back at you. A promise, he says, and you saw his choice.
Your heart beat wildly and the darkness closed in.
His eyes glittered, an entrancement for a lost child. A shiny treasure. You floated through a thousand sleepy forests, sun shining down, birds twittering, but they were so far away...you floated through an eternity os soft warmth...
The cold fingers strike the dream—shatter—and it's cold, cold, so cold you cannot breathe and you scream but you cannot hear against the roaring in your brain and the fire in your lungs—
Soft, fiery cold lips brush the skin on your neck. You want to give in, give in and never look back, this is the end, this is the end, don't look back, not the light—
Just the darkness.
How nice. A sleepy smile.
You remember his name then. But it doesn't matter. You can hear him whisper, My...your blood is sweet. But, alas...I must stop.
Sweet...like the darkness.
And then you fade away...
Alice, turning into a vampire. Does this make any sense? Please review, and tell me what you think! If you like this, check out some of my other fics. ;)
-Wings-