Post by kmbartels on Jan 28, 2008 15:39:27 GMT -5
((feel free to join but know that this is intended to be a soliloquy ))
The cool breeze slid through his fingers and sang through the reeds on the banks of the Nile river. Efren's hair blew around him softly as he hummed a haunting tune into the dark cloudy night. It was a lullaby. One he had used to sing to his little girl when the Egyptian sky turned black and crashed with thunder. The lullaby's words came quickly to his tongue and he wove the story of Set, god of the storm, as he created the powerful crashes and strikes of lightning that lit up the sky.
After the last note passed his lips, Efren could no longer see straight his anger and sadness was so intense.
"My family. My beautiful family." Efren gasped to the cool water rushing near his feet.
He no longer cried for them. After more than a century of living with the pain he had learned that coming to the Nile was the best way to relieve it.
His body was numb and his hands clenched, the fingernails digging into his palms and blood dripping onto the wet moss beneath. Shuddering he took a deep breath and held a palm up to his face, the skin closing before his eyes. He sighed, not even the simplest cut would cause him pain. He narrowed his eyes as he remembered the last time he felt pain from his flesh.
Efren stood from his desk and stretched his long legs. He shook out his left hand and yawned. His entire day had been spent scribing for the Lady of the lower lands and his hand was cramping badly. Sighing he sat back down and dipped the quill once more into the bottle of ink. Each glyph proudly announcing his intellect and high status among the Egyptians. It made him proud to know that he was a scribe. His family would never want for food or any other necessities, or amenities for that matter. He started when the large wooden doors behind him blasted open and the Lady herself walked through.
She was an astounding beautiful woman and very powerful. Her name was Suejh. She had employed him a few years ago and had been obsessed over him ever since. She tried at least once every visit to get him into her bed, but the thought of his beautiful wife and child at home stayed his lust.
Efren put his bleeding finger to his lips and sucked on it. He had cut his finger on the parchment when she had come through the doors so suddenly.
"What's this?" She purred pulling his finger from his mouth and watching as the blood bubbled and formed a droplet on the tip.
Efren was frozen his mind racing as she stared into is eyes. He felt trapped like a rabbit backed into a corner by a lioness. He stared at her as she licked the drop of blood from his finger moaning in ecstasy.
"You're so sweet. Like honey dew" she said sucking slightly on the finger in her hand. He felt something inside him click, like a switch being turned off; he moaned.
His hand, of it's own volition, reached up and entangled itself in her hair and pulled her roughly to him. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of his chest and she tilted her head back bringing her lips to his.
After a few intense moments of kissing Efren jumped back in pain and put a hand to his lips. Looking at his fingers he saw blood there. Looking at Suejh he saw something in her eyes that wasn't there before, a glaze of the eyes, almost a passionate look. And yet something was slightly off. He wanted to run, but he was rooted to the spot by something much more powerful that he.
"No my dove, you are mine now...I want you...and I shall have you." Suejh said lust in her voice and death in her eyes.
He watched as she sauntered towards him and placed a kiss upon his lips, his cheek, his chin, his neck and then his throat. Gasping he felt a tiny prick as something sharp sunk into his neck and soon he felt blood being drained from his body ounce by ounce, pint by pint. When he thought for sure she was going to kill him that there was no way he could go on for a second longer she put her wrist to his mouth. Overwhelming hunger gripped him and he lashed open thin cold skin covering her veins and sucked deeply of the bitter blood there.
Efren came out of his stupor and glared at the icy water. What he wouldn't give to go back to that day, to be more careful to have done something to stop her. He hated her... She had taken away his life, his love , his happiness and had replaced it with death and hate. All he had left now was his honor, and it was something that he had to uphold.
"For Cena, my daughter and for Asenith, my wife I shall bring honor back to these lands." He spoke these words to the heavens...a promise to all vampires honorable or horrible.
Bending down he pulled his embroidered tunic over his head and pulled off his breeches. His sandals he tossed onto the sand. He dove head first into the Nile to wash away his sins...