Post by *A I D Y N. on Oct 13, 2009 20:39:59 GMT -5
Sleep. It never came anymore. Restlessness would flicker in and out, taunting the boys eyelids to shut and just give up his hold on consciousness. But he never could. He would toss and turn in a tangle of sheets, the comforter wound about his feet, strangling his ankles, tying him to the bed only to perpetuate his anguish of how he was awake and how he would be for the rest of forever. He could hear from his room the soft inhale and exhale of those in slumber in the apartments below and above him. And he would concentrate on it, praying that if there was a God, the melodic lullaby of their breathing would put him to sleep. It didn't. Drugs didn't work. His metabolism burned through them to fast for the effects to take hold of his body. And its not like his body needed sleep so badly it could shut down on him and force sleep in a fit of exhaustion. He didn't need sleep. But the humane part of him remained longed for something real, something mortal. He wanted to just fall through the dreams he used to chase in his head and bury himself comfortably in the security of his bed. But he couldn't.
Lights. They flashed over head, all night long. He could lay in his bed for hours and just watch different intensities of lights flicker across the ceiling as if in a game of tag, playing daintily across his room, chasing one another until they were doused. Then they came again. He begin to fixate on these lights. If he couldn't sleep, then he needed something to occupy his erratic thoughts. So he watched the lights dance with each other, like lovers or old friends and family re-meeting for the first time in months. As beautiful as they were, they were only a reminder of what he could no longer have.
Daylight. The Sun. Bright, warm rays warming the flesh on his cheeks. It was all gone. No longer could he bask outside in the light with friends and live a normal life, no longer was he allowed to be an average boy. It was utterly depressing. But Aidyn wasn't sad. True, he missed certain things of his human life, but what he had given up, he received even better in return.
Now, as he strolled along the street, those aspects came to life. He needed no streetlights to make out his surroundings. He could see just as well as the best human in the daytime, if not better. He could make out couples on verandas of overhead buildings, make out perfectly what their moving mouths were murmuring. But he didn't need to read their mouths. He could hear them crystal clear, along with the music playing inside their homes, the televisions running inside, and the tiniest heart beat of a new born infant two buildings away. His sense of smell was almost as acute. Just a whiff of a dish form a near bye restaurant and he could pick out the spices used to season the meat. He was almost perfect, besides the now lacking heartbeat.
His eyes scanned back and forth, but not too over bearing, as he searched for company or even a simple conversation. He passed the open door of a bakery and he could smell the sweet cream inside the eclairs, freshly baked and ready to be served. Baguettes lined the window, tempting shoppers to come in and take one home to share with the family.
Everything about the quaint little shop was perfect. It beckoned in customers. In a way, it was exactly like him, beckoning in prey. His strong, musky cologne lured in innocent unsuspecting girls while his sharp eyes locked in to theirs, freezing them in their tracks. His luscious voice, dripping with the promise all girls wanted to hear, only further secured his meal. He was their dream and nightmare, all at once.
His little analogy to himself made him smirk. He was feeling coy now, he no longer sought out simple conversation. He wanted a girl. And a pretty one at that. One with long flowing hair, piercing eyes, full and delicious lips. He was almost disappointed he'd have to turn her into a monster like himself. But with the lack of a heartbeat, he began to develop a lack of care for what happened to his victims.
At first, he was appalled at how he would have to survive and wished it upon no one to have to suffer what he had to. Then as he matured into his new found life style, he realized he could get whatever he wanted and who ever he wanted. And the boy wouldn't lie, he enjoyed the sex. And the only thing better than that, was the feeling of fresh, warm blood coating his throat and burning its way down to his stomach. It was like a fire ravaging down his esophagus, and the warmth that radiated from inside him after consuming fresh blood was a high that nothing else on earth could bring him.
He stepped out of the doorway to the little bakery and picked a flower out of the potted plant decorating the building. He took a quick whiff and the bitter sweet smell of a hunt twisted its way up his nostrils and ignited all his senses, excitement and adrenaline firing in his body, making the boy feel alive once again.
count; 926
inspiration; new again - taking back sunday
Lights. They flashed over head, all night long. He could lay in his bed for hours and just watch different intensities of lights flicker across the ceiling as if in a game of tag, playing daintily across his room, chasing one another until they were doused. Then they came again. He begin to fixate on these lights. If he couldn't sleep, then he needed something to occupy his erratic thoughts. So he watched the lights dance with each other, like lovers or old friends and family re-meeting for the first time in months. As beautiful as they were, they were only a reminder of what he could no longer have.
Daylight. The Sun. Bright, warm rays warming the flesh on his cheeks. It was all gone. No longer could he bask outside in the light with friends and live a normal life, no longer was he allowed to be an average boy. It was utterly depressing. But Aidyn wasn't sad. True, he missed certain things of his human life, but what he had given up, he received even better in return.
Now, as he strolled along the street, those aspects came to life. He needed no streetlights to make out his surroundings. He could see just as well as the best human in the daytime, if not better. He could make out couples on verandas of overhead buildings, make out perfectly what their moving mouths were murmuring. But he didn't need to read their mouths. He could hear them crystal clear, along with the music playing inside their homes, the televisions running inside, and the tiniest heart beat of a new born infant two buildings away. His sense of smell was almost as acute. Just a whiff of a dish form a near bye restaurant and he could pick out the spices used to season the meat. He was almost perfect, besides the now lacking heartbeat.
His eyes scanned back and forth, but not too over bearing, as he searched for company or even a simple conversation. He passed the open door of a bakery and he could smell the sweet cream inside the eclairs, freshly baked and ready to be served. Baguettes lined the window, tempting shoppers to come in and take one home to share with the family.
Everything about the quaint little shop was perfect. It beckoned in customers. In a way, it was exactly like him, beckoning in prey. His strong, musky cologne lured in innocent unsuspecting girls while his sharp eyes locked in to theirs, freezing them in their tracks. His luscious voice, dripping with the promise all girls wanted to hear, only further secured his meal. He was their dream and nightmare, all at once.
His little analogy to himself made him smirk. He was feeling coy now, he no longer sought out simple conversation. He wanted a girl. And a pretty one at that. One with long flowing hair, piercing eyes, full and delicious lips. He was almost disappointed he'd have to turn her into a monster like himself. But with the lack of a heartbeat, he began to develop a lack of care for what happened to his victims.
At first, he was appalled at how he would have to survive and wished it upon no one to have to suffer what he had to. Then as he matured into his new found life style, he realized he could get whatever he wanted and who ever he wanted. And the boy wouldn't lie, he enjoyed the sex. And the only thing better than that, was the feeling of fresh, warm blood coating his throat and burning its way down to his stomach. It was like a fire ravaging down his esophagus, and the warmth that radiated from inside him after consuming fresh blood was a high that nothing else on earth could bring him.
He stepped out of the doorway to the little bakery and picked a flower out of the potted plant decorating the building. He took a quick whiff and the bitter sweet smell of a hunt twisted its way up his nostrils and ignited all his senses, excitement and adrenaline firing in his body, making the boy feel alive once again.
count; 926
inspiration; new again - taking back sunday
