Song Of The Vampire
Thomas Turner
I rise from my tomb
each and every night.
I must roam in the darkness;
stay out of the light.For hundreds of years
I have walked this earth;
stayed in the shadows
from the time of my rebirth.I was once a young prince;
the heir to a mighty empire.
Now the hunt for sustaining blood
is my only dark desire.My story begins in the seventeenth century.
It was after midnight in France.
I walked through the streets of Paris
and soon found myself at a ballroom dance.There she stood remarkably all alone,
holding a glass of red wine in her hand.
Her body swayed with so much grace
to the music being played by the band.Her soft blue eyes drifted toward mine.
Her lovely lips widened with a smile.
I was instantly captivated, pleasantly frozen.
There was no morsel of denial.Finally, I found myself able to move.
She drifted across the floor to me.
She trusted my arms with her body.
We danced together so very closely.She stroked back the hair from my neck
and whispered her name into my ear.
I curse the name Sophia to this day.
But back then, it sounded so dear.She asked me for mine and I replied.
We danced and talked for several hours,
then decided to step outside,
where we strolled under the April showers.I soon found myself in her parlor.
The tale of the spider and the fly –
that was the story that strangely
came to my mind. I cannot deny.Yet, no spider looked so delicious.
No spider possessed such glorious beauty.
And I, the innocent, naïve fly
found myself caught in a web of high anxiety.She peeled herself out of her gown
and revealed every inch of her luscious skin.
From her succulent breasts, to her curving hips,
I found myself drowning in hopeless sin.She was so lovely, so enchanting.
Her every command I easily followed.
As we rolled together in passion,
each other’s juices we eagerly swallowed.She loved me like no other woman
had ever loved me before;
only because she was not just a woman.
I soon found her to be so much more.While caught in our passionate tussle,
her grip became so very tight.
She held me down forcefully
and upon my neck she began to bite.That was how she turned me.
She brought me over to the other side,
turning me into this nocturnal being
that I have to fight so hard to hide.She raised her face from my neck;
my blood dripping from her sharp fangs.
Then she floated above my body.
From the ceiling she seemed to hang.As the blood seeped from my jugular,
I began to lose all sense of time.
The essence of my life had been stolen.
It seemed like such a horrible crime.For years Sophia guided me and taught me
the ancient ways of those who came before her.
She mentored me in the ways of vampirism.
I belonged to and served no one but her.My master had a taste for young virgins.
Their blood was always pure, uncontaminated.
We made young women our favorite prey.
We were like wild animals when we fed.So many times I wanted to die
because of my ugly guilt and shame.
I began to take so many innocent lives.
Sophia was who I began to blame.I never asked to be brought across.
One night of lust and passion
had completely spiraled into
hundreds of years of blind confusion.So many years – so many questions.
How could it have happened to me?
I’ve often wondered to myself.
Is this the way God wanted it to be?Still, after all these many years,
I have this undesirable need.
This vampire has shed so many tears,
over this undying hunger that I still have to feed.And what of Sophia, you ask?
As much as I willingly served her,
As much as I devotedly loved her,
I also began to despise her.Even that became a grave mistake –
another hard lesson I had to learn;
for three hundred years is not enough time
to save any soul that is destined to burn.I lost Sophia just last year.
A stake through the heart took her away;
one from a vicious, experienced slayer –
a slayer that I’ve hunted to this day.So many of you naïve humans
simply fail to believe in us.
That is good for our kind;
makes it easier to satisfy our bloodlust.However, there is one of you
who knows the truth about my race.
His name is Simon. He’s the hunter.
I will never forget his face.I will never forget the site –
the image of how he took the life
of the lovely vampire Sophia -
how he took her head with that cold knife.Now the hunter has become the hunted
and Simon is desperately on the run.
I tracked him down to this chapel.
I intend to kill him with this gun.Better yet, I may just snap his neck
or drain him of his rich, red blood,
then rip off his head and gut him
and fill his bowels with mud.You will all witness my revenge.
You will all witness Simon’s death,
because now that Sophia is gone,
revenge is all that I have left.I will walk with you step by step
through the death of Simon The Hunter.
I will share with you his misery.
That way, you don’t have to sit and wonder.As I glide down from the bell tower,
I see him hiding behind a church pew.
Close your eyes. You can see him too.
Now watch what I’m about to do.He’s tossing holy water at me
as I glide silently through the air.
I’m raising my long black cape.
Holy water has splattered everywhere.My left hand is now around his neck.
I don’t need this gun anymore.
I’m squeezing as he chokes and gags.
His stake has fallen to the floor.My right hand is buried inside his chest.
His eyes are bulging out of his skull.
I’m reaching for what he calls his heart.
I’m feeling no remorse at all.I can feel the beat of his heart
as it sits in the palm of my hand.
I don’t want to yank just yet.
It’s not part of my plan.I want to enjoy his fruitless struggle.
I want to savor his agony and pain.
I need to get something out of this,
or else Sophia will have died in vain.Simon knows what is about to happen.
Can you see the tear in his eye?
He knows I’m ready to squeeze.
He knows he’s about to die.I just yanked with a twist.
Watch closely as he slips into death.
My joy is almost orgasmic.
He just took his final breath.His heart still pumps blood into my hand.
Yet, it’s no longer connected to him.
And now that he is finally dead,
I want to rip him from limb to limb.However, I will choose not to do so.
I’ve had enough violence for the night.
I must take my leave from you all;
for outside, it is a few hours from daylight.I know there are other hunters out there.
And to them, I do deserve to die.
I know they will search even harder now
to find that coffin where at day I lie.They all want to destroy me,
put me headless into the cold ground.
But, it will be a cold day in Hell
before I let this vampire be found.Sophia’s death left a deep scar upon my heart.
That scar may not ever, ever mend.
It makes me wonder even more at times,
if we all get what we deserve in the end.