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From: Calandra
Date: 03 Dec 1999
Time: 03:51:31
It was a dark night, the sky a blanket of diamonds, Calandra found herself walking through the cemetery once more, but what for, what did she expect to find? She had given up the idea of seeing any walking kindred. Maybe it was just the hope of being able to understand even a small detail of the afterworld and it drove her mad that she didn't. She hated fearing anything but how could she not fear death if the afterlife was such a big unknown. She knew that it was something that everyone had to come to terms with but for some reason it was the hardest thing to even think of. The devil, the god, heaven and hell, the walking dead, dark angels of the night, reincarnation or looming souls. Too many possibilities and not enough evidence to back up any. Calandra sat down by the streetlight and next to the well-known grave that bared her mothers' name listening the rustling of the trees in the wind. Slowly a shadow engulfed her in to darkness, it startled her but she felt no fear. As soon as she saw him she knew there was no way he could have been human yet this fact didn't scare her. Calandra knew what this magnificent creature was right away and the sight of the vampire was overwhelming .His violet transparent eyes drew her in as his white smooth skin pulled her near. When he opened his mouth she could see his two prominent fangs drawing towards her neck, still she could not pull back. They punctured her skin with a small stinging sensation. All went black the last thing Calandra could remember was the wanting sensation this mysterious dark angel left her. Next thing Calandra feels is a pulling on her neck, forcing her mouth onto something smooth and warm. She feels an overwhelming desire to bite down. There is a muffled moan as the flow of warm rich liquid flows into her mouth. The wanting comes back as she sucks harder and harder the flow is weakening when she finally realizes what is quenching her thirst….Blood. They have taken her. Now the transition begins, from her life of purity to her quest of knowledge as a damned soul. Her life's blood having been gently stolen, like breath, by the angel of the night, Calandra's soul lies dormant on the grass of the cemetery hillside. She can hear a voice, very distant but comforting urging her to go with it, who it was or where it was leading she didn't know but she had an overwhelming feeling that she must follow. Lying fetus-style on the grassy hillside she was slowly finishing the transition between life and whatever comes after it. The process that took 24 hours seemed to have lasted for days. The voice that had been drifting away now ceases to exist and Calandra feels emptiness inside without it to help her through the final stages. Slowly she opens her eyes, she feels so light-headed, her voice suddenly beckons her from over the hill without questioning she obeys. With almost no effort Calandra raises to her feet and with the most gracefulness and elegance she had ever felt she climbed to the top of the hill. She couldn't believe it; the transformation had given her everything she wanted beauty, sophistication, and gracefulness. But she also knew it came at a price, how big the price was she still couldn't comprehend but Calandra knew she'd find out sooner or later. Calandra notices the world like for the first time; everything is so crisp so delicate. The pond on the far side of the cemetery is a pale violet colour, the stars more radiant than before look like dancing candles in a sky of blackness unlike that she has seen before. She can now see why this view is described as seeing the world as a savage garden, the earth before man had one single coherent thought or wrote codes of conduct on tablets of stone. At the summit of the hill, a figure in the darkness catches calandra's eye. He has an inner light that glows a black-blue colour, it is entrancing and draws her slowly to him, she knows she has to fight this feeling because the light is something to be scared of. She recognizes it immediately, the one that made her into what she is, is sitting on a gravestone in the shadows of a tall willow tree. Calandra calls out with an overwhelming desire to fall down at his feet. The figure stands up and moves towards a motorcycle parked just to the side of the road. She calls out again, this time the vampire turns around but not with the recognition of the voice. He faces her staring right through her, he doesn't even realize she is there. Without even another side ways glance he gets on his motorcycle and drives off. Calandra has never felt more alone in her life, or death. She feels an overwhelming sense of alarm that with a final look at the taillight of the bike she collapses into a pile of despair.