Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2007 17:58:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gay Writer <gaywriter72@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lucif Chapter 1
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Chapter 1
Birth of The Damned
The man I love is dead. My time with him was a bittersweet torment.
I gave up my world to be in his, and have endured the sorrow ever since. I
watched my precious Moses wither with age, and die before I knew what my
blood could do for his kind. Eternity pulses through my veins and can
create the creatures known as Vampire. It was a different time then, and I
was naive to the affect my blood has on humans.
It's difficult to explain how incredibly brief a human life is in
comparison to immortality. When you have existed for several hundred
millennia, a mere 312 years is barely a blink in time. I remember those
last moments as if they happened only yesterday.
Our home was not as elaborate as one might think. It was a simple
stone cottage, with a wood and reed roof, located on a hill top on the
island of what you now call Islay, Scotland. We could look out our door
across the ocean and, on a clear day, see Ireland. The constant breeze
made the weather nearly perfect. A human would need a full layer of
clothing. I of course... usually wore little more than my breechcloth.
Much like pain, the chill reminds me that I'm alive.
Moses lay on the fine fabrics and cushions that covered our wooden
bed. He was frail and feeble, and had lived for more than three centuries.
Though I could prolong his life, I could not extend it indefinitely. His
body was well beyond the average age for humans of that time, and simply
wore out. His cells would no longer regenerate and he was all but a
rotting shell of the young man I once knew.
His olive skin was paper thin and would bruise with the slightest
touch. Only after having healed him for many hours could I attempt moving
him from one place to another.
"Take me to the cliffs, Lucif. I would see the sunset one last
time." His voice was a whisper as he seemed to lose himself in my eyes.
I couldn't deny him any request, but had no intention of letting my
love die. "You will be with me forever Moses."
"Take me to the cliffs, Lucif. My time is short." If he had had any
strength left in him, I believe he would have stood and walked out the
door. He had always been so stubborn.
After wrapping a blanket around myself to protect me from the
sunlight, I lifted him gently in my arms and carried him outside. The
setting sun seared the exposed flesh of my hands and arms like meat on a
grill. I lay him beside a tree and sat beside him so he could watch the
sun paint the sky with reds and golds. Soon, all that remained was a pink
halo that peaked from behind the horizon. The first hints of a diamond
dusted sky emerged, and I lowered the blanket from around my head as he
leaned against me.
I removed the heavy cloth and wrapped it about him to shield him from
the cool night air. His smile comforted me as he raised his wrinkled hand
and ran his thumb along my cheek.
"Will you not show me the same compassion you would another suffering
creature?" His already blood shot eyes filled with tears, and the droplets
trailed down his cheeks, pausing in the many ancient folds of his skin.
"I can take away your pain my love. Please don't speak of such
things." My heart ached at the thought of a world without him.
"So you would condemn me to this half life for all eternity? Are you
so cruel? That isn't the man I fell in love with." His words were spoken
with as much strength as he could muster and his chest shuddered. A weak
cough spluttered from his lips. "Please let me go. We will meet in
another time and place."
I felt his body shift against mine, and his already bent back
slouched beneath his own weight. I knew his life would end if I didn't
intervene. I wanted more than anything to steal just a few more moments of
time; just enough for one last memory.
Some of my gifts found their way into his soul over the last few
decades. He read my thoughts with an urgency I hadn't experienced before.
"No more moments, Lucif. Let this be my final memory. I love you.
Another time and place." His hand fell away from my face as his brown eyes
stared into mine.
"I will love you forever, Moses." I leaned forward and brushed my
lips against his.
I had not wept or experienced the infinite depths of loss one can
feel until that day when he took his final breath. Part of me raged to
bring him back, and I screamed my heartache into the darkness.
My cry was cut short as selfish thoughts filled my mind. I clutched
him against me and heard the crunch of too many bones. I poured my heart
and soul into him but found nothing to connect with. It was at that moment
that I knew he was truly gone.
A rolling white light lifted from his body. It is the same with all
humans when they finish their time on Earth. His energy rose up and
lingered in front of me. With a pulse of light it passed through me,
coalesced, and then blazed upward toward the stars. 'Thank you' was spoken
in my mind as his familiar musky scent filled my nostrils. A feathery
breath of air fluttered the bangs of my long black hair as I gazed into his
vacant eyes.
Sobs shook my chest, and my heart felt stretched to the point of
breaking. Then, that is exactly what happened. The link between us was
severed and I watched his body age in seconds to a dried husk of taut flesh
over bone. As the years passed, the bond between us grew and I didn't
realize how much of myself I had given. I wept and screamed my sorrow into
the night until the sun rose.
I felt the sizzle and burning sensation like a muted discomfort. I
didn't scurry away from the dawn. Instead I hoped I might find oblivion
under the harsh gaze of my father's eye, the sun. As dawn grew into day,
my clothes erupted in flames making me a living funeral pyre for my love.
He burned in my arms until only ash and fragments of bone remained.
Normally, I am sure it would have been an excruciating ordeal, but the
anguish in my heart made every other horror pale in comparison.
The tree we lay against had caught fire a few hours prior and still
smoldered as the sun dipped over the horizon. Most of the limbs had fallen
and now lay around me. Only the smoldering embers could be seen in the
depths of the tree trunk. As the last remnants of color faded from the
sky, my body healed and I watched the moon rise amongst the stars. My
tears ran dry and I sat as I had when my love left me. My legs were
crossed, but now my arms only cradled the grey dusty remains of my love,
Moses.
Gathering a large bit of him in my cupped hands, I stood and made my
way to our cottage. I pulled at the door with my mind and ripped it from
its hinges. Stepping inside, I lay his ashes on the table.
I still wear a sachet containing his remains around my neck. The
leather pouch taps against the center of my chest like a heartbeat with
every step I take. It comforts me.
The smell of my love lingered in our home. I couldn't bear to leave
and remained there for many years. It wasn't long before civilization
found its way to my little island of Islay. Strangers were soon knocking
on my door, and my uninvited company prompted me to build a stone wall
around the cottage.
I chose to sleep during the day. It's not a necessity or even a
common practice among my kind, the Slegna. I took on this habit more out
of avoidance of the sun, and to glean those precious moments in the abyss
of my mind that is held captive behind closed eyes. I have never known a
human that did not take this sweet, fleeting, serenity for granted.
Most evenings I chose to walk to the ocean's edge and meander along
the shore. I could arrive at my destination with the speed of thought, but
as is the case with so many of my habits, I needed to pass the time. When
you have forever, it is necessary to find some way to fill the endless
litany of days.
As far as I was concerned, all that I saw was mine. I would watch my
surroundings and 'discourage' any who dared enter my domain. Their
thoughts were loud, even though their steps were taken with extreme care.
When they settled for the night, I would drift along the bending shadows of
their campfire and send their bedding and belongings into a blaze with my
mind. "You are not welcome here. Go now or die." I would merge the
message with their thoughts in hopes they would have sense enough to flee.
Those individuals that did not heed my warnings did not live. We
were here first, and this was our home. They were intruding, regardless of
which conqueror planted his flag. The idiocy of someone landing on a rock
and saying 'mine' never ceased to amaze me.
My guests came with increasing frequency and it was quickly becoming
a problem. I did not want company, or a reminder of what I had lost.
On one of many lonely nights as I lay against the damp earth
relishing the tickle of grass along my neck, I sensed them. Yet another
group ventured onto what I considered my land. Taking a deep breath I let
my eyes drift from star to star in the night sky.
The smell of damp earth and smoke drew my attention as the wind
drifted across my body. They sat around a campfire. There were five of
them, 3 men, 1 woman, and a young man of seventeen that lay unconscious
beside her. Surely they knew that I would come. Enough rumors and stories
had been told, that only those out to kill me had the lack of sense to come
here.
I stood and felt the subtle breeze chill the dew on the flesh of my
back. We Slegna do not travel like most creature of this world. We move
through things as a ghost might and with the speed of thought. The wind
took the last of the moisture from my back and legs, and I moved across my
land next to where they sat around their campfire.
The woman sat beside the young man, tracing her delicate fingers
through the blond curly hair on his forehead. She was exquisite. The red
of her hair was intensified by the glow of the fire and contrasted with her
ivory skin. I was about to give them my mental warning when the woman
spoke.
"He's here. Do not attack him." Doriana turned, and the firelight
lit her face with a half crimson glow.
I knew her face and turned my head to find Galen staring back at me.
Druids. As if humans weren't bad enough, now I had old acquaintances
showing up uninvited. I didn't consider them friend or foe. We had only
briefly met in the distant past, but it was a meeting I still remember.
As the light and shadow from the nearby campfire danced along the
young man's face I recognized the mix of features. The Druids had broken
the rules yet again. They had had a child. I would have probably chuckled
before Moses left me, but now it was only a minor amusement. Of course, I
too, was never much for following the rules.
She pointed her outstretched arm in my direction. The glow from the
leaves on the tree beside me revealed my position.
"Leave my land Druids. You are not welcome here." I spoke as well
as sent the shattering thought to their minds.
The two guards fell to the ground unconscious. Galen and Doriana
remained unaffected, and the young man didn't stir from his sleep. I have
to admit that their ability to withstand my mental assault surprised me. I
knew they were old, but I had forgotten their origins. These were
immortals of another kind.
Stepping out from my failed hiding, I walked toward them. "You are
not welcome here. Do not think I will suffer your intrusion any more than
these... humans." I indicated the two unconscious men with a wave of my
hand.
"We cannot leave, Lucif." Galen finally spoke. The low timber of
his voice was rich and even. He meant his words.
Galen was yet another form of beauty. He blue-grey eyes peered out
at me from beneath his shoulder length brown hair. His thin form did
little to hide the strength and power he contained. He stepped forward,
and I felt his mind roll across my thoughts with a feathery touch. They
were invading my memories. I'm sure they felt the push of me doing the
same to them.
"I'm so sorry about, Moses." Doriana trailed her fingers along the
young man's chin. Sorrow etched her eyes in red as she stared back at me.
"Will you please help us? He's our son." Her voice wavered as she
spoke.
"I know who he is. I would have thought you learned your lesson." I
sat on the ground and warmed myself in the amber glow of the campfire.
A flash of lightning raced down from the sky, and I batted it away
with my hand. "Don't test me Druid. I owe you nothing, least of all
consideration for your folly." I glanced at Galen as he stood in the
shadows considering his next attack.
"What do I gain?" Doriana didn't seem surprised by my question.
"Is there no pity left in you, Lucif? Would you not spare me the
same pain you hold in your heart?" She had pulled too many memories from
my mind, and those final moments with Moses tore at what was left of my
soul.
"To save your child, you must first kill him." Doriana's jerked back
and her eyes were wide with shock.
"You've trapped a soul in flesh and bone that was never meant to be
confined. Did you think you could create a human child from the illusions
you wear now?" I shook my head knowing what I said was true.
I grabbed a stick from the ground and prodded the fire as I spoke.
"What... nearly destroying the earth wasn't good enough? You both know by
now that everything comes with a price. You've imprisoned him in a human
body. Just because you hold human form, does not mean you are human. I
cannot help you."
"You can't? Or you won't?" Galen's angry words cut through the
darkness. A violent wind pushed against the flames and threatened to rip
them from the wood they fed upon.
"I do not know what affect my blood might have on the creature you
have spawned." I turned and focused my gaze on Galen.
"If I give you my help, he may share my curse. Is this a chance
you're willing to take?" The snap and crackle of burning wood filled the
night.
"Yes." His voice was stern and resolute.
"Galen! Wait!" Doriana's plea was too late.
A limb bent down from a nearby tree, and Galen snapped off a branch
in his hand. As fast as the crunch of wood was heard, he moved to his
son's side and plunged the spike into the unconscious young man.
Doriana threw her head back and screamed as a deafening crack of
thunder erupted overhead. Tears fell from her emerald green eyes and
rolled down her ivory skin. The wind swept her fiery red hair away from
her face like vicious crimson whips.
"What have you DONE!?" Doriana's body pulsed with a haunting blue
light and a glowing tendril thrust outward from her. It struck Galen in
the chest like some poisonous viper and sent him flying through the air.
Doriana rose to her feet, and her moonlit blue glow gave way to a
blinding white light. "You killed my son!" She screeched out the
anguished words as though each was a knife twisting into her soul.
"Doriana please! Control yourself! Lucif! Do something!"
Galen's desperate cries fell on deaf ears. Mine.
She pursued him in a primal rage. He fought to stay at arms
length, but her mind was without reason. She advanced on him like a
crashing tidal wave of rage. Nature bent to her will and pressed her
closer to him, cutting off his every escape. Stones rose from the ground
and lightning burst from the sky. He was cornered.
"You're wasting time." I had barely spoken the words when I felt a
shift in the wind as her hand now clutched my throat.
Death crawled along my skin and for a fleeting moment, I welcomed
it. A weakness I had never known consumed me, and oblivion begged my
attention. "Kill me... and you kill your son."
Moments passed before she released me and my body slumped to the
ground. The sway of life ebbed as my mind found its way back to now. She
was a woman on the edge and we had just taken what mattered most from her,
her child. What shook me most was that she had almost ended my life,
something I thought impossible for my kind.
My strength returned and I stood. "Give me your knife." Galen
reached for the blade on his hip and released the strap that held it in
place.
"No, get the iron blade from the knapsack. Now is not the time to
feign ignorance of my weaknesses." Galen rushed to one of the fallen
guards and rifled through the leather satchel. Finding the blade, he stood
and held it out to me.
"Cut me, Druid." I stared at the blade in his hands as I stretched
out my arm and exposed my wrist.
"I can't!' The words had barely passed his lips before Doriana
snatched the blade from his hands. She moved with grace and opened my
wrist with a quick upward slash.
"Remove the spike from your son's chest and add your blood with
mine to the wound." I knelt beside the still unnamed young man.
Galen pulled the wooden spike from his son's chest and a sucking
crunch was heard. I leaned forward and let my blood spill into the gaping
wound. Doriana made short work of her and Galen's wrist. They held their
hands aloft and let their life spill into the wound.
I drew back expecting the worst and hoped for the best. "Seal the
wound, Druid." With each passing second I distanced myself from them. I
would not be taken by that woman again. She had my fathers touch; 'The
killing hand'.
A bolt of lightning streaked down from the sky and sealed the wound
on his chest. He inhaled like one drowning in the sea and sat upright. A
slow hiss escaped his lips and his head turned in the direction of one of
the unconscious guards. Fangs pushed through his gums and shimmered in the
amber glow of the campfire.
In moments he was upon him. He tore into the man's neck and drew
the blood from the unconscious body in heavy draughts. Not sated, he moved
with an almost imperceptible speed to the other and took the blood from his
veins.
"Marcus, NO!" Doriana's cry mixed with the slurping sounds as he
fed.
Having drained the second guard, Marcus turned to his mother.
There was no reason behind the blue of his eyes as he raced toward her.
She reached out her hand and grasped his throat to keep him at bay. His
teeth gnashed and snapped as he strained to get a taste of her blood.
"Damn you Lucif. What have you made of our son!?" Doris struggled
to control her son's advances.
"I warned you. Do not condemn me for giving you what you asked
for." I had finally recovered, and shot upward into the sky. I preferred
the safer aerial view of the camp.
Honestly, I didn't know he would share my curse so completely.
Marcus was an innocent, and was loved by the most genuine hearts this
universe had to offer. Now... he was damned. My blood changed him and
took him to a darker place. What was worse... they begged me to do it.
"Use the sun's light to control him. If he shares my curse, then
he also shares my weakness." I spoke to the Druids' minds as I lingered in
the sky far above them.
"Lumina!" A blinding white light burst from Galen's hand and I
heard Marcus scream in agony.
The intense blinding light forced me to turn away and shield my
eyes. Even at this distance I could feel it burn my skin.
"Father... Mother... please don't let me die." It was the first
time I heard Marcus speak, and his voice held such an innocent tone that
even I was compelled to turn and look at him.
Marcus lay on the ground at Galen's feet, slowly inching away as
the blaze ate at his skin. Sobs shook his chest and mixed with his
screams.
"It hurts! Please! You're killing me!" Marcus rolled over and
the light ate at his back as he crawled away and struggled to escape into
the shadows.
"Don't kill him you fool. Protect him from the sun, but do not
trust him. He may be the salvation for your unborn son, Doriana." I felt
the infinite ache of hunger rage in his chest.
What he needed was not human blood. He needed mine. I suppose,
looking back, it would have been better to end his suffering, but I already
had my fill of death. We made many mistakes that night. One, was not
paying attention to the fallen guards, because now they were gone.
"What were their names?" I lowered myself toward the ground but
still a comfortable distance away from Doriana and her 'killing hands'.
"What are you rambling about now Lucif?" Galen's voice was strained
and filled with rage.
"The guards. I'd like to know their names. We've done the world a
great disservice this day, and I would like to remember it properly." I
watched as their eyes shifted to where the guards had fallen and the
reality of what I said entered their minds.
"They were dead!?" Doriana's shrill voice didn't hide her horror.
"Yes, and like your son, have been reborn. They are now far away
from here. Well Galen?" I pressed again for an answer.
"How can you act as though you aren't responsible for this... this...
abomination?" The tendons in Galen's neck strained as spat the words
through clenched teeth.
"I didn't make the guards into the creatures they are now. Your
son did. They are not my problem." Druids have always had a tendency to
piss me off and this encounter was no exception. "See the blood on his
lips. It is his. He gave as well as took when he drank."
Their attention wasn't where it should have been, on their son,
Marcus. I was barely able to cross the distance before he struck. Instead
of Doriana's neck, his teeth sank into my wrist, and Marcus pulled the
blood from my veins. My head swam and a strange ecstasy surged through my
body. To liken it to sex would diminish the true nature of what I felt.
It was beyond carnal pleasure. For that moment euphoria gripped me
completely. Sated, he fell backward and convulsed on the ground. I
struggled to keep my balance and watched him writhe in the tall grass.
"The guards are not my problem, but this one is." I pointed to
Marcus. "Bring him to me just before sunset tomorrow. "I'm not sure how
he will react when he wakes."
I passed through them and moved to my empty cottage. It had been a
full evening, and for the first time since Moses passed, the hours seemed
to race by with reckless abandon. They didn't know it yet, but the Druids
were about to lose their son forever.
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