Date: Sat, 3 Feb 2007 12:02:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Gay Writer <gaywriter72@yahoo.com>
Subject: Midnights Rainbow Chapter 1

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Chapter 1 		The Fallen


As I fell to Earth, my brother Lucif took Kalob's blood and gave his
own. The result made him, what you call 'Vampire'. We lived happily
together for more than seven hundred years, before the villagers set our
house ablaze. They came at dawn, leaving us no escape. If Kalob went into
the daylight he would die.

The fire would not kill me, but would my precious lover. I remember
watching as the intense heat began to scald his flesh. Yelled curses behind
the roar of flame were the backdrop to my heart's devastation. I remember
the horrific screams that escaped Kalob.  I held him, and gazed into his
eyes until he was only ash.  You hairless monkeys turned my love and joy
into grey powdery death.

Night fell; I healed, and rose from beneath the rubble with a hatred never
before felt. I killed everyone in Sodom that night. I swept through with
such exquisite destruction they still tell the tale, albeit incorrectly. It
was not God's wrath, it was mine. Man's intolerance brought forth such an
anguish-fueled rage in me, they had no hope. It was not punishment for
forbidden love. It was because of the love they took from me. Kalob and I
had been this city's first inhabitants, and I would be its last. Their
blood paved my path into oblivion.

We are not Angels, we are the Slegna. You silly humans always did get
things twisted around. We were old when the universe was young, and my
mother, was the first. We call her the first, because we know of nothing
that came before her.  Only she can remember the beginnings of time.

My father was the second. It has never been mentioned or questioned, as to
how much time passed before his arrival. My mother's 'superiority' and
'status' seemed to be a dent to his ego. Together, they had many sons, and
I was but one of them. I was not the oldest or the youngest. I was the
middle child of thousands.

I wandered the night for decades, catching glimpses of my brother's work.
Christianity had been his biggest joke. Man was so gullible. It still
brings a smile to my face, that man could believe that my father gave one
of his progeny, as a 'gift'. Our presence in this world is our
punishment. The man Jesus was only that, a man. Nice guy, valuable message,
but not Slegna. He was the Mozart of peace, but nothing more. Humans do
love to spin a tale. Your 'Jesus' was only one of many that, sadly, got
nailed.  So, before you scream 'Blasphemer!' and ready your pitchforks,
settle yourselves, and let me tell my tale.

Man was but a fleeting obsession of my father's. The rock called Earth
formed naturally. Given the infinity of time, all is possible, and so you
came to be as you are now. The impossible made possible. That most can't
comprehend the chaotic pattern was never our concern. What kindness that my
father held for you, now lay trapped in a crystal prison. You were on your
own.

You were, however, off limits. The worlds were my father's toys, and not to
be touched. He would give a little nudge here or a push there as he watched
you like bugs in a jar. What is this 'Hell' place you keep rambling on
about? I've never seen it, and I have been to many places. Man created that
imaginary place, not Slegna. I've got news for you. If you are supposed
burn in Hell for all eternity for not following someone's conception of
'rules', save for a handful, you've all got a fiery future ahead of you.

Lucif was thrown down for his interference and love of
Moses. Unfortunately, my father's rage extended past Lucif and punished
Moses as well. My poor brother never had the time I was fortunate enough to
spend with Kalob. My bother's stint with Moses was painfully brief. I don't
blame him for his bitterness.

Lucif had done me the favor of giving my lover immortality. It was a
blessing and a curse. The centuries went by so quickly that I barely gave
them measure. That is, until Kalob was gone. There's not enough blood in
the world to paint that portrait of sorrow.

Joy seems to be measured so much more quickly than pain. Then again, living
among you, I've learned pain is what you cling to. I can't say I've handled
it any better.

I left the cool nights and hot days of Sodom for what is now known as North
America. The absence of my wings only stopped me from re-entering Haven.
Yes I mean Haven, not Heaven, not that any of you would ever see it. I was
still able to move in your world as I normally would.  Eventually, I found
the most desolate, insect-infested, sultry piece of swampland I thought man
would never want.

I went into the ground, slept, and watched fleeting images of civilizations
as they rose and fell. I lay in the earth for many centuries hoping my
heartache would abate. Then I slept longer waiting for my father's
forgiveness. The ache in my heart remained and my father's forgiveness
never came.

You made my resting place into Disney World; an amusement park. I would
have burrowed deeper but the music drew me up. Late one night, I pulled
myself from the mud, and cried out in the darkness. There was much to learn
and experience in this new and fragile time.

So much had changed. You had discovered the art of science and built a new
world with it. I felt the mud dry against my skin as I floated above
you. No, my wings were not necessary for flight. Wings gave us the ability
to travel between the planes, and now only my father's forgiveness would
take me home. He still stood frozen in his crystalline prison,
brooding. Remember, he is a very stubborn man.

I moved through the night and into the surrounding city of Orlando. I
bathed in a park fountain and removed the centuries of decay from my skin
and hair. My clothing had rotted away, ages ago, during my slumber. I lay
submerged in the water, writhing about, until the last remnants of filth
left my body. I stood and watched the water travel down my naked white
flesh. It felt good to be clean again.

Even my white unclothed skin didn't seem to draw attention. I walked the
streets seeing discarded people and refuse. The people of this time didn't
seem to notice one was different from the other. I watched you walk past
indifferently, your only concern being the wallet in your pocket. You
completely ignored the most unfortunate of your own kind. It was a sad
comfort that this much was still familiar to me. Your apathy is infinite.

The music called me. A rhythmic heartbeat and screaming melody pulled at my
chest. The vibrations seemed to tap my soul. I turned down an alley and
moved toward the chaotic sound.

I saw one of my brother's creations taking blood from someone he had lured
there. He looked to be about my size and build; I needed clothes. The
vampire interrupted his meal long enough to turn my way and stood frozen in
terror. He threw away his meal and ran with incredible speed. I chased him
as the blur of buildings and concrete edged my vision. I passed by and
stopped in front of him.

The impact against my body broke several of his bones with a sickening
crunch as he bounced backward and fell to the pavement. His eyes raged at
me.

"What are you?" he hissed the words as he struggled to put more distance
between us.

"I am nude, and will have your clothing. Whether you give them to me, or I
take them from your corpse makes no difference to me. I would prefer them
however, without stains of blood."

In the time it takes to create thought, I closed the distance between us
and knelt beside him.

"Choose."

I could smell the metallic sweet blood on his breath as I glared into the
darkness of his eyes. He began fumbling with his shirt buttons. I stood and
backed a few feet away.

"Faster bloodsucker, it is only pain." My cold words earned another brief
glare as he hastened his movement. He pulled the shirt off and tossed it to
me.

The vampire struggled, finally making it to his feet. His body was
repairing itself, and I watched for any indication that he may try to run
or attack. He was beautiful, but unlike the life that surged beneath my
skin, his held only death. My flesh was a vibrant white and contrasted
against his sickly pallor. It wasn't a dingy color. It was more of an ashen
reminder of what it used to be, now hidden too long from the light. His
coloring reminded me of Kalob, and my heart ached.

I watched the muscle roll across his abdomen as he kicked off his shoes and
began removing his pants. His frame was not packed with muscle, though it
was certainly there. He was almost wraith-like in shape, looking as though
he had missed too many meals before being changed.

This vampire hadn't been made by my brother. The scent of Slegna blood was
very faint. It had been diluted many times before it found its way into his
veins, though I could see why he was picked. He was striking; his green
eyes engaged me with every glance as his sinewy form rushed to its work.

He stood in front of me, wearing only his boxers, and tossed me his
pants. I pulled them on and moved forward. I knelt and pulled on the shoes,
keeping my eyes locked with his.

I moved beside him faster than his vision could perceive. I pressed my
shoulder against his and ran my fingers through the dark-brown hair that
fell past his shoulders. I circled him tightly, seductively, and paused on
his other side. His only movement was the turn of his head to keep me in
sight.

I leaned in, pressed my lips to his ear, and whispered, "Who made you,
vampire?"

"Jeremy." The amber tones of his voice were strained and betrayed him. I
could hear his fear.

"And who made Jeremy?" I breathed the words into his ear.

"Seth." His answer was a stutter of absolute contained terror.

"Is he old, this Seth?" I began my circle of motion around him again,
stopping to face him directly. Barely an inch separated us.

"He is the oldest in the city." He moved his eyes to his feet, trying
desperately to avoid my gaze.

I laughed out loud. The sound bounced between the buildings around us,
giving it an almost hollow tone. I couldn't help finding humor in his
statement. I remember watching this silly rock when it was only a spiral of
dust. These creatures gave so much reverence to time.

I saw the vampire's body tense as he posed his question to me. "Who made
you?"

He was a brave one! It impressed me. Most would have tried to run before
now. I ignored his question and asked another of my own.

"Where can I find Seth?" I let my lips brush against the flesh of his ear
as they formed the words.

He hesitated, his breath catching in his throat. Only constrained terror
could bring about such a human reaction from a vampire, and I reveled in
it.

I don't need your consideration or forgiveness for my sadistic
tendencies. You created them. Your hatred created the monster that I
am. Your intolerance, your anger, and your unforgiving ways are what
birthed the creature I am now.  You've offered me nothing but anguish. How
could I possibly become anything other than what you made of me?

"I could just take the information from you, but you wouldn't like
it. We've been civil with each other; I see no reason to stop now."

"He is at Big Bang. 'Filth' is playing tonight. It's about 30 blocks back
the way we came. Just follow the music. It's where I was going tonight,
before I stopped to feed." I could hear the regret in his words with his
decision to give me this information.

I stood back and placed my hand on his shoulder. I took the remaining
damage from his still mending body. The impact had done more harm than I
realized.

"What is your name young vampire?" I smiled.

"I am David," his voice was much calmer.

"To answer your question David, I am not a Vampire. I was not made in the
fashion you imply. I would ask you one more favor. Go to the club after you
have found clothes, and inform Seth I would speak with him. I will be there
in an hour."

David nodded.

"I'm sorry I harmed you, and brought you to your current indignity, but I
had few options. I am in your debt."  I let my eyes travel the length of
his nearly nude body.  "Whisper my name should you ever need me. I will be
there for you. My name is Asher."

"You're not going to kill me?" David looked at me suspiciously.

"The dead don't deliver messages." I grinned.

"Can I go?" he asked, darting his eyes about my frame and the night. He was
looking for a rebuke that wasn't coming.

I nodded my reply, "Certainly."

I am not sure how fast he ran from me the first time, but he seemed to move
much quicker now. I watched the blur of him race away into the darker parts
of the city.

I walked the city streets and looked through the windows of a variety of
shops.  The people of this time had made everything a convenience. The
variety of stores and markets made anything a person might ever want
available at a moment's notice.

I noticed my reflection in the glass under one of the stronger street
lights. The tight black denim pants and matching black silk shirt stood out
against my skin obscenely. My honey-brown, shoulder length hair had the
slightest wave, now that it had finally dried. My black eyes peered back at
me from my distorted reflection. I didn't have the striking features that
many humans had. The deep blue eyes and auburn hair, but I was still
handsome. My parents did not make ugly things. Looking at the many photos
of men, my appearance seemed common place.

I may have slept for the last 1500 years, but I did know the goings on of
the world during my slumber. I know beauty is used to sell even the most
horrible of things.  You called it advertising. Use this product and be
beautiful. The obvious deception makes me grin.

I rose through the air and settled onto the roof of one of the taller
buildings that lines your sky and lay against the dew-coated tile roof and
watched the stars.  The ambient light of the city hid many of them from
human eyes, but I still saw them all. The millions of pin pricks of light
against a black tapestry brought back memories of Kalob.

During the last few hundred years of our time together, this had become one
of our regular rituals. At least three nights a week we lay on our rooftop,
gazing at the universe. The soothing touch of time betrayed me. I felt the
loss of him as if it were brand new. I sat up and blinked away my tears. I
would not forget him, but I had already given him an ocean of tears. They
served no purpose.

I heard David whisper my name, undoubtedly to Seth, and I moved. Even
though I can no longer travel the planes, I can move between the things of
this world.  Whether it is air, rock, or steel, I can pass through them the
same, and without disturbance. I now stood beside David.

"Good evening."

The walls surged toward me as nearly twenty very old and somewhat skilled
vampires rushed to strike. With a thought, I sent them flying through the
air and crashing against the stone walls. Eight of them rushed from their
landing toward me, and again I threw them back.

"I only want to talk to you Seth," I told him while I circled the room
healing my attackers. I removed the damage from them with the slightest
brush of my fingertips as I passed.

Skeletal iron hands held torches along the ancient stone walls of the
room. The metal fists may have once held real wooden torches, but now
lifted man-made replicas fed by natural gas. The effect, however, was the
same. The flickering light bathed the room in a yellow and orange glow,
with dancing shadows on every surface. The only true furnishing was the
giant throne of cushion-covered stone that Seth sat upon. The floor was
littered with satin sheets and pillows of every size and shape. These nude
derelicts of life, these vampires, cowered into the corners as I continued
my walk through the giant chamber.

"You have many beautiful things Sumerian," I gave a subtle wave indicating
the nude vampires that lined the walls, as I stopped and stood in front of
him.

Seth's wide-set, slanted dark eyes showed no emotion. His broad nose drew
my eyes to his small upturned mouth that was surrounded by ample round
cheeks.  He was without doubt, Sumerian, or the last vestiges of what
remained of that culture. Those distinct features, framed by his jet-black
wavy hair, left no question of his lineage. The faint shudder the moved
through his body as I spoke the word 'Sumerian' confirmed it.

The ancient color design of the torc around his neck hinted at tastes of a
long forgotten art form. Its design seemed out of place against his small
but powerful black leather clad frame. His clothes were modern and seemed
almost ridiculously out of era. It would have been no less strange to me,
than if you had put a ballet tutu on a Viking warrior. Even though Seth's
skin had long since lost its sun-kissed bronze, the olive hue still
remained. I would call him more cherub- like than beautiful.

"You insult me by coming unannounced, and invading my territory without
permission, Asher. David will be punished severely for bringing you here."
I could hear the undertones of anger in his voice as it sliced through the
silence. "It is within my right if I choose, to destroy you where you
stand, according to vampire law."

My raucous laughter buffeted the walls and fueled his anger. As the sound
of my laughter filled the room, I closed the gap between us
instantaneously. I held his wrists to the arms of his thrown, and pushed my
lips to his ear and whispered, "I'm not bound by your law. I am not a
vampire."

An iron torch holder suddenly burst through my chest and I screamed. I let
loose of Seth's wrists and struck the body guards that had attacked me from
behind, backhanding them and sending them smashing into the stone
walls. Seth stared back at me glancing only for a second to the skeletal
iron fist that had been plunged into my back, and now pointed its boney
finger at him. The burning sensation was almost unbearable as the tissue
around the iron seared and smoldered. One of the body guards had ripped a
torch holder from the wall and plunged it between my shoulder blades.

"Order them to stop, or I will destroy you all," I hissed.

"STOP!" Seth shouted.

The impure iron continued to sizzle against my flesh, and the finger
protruding from my chest was beginning to bend.

"Now, push it back through." I indicated the iron hand with a curt nod of
my head.

He placed the flat of his hand against the pointed iron finger and gave it
a quick, but firm, shove, until his palm was flat against my chest. It fell
to the floor behind me with a metallic clank. My blood continued to sizzle
and hiss against its surface leaving it a mound of disfigured iron. Seth
pulled back his hand to see the wound was already almost completely
healed. His palm was coated with my blood. Slegna blood is not the pretty
red color of a human's. It is black and honey thick. Seth ran his tongue
the length of his hand in a slow, lascivious gesture.

I took a few steps backward and watched his unfolding ecstasy. I had seen
the same reaction from Kalob, on many occasions, during our time
together. He was now tasting the blood from the oldest of things. Seth's
mouth tore at his own hand to get every last drop of my blood. The whites
of his eyes were now gone.  Two oval black orbs stared blindly outward as
his body thrashed uncontrollably.  His inhuman moans ricocheted from the
walls of the room.

"He will be fine," I said to ease his bodyguards' worry. "It will pass in a
few moments."

His two faithful servants had already rushed to his side and were trying
desperately to hold him in place. My blood had given him more strength than
they could handle. It looked like two men riding a raging bull as they
clung to the horns.

I tore off the tattered remains of my shirt, tossed it to the floor, and
waited. Even in the subdued light my white skin seemed to glow. I felt
their eyes pressing against me from the shadows of the room. The vampires
were studying me. A faint and gentle touch turned my gaze to David as he
drew his fingers down one of the long contorted scars of flesh on my
back. He traced the gnarled skin with his fingertips where my wing had been
so violently removed from my shoulder blade. He seemed consumed in his
inspection of the scar; he glanced upward, seeing my movement, and found me
smiling at him. He pulled his hand back sharply and dropped his eyes to the
floor. The reaction seemed strangely innocent. I say strangely because,
what vampire is innocent? They live by taking blood.

I turned back to where Seth now sat, quietly recovering from his taste of
me.

"Everyone out!" Seth commanded.

I reached back to David and took his hand in mine. "You may stay."

Seth's bodyguards looked at him questioningly. He shook his head. I could
see the disappointment and hurt in their eyes as they reluctantly left the
room. As with any love struck watchdog, they were concerned about their
master's safety.  They closed the doors and I heard the unseen locks click
into place. Seth stood and turned, grabbing the base of his throne, and
pushed back the massive stone structure, revealing a set of stairs that led
down into the torch-lit shadows. It was an impressive feat. No human or
younger vampires could have done it. He was showing his strength.

Seth led the way as the three of us descended the stairs.

"Close the entrance behind you please." He glanced back to me.

I moved the throne back into place with a thought, never breaking eye
contact with our leader. He was testing me, perhaps, to find my limits. The
absurd notion forced me to smile. I could see the quick calculations in his
eyes as he turned and led us further down the stairs. The only sound was
the soles of our shoes scuffing against the stone while we made our way
down through the shadows.

Our descent ended as we continued to move forward through a stone hallway,
with artificial torches barely lighting our way. I couldn't help but think
he had given too much effort to make this resemble his Mesopotamian
home. He paused only a moment to press his hands against the surface of the
giant stone that blocked our path. The stone was massive. It had to have
weighed tens of tons and the ease of movement seemed to surprise him as I
listened to his sharp intake of breath. It slid smoothly to the right,
opening a doorway into a room of modern luxury. We walked into the
cavernous space.

The stone ceiling was at least eighteen foot high, supported by giant
pillars that interrupted the view at thirty-foot intervals. There were four
pillars supporting the ceiling. The thirty-foot square area between the
square of them was a rising system of stairs that led to his resting place.
It most resembled a pyramid between pillars that had been cut in half and
made into a loft style resting place.

Seth glanced back to me. I closed the passage behind us as I had closed the
entrance to the stairway, with a simple thought. He would not see my limits
tonight.

He led us to a grey marbled granite table that sat in front of a wall of
video screens. Ten across and ten down they displayed the destruction of
man. Each screen's focus was a different view of turmoil scattered
throughout parts of the world. They were moving pictures without sound,
giving glimpses of current death and destruction.

"Please make yourselves comfortable." Seth moved a short distance to a
large stainless steel refrigerator surrounded by fine oaken cabinetry.

"Care for some refreshment", he asked. His speech still possessed the
remnants of the Sumerian pronunciation of words. It was stilted, with the
strong enunciation of certain syllables that I'm sure few noticed.

I sat myself in one of the many extravagant high backed cushioned oak
chairs that bordered the marble table.

"I do not feed, but I know I interrupted your meal." I said to David,
nodding to the chair beside me and opposite our host.

David settled into the chair beside me and offered a barely audible "Yes,
please."

I watched as Seth moved through the open kitchen area. No movement was
without purpose. Time does that to a body. Every gesture is deliberate and
fluid, and his actions proved he had been dead for a very long time. I
estimated his age to be close to 1200 years. This world left him few
surprises, and I was one of them.

Seth placed the fluted glass in front of David as he held his own close to
his chest. It was filled with blood and I knew David wanted to drink. The
simple pleasures always kept their kind enthralled. I suppose it made the
passage of time more bearable.

I could smell the stronger taint of Slegna blood in the glass. It was far
from pure, but still potent compared to the blood that pushed through
David's veins. It made me smile that Seth had given the best he had to
offer to David.

"Would you meet your end now or as you sleep," I asked.

"I prefer the oblivion of sleep, I'm not fond of pain" he answered me with
a smile as he sat in the chair across from us.

David shifted in his seat uncomfortably. I know he didn't understand the
inevitable. Seth could not live. He had tasted my blood, and that want
would haunt him. I couldn't continue knowing he raged in torment for more,
or worry about his subterfuge.

I tore the pages of recollection from Seth's mind violently, and waded
through his thoughts like men do anthills. I continued as David sat quietly
beside me until Seth slumped against the table. I had shredded his mind
leaving him only with the weakest of memories.

"Go to your bed and sleep" I commanded.

Seth obeyed, rose from his chair, and then climbed the stairs to the ornate
bed that decorated the center of the cavernous room. As soon as his body
rested quietly against the silk fabric, I sent the fire. An angry blaze
engulfed him completely, erupting in a spray of ash. His immolation was
quick and merciful.


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