Date: Tue, 9 Mar 2004 04:08:16 -0500
From: My_Good_Boy_Jack@yahoo.com
Subject: These Passions I Pray: Prologue: Part 2: Davin

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The contents of this story are fictional. Any resemblance of the characters
to any other persons is strictly coincidental. This story does contain
brief sexual encounters between consenting males. If this bothers you then
please read no further.

This story gets off to a slow start, don't read this with the intent of a
"quick fix". This is an in depth story that has approx. 4 years behind
it. In this time it has gone through many incarnations and is finnally
ready to be tested by you the reader. All comments and suggestions are
welcomed and should be sent to me @ My_Good_Boy_Jack@yahoo.com


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        Misery could not even exist where I remain. For I am trapped
beyond even the very door's of Hell. I lye amongst the shadows, not
knowing where I'm from, or where I'm even going.

       Fortunately there is one relief. The strike of midnight allows my
only release, that is my ability to share the dreams of those humans,
happy enough to dream, but miserable enough to want more.

       Creature I am, human I am not. What am I? Many people ponder that
I am perhaps a demon, sent from Hell to corupt those young men and women,
purest at heart.

       That however is far from the truth, for in fact, I am nothing.
Perhaps maybe a small figment of ones imagination. One who hurts enough
to make it possable for me to take part in their own personal world, into
their dreams.

       A girl, Orane I believe her name to be. Her soul has been calling
to me. I feel a strange connection with her, though i share no feeling
with her.

       I am completely void of any and all emotion, though i have tried
to fall in love, it has yet to happen. Ironically love is supposedly the
only cure for this curse that dawns upon me.

       But a connection exists between me and this Orane. She calls out
to me, though im not sure of the name, but known is not my self given
name of Davin.

       It's sudden with Orane, more sudden than most, the need to be in
her dreams, to have Orane.

       Almost total blackness surrounds me, the atmosphere is warm with a
strong feeling of security. I hear her continue to call out to me,
although i still can't make out a single word that she speaks.

       Trees and earth are now visable to me, and i can make out that we
are in the forest.

       Naked, orane lyes close to the earth, next to a large trunked tree
that must have soared straight into the heavens. Her body soft, pale,
beautiful. I make out the pulse beating in her neck as her heart slowly
motions her bosom up and down.

       Life, it is what i am after. Corrupting others, taking their
lives, damning their souls is all that relieves the misery that haunts
me. Remorse i cannot feel, i cant feel, i have no emotion.

       Passionatley I stare at her familiar features, and as if I were
the sun, she absorbs my beautiful gazes. Her eyes look into mine as
though she knew something more, and at that moment i knew she wanted this
more than i even needed it. This was an oddity that i had not yet felt.

       Standing before her, I run my fingers through her long blonde
hair, fine as silk. My lips become drawn nearer and nearer to hers, but
before they meet she speaks to me, and for the first time I can hear her.
She speaks a name, one not my own. Who does she think I am? The name was
however forgotten as i had originally intended not too care. But as for
the look upon her eyes, I will never forget.

       Her lips felt as though they were the antidote to a poison i drank
long ago, and i thirsted for more. I nibbled on her bottom lip, feeling
the intensity of the love she must have been feeling. She began to pull
my lip inside her mouth as well. I ran my hands down her soft flesh,
feeling her blood flowing only a short distance beneath.

       I slowly kissed down her neck, breathing in her soft human scent.
I could now smell the blood as well, and i was tempted, i couldnt hold
off much longer.

       As I held her in my arms, her body felt frail. As i seduced her,
as i drained her, she thought it was all in love, i suppose she thought
we were making love.

       I nibbled gently across the surface of her skin until i got to her
neck. Right below her jawline. I could feel her pulse beating faster now
than before. I began to chew now, and again much harder. The harder i bit
the more she was trying to push away now, but as i continued to cling to
her with merely my fangs, she began to scream. A sound that was all too
comforting. But it was soon to die, and silence was soon to take over.

       Her warm blood flowed down my throat and my hunger was now being
quenched. My artificial love, and my food. My only joys in life. Poor
Orane however, she had no clue, and looking back on those trusting eyes.
Who did she think i was anyways?

       Her body lye naked and drained of blood. Her beautiful pink colour
now gone. Just a milky white corpse remain. The old tree stood next to
her body, and i asked of that old tree to watch out for her. I left her
to lye there forever. Closing my eyes, i laid down and breathed in the
richness of the earth. I was done here. As i continued to breathe in the
fresh air, my body felt a tingle and i knew i was once again surrounded
by darkness.

       For now satisfaction read across my face, but night would again
surface and again i would be forced to hunt. Would my next victim satisfy
more than just my basic urges? Would they help me too understand the
human emotion of love?

       During my misery I began to recieve visions. A beautiful girl,
inside great castle walls by the oceanside. Not from the same time as
Orane obviously, but equally as beautiful. Who was she? My curiosity
began to take over, and i knew that tonight she would be made my victim.
I would hunt her down somewhere in time.

       You see, I only exist for those who make me their reality, even
those from the past and the future. Time has no relevance whatsoever to
my state of being. I often encounter those from the past, present, and
the future.

       I think i almost preferred the victorian beauty of this girl, to a
more contemporary look as Orane was. Long strawberry blonde hair, her
fair skin, her pale blue eyes and suculant red lips. Truly beautiful she
was, Eleta her name was.

       As I lye here by myself, cold and alone, i wondered. Is Eleta my
matching pair? Am i falling in love with her? Yes, i was convinced of it.
Tonight i would claim my love, and then what? Would i be cured of this
curse? My fate now only hours away, the anticipation grew larger with
each passing second.

       Once again the familiarity of waking up someplace that is unknown
to yourself takes place. I observe the settings and realize that im lying
in a dim candle lit hallway. The carpet, sprawled across the length and
finding its way down the winding hall, noted to me that these residents
must be of great wealth.

       The smell seemed quite fragrent as well, and i figured it was the
fresh air coming off the ocean through the window that was left open at
one end of the hallway. Looking at all the doors down the distance of the
long hall, i remember Eleta, and yes i know she must be in one of these
doors. My love, and only my love for her will point me through the right
door.

       I begun walking, taking notice of each door. They were brilliant
doors, wooden, with elaborate carvings, and beautiful iron door handles.

       I stopped as i came upon one wich had, like all the other doors,
decorative carvings, but in the center of this one lye a heart carved in.
A single, simple heart standing by itself. I knew this would be Eleta's
room now, and i knew she would be waiting for me.

       I pushed the door open slowly, making sure to keep my graceful
arrival in tact.

       Lying in a large bed on the east wall of the room, Eleta slept.
She faced out the large windows whoes direction would be that of the vast
ocean.

       The bed was covered in beautiful, richly designed materials
varying from silk to velvet. All in shades of red, except for one blanket
whoes colour was a striking black wich stuck out amongst its
surroundings. The canopy that flowed down over the bed emmersed the image
beautifully appearing to be morning mist.

       Just as my visions had predicted, Eleta lay beautifully. Her long
strawberry hair sprawled amongst her satin pillows, also in various
shades of red, forcing her hair to look even brighter. Her skin fair,
with a light rose like complexion, her lips brilliantly full.

       My gaze was forceful enough that I thought I might wake her by
staring any longer.

       I managed to pick my feet from the ground, and one step at a time,
move closer towards my entranced beloved.

       As I got closer, I studied her facial movements. Her tongue
protruding just enough to moisten her beautiful lips, her small nose wich
twitched as that of a rabbit, and her eyelids wich twitched forcing her
lashes to tickle the very top of her cheekbones.

       I sat down beside her, taking up as little space as possable. I
reached for her hand. Indeed her skin was soft to the touch as it was too
the sight.

       For several minutes i simply caressed her soft skin whilst staring
into her face.

       Her lashes began to flutter after not long and finnally her pale
blue eyes were staring back into mine. She has a blank confused look on
her face.

       I bent down to kiss her and our lips met indeed, but you see there
was no magick. I did not feel human, in fact I didnt feel much of
anything. Eleta did not seem to feel anything either and now I wondered
what would become of this love that i had felt for her. Why did she not
seem to share it?

       Something so powerful I thought we might share, but in fact
nothing, not one emotion was felt.

       She began to call out a name as she looked in my face, a name not
my own, the way that Orane had done.

       She had expected someone else, she most likey had feelings for
someone else already. But now i was left open, and i had to correct my
mistake. The one girl that I loved would now have to be put to death. She
would be hunted the way i hunted the others, and would become my feast to
help me endure my misery.

       I bent my head downwards and kissed her forehead. She only laid
there as i did so. And as i sunk my fangs into her soft, warm flesh,
there was no resistance. She moaned a little however as she was succumned
too my presence.

       I had done it, her soul would be forever damned, and I would never
again see the girl i felt so passionately about.

       It wasn't long before the night once again rose. I had been nearly
in shock, disgusted at what I had done, and whom i had done it too.

       But like any boy's heart, mine would soon move on. I would soon be
in love with another. However this one would love me back, someone my
soul felt deeply connected too.

       That night I had stayed in the shadows. The feelings of guilt had
exhausted me.

       The next morning visions of my new love were flashing before me. A
young boy named Luc, handsome with light brown hair and beautiful soft
yellow eyes. His soul called out too mine and I couldnt help but embrace
it.