Immortal Rebirth

The beast curled his chilling fingers around the shoulders of a weak and powerless mortal. The mortal can feel the icy chill of the beast’s hands through his silken dress shirt; he shudders from the cold, or maybe the fear consuming his mind. The beast grins diabolically at this sight and reaches up to pull the mortal’s shirt collar down. The human felt cool fingers run down the side of his smooth neck. The beast move’s closer to the human’s throat and opens his chilled blue lips to reveal long, piercing canines. The mortal quivers as he feels the beast’s warm breath brush again his skin. The beast sinks his fangs into the soft skin of the human’s neck; the sweet smell of blood fills the night air. The human can feel every drop of blood being drained from his veins as the beast drinks his fill of Life Blood. The mortal squirms momentarily in the hands of the beast. It has become too late for escape, for the human can no longer control even his thoughts. The mortal’s body goes limp in the arms of the beast and a fatal coldness overcomes the man. The beast withdraws his blood stained canines from the mortal’s throat and gently lowers the limp body to the cold pavement. The beast peers down at the lifeless form on the ground and stoops down to one knee. He runs a hand down the chest of the once living mortal and mumbles a few words to himself. He looks up to the star-glazed night sky and lifts his left forearm nearer to his charming face. He pauses for a brief moment, as if contemplating what he will do. Suddenly he moves his right hand towards his left wrist where he places his fingers along one vein in his wrist. He closes his mesmerizing blue-grey eyes and punctures his own skin along the vein, digging his elongated fingernails deeper into his deathly cold skin. Once the blood surfaces, he does not wince or cry out in pain; he only lowers his left arm to the warm, newly dead lips of his most recent victim. Drops of blood trickle down from the beast’s wrist to the lips of the figure lying on the ground. The blood seeps through the small crevice between the lips. As more of the beast’s blood enters into the death body of the mortal, a sense of rebirth fills the night air. The body on the ground convulses. The man coughs, droplets of blood splatter the ground. He then opens his eyes and looks up to see the beast, his sire, hovering over his once lifeless body. A eerie feeling overcomes the man and he suddenly begins to convulse spasmodically. He pulls himself up onto his knees, only to hunch back over on all fours as he begins to cough violently—more blood escaping from his lips. Pain overtakes his body and he falls over into a fetal position. He rolls over onto his back, face to the twilight, as the pain continues to worsen. He slowly pulls himself back up onto his knees, and with fists to the moonlight, he cries out in agony. His canine teeth elongate into skin piercing, blood thirsty fangs. He falls back to the cold ground as the pain begins to subside, breathing heavily. The beast watches his fledgling intensely. The fledgling looks up into his sire’s icy blue-grey eyes and sees his reflection in them. The realization that he is no longer alive, yet no longer dead, overtakes his thoughts. At this site he nearly stops breathing; confused, he is not quite sure of what has happened. He touches his throat and feels where the holes were in throat only minutes ago, finding only two round-shaped scars. The fledgling looks back to his sire in hopes of finding some kind of understanding, but only gets an icy stare in return. It is now the beginning of the end, and the end of the beginning. The time of immortality is now, and the thirst of blood will begin.