A psycho trip from earth to hell to earthly hell...
Ow… what is that? Aughhh! A white thing is biting into my neck!
I shove my body at the thing and it stops, looks into my eyes, and I don’t feel any more. As I blacked out, I had the feeling that whatever it was had punctured my neck again and returned to a methodical drinking fashion.
I feel as if I’m falling through air. It’s like I’m conscious, but I’m not. Right as I came to, it felt like I had just been pushed off of the Sears Tower. My semi-conscious mind gave me the thought of my heart skipping a beat, yet I don’t feel a heart there anymore. As I am “falling”, a revolutionary thought comes to me.
I am dead.
Whatever that thing did to me killed me. I search my mind for the memory and find something that is not my own. It is love, anger, and satisfaction. I wouldn’t have any of those at the time of my death. It must have been the creature’s. It makes sense: love of my own blood, anger at my resistance, and satisfaction of its victory over me. It must have been a vampire.
I hit solid ground at a force that would have killed a living creature. I guess I’m not anymore, yet I felt the full blow of impact. This left me with another chilling thought that went down my would-be spine: I can be tortured forever and never die.
This is Hell, literally.
I look around at my situation. The surroundings, even the solid but unseen grounds, had no color. From what I remember of my human mind, I could have never comprehended the color when I was alive and thought that it was never possible, yet here it was. A blurry spot in nothingness appeared and stabbed something in my would-be back. It hurt. A voice belonging to the thing behind be said, “Move.”
I had no problem complying with its request, but that’s another thing. I hadn’t figured out how to talk yet because I didn’t have a mouth. I guessed that I would find out that little detail later, so I continued to carry out its request.
It brought me to a solid looking chair and forced me into it. “Stay,” it commanded. Two seconds later he vanished and was replaced by a solid figure with a clean face, white skin, no hair, and hollow eyes.
It spoke. “You were killed by Azura, our best vampire on the place that your kind call Earth. You may not understand the entire story, so here it is: Azura did not want to die when he did, so he made a pact with Our Holy Lord Lucifer. He would be allowed to roam the Earth, but part of him had to stay here, in the place that you call Hell. He would have to drink from the blood of the living to continue his time on Earth. One of the drawbacks for us is that every one of the victims that he kills is sent here. You are an example of that.”
“So, can he be destroyed?” I spoke! But, how?
“Yes, but it is near impossible.”
“Could you tell me how?” I think I just think aloud. This feels weird.
Okay, so, how do I destroy the one who destroyed me? I must have to annihilate the part of Azura on Hell, and then hopefully he will die. But, I have to find the part in Hell, first.
I think about how the “messenger” appeared, and figure that I could probably do it, too. I decide to concentrate on the glimpse of the vampire I had before I died and tell my essence to move to wherever that image is. I close my eyes and wait until I think that I might be there. I open one eye and realize that I had probably been there since I closed my “eyes”. In front of me I a see-through box which I only caught by one reflection. I appeared to be in a room made of the same stuff that the box was made of. It looked a little like glass.
This must be it. I don’t know why, but my first instinct was to slam down on it with my full “body” force. That didn’t work; it only hurt. I decide to try and envelope my essence totally around it and to squeeze it until it broke. At first I’m about to give up, but then I feel a creak and a slight jolt of what would have been electricity, and feel myself jolt into reality. I am outside of the front of my house looking out to the street at night.
I haven’t had this much weight on me since I was alive, but how am I seeing and feeling? My senses had become acute. I could feel air, warmth, and moonlight. I pick myself up and go cautiously back into the house. As I go into my bedroom, I see myself on my bed with pale skin and two bloody holes in my neck. I am momentarily stunned and realize that this is probably the truth. When I snap out of it, I pass by the mirror in my room and see no reflection.
I am the vampire.
I must have switched bodies with it. I might have destroyed the prior owner to this body, or he might be standing outside of the strange, see-through box. Either way, I am here. I have to make do with what I’ve got. Two points on my lower lip hurt. They must have been the teeth that killed me.
I have no idea what the future will bring, if I go back to Hell, or stay here indefinitely. But, I feel my first hunger and lust for blood and I loathe what I have become. My only way to get through this is realize that my revenge did not help me, and that I must accept whom I am to live the life of a vampire.