Post by Romulus on Nov 22, 2009 13:48:04 GMT -5
That sleep of death that takes all vampires contains all manners of mysteries and oddities. None alive can ever know the true nature of their fatal slumber until the icy curtain covers them as well. The dreams therein are much unlike our own, so to say that dark dreams clouded the mind of Romulus would be inaccurate. It was much rather like the experience of swimming across the surface of a large bathtub, with complete and utter pacification wrapping one and numbing their nerves, until suddenly a large fissure comes from the deep and pulls one and whirls the water down into the dark portal to where imagination cannot describe.
And so the Prince awoke, fearing where that portal led, without the knowledge that he had already arrived where it had taken him: his coffin. The first thing that hit him was a sharp pain all across his body. Being dead, the vampire's nerves did not work, and thus he did not suffer pain in the same way that we do. But the hurt that the vampire felt was not of the manifest kind. It was a hollow, internal feeling, like a lost desire, that filled him with a type of dread only akin to grief.
Having felt this way before, Romulus knew exactly what was the problem. It was the one thing that reduced vampires to human weaknesses. "I am so hungry I could kill someone," snapped the Prince of the Dead, his silver eyes glancing through the darkness of the underworld he had found to dwell in to replace the one he had escaped upon his siring. Reaching a hand out of his coffin and pulling himself out to stand, he felt his legs almost give way.
The vampire's sleep lately, while usually still, left him very little refreshed afterward. It was an escape, yes, but only a temporary one, and the cost he had to pay for it made it almost not worth it. Hunger seeped through him, and he felt no better refreshed than when he'd first entered his tomb. Food would have to be found. Young girls were growing common to his palate, and though he would take whatever he could get, something new and fresh was his desire. A fair youth, perhaps, would suit him best; one not yet a man and still having all the effeminate charms that the vampire's wiles could turn to passion. Or maybe one not so fair, but lonely, and desiring the company that only the darkness can give.
Maybe someone older, wiser, and more experienced would suit the prince's taste. A fair lady of marriageable age, filled with all the joys and sorrows of her adult life, and rid of all the confusion of youth, would please Romulus. Regardless of his wants, however, the Prince slowly made his way out to the foyer, so that he may begin his night's search for food.
And so the Prince awoke, fearing where that portal led, without the knowledge that he had already arrived where it had taken him: his coffin. The first thing that hit him was a sharp pain all across his body. Being dead, the vampire's nerves did not work, and thus he did not suffer pain in the same way that we do. But the hurt that the vampire felt was not of the manifest kind. It was a hollow, internal feeling, like a lost desire, that filled him with a type of dread only akin to grief.
Having felt this way before, Romulus knew exactly what was the problem. It was the one thing that reduced vampires to human weaknesses. "I am so hungry I could kill someone," snapped the Prince of the Dead, his silver eyes glancing through the darkness of the underworld he had found to dwell in to replace the one he had escaped upon his siring. Reaching a hand out of his coffin and pulling himself out to stand, he felt his legs almost give way.
The vampire's sleep lately, while usually still, left him very little refreshed afterward. It was an escape, yes, but only a temporary one, and the cost he had to pay for it made it almost not worth it. Hunger seeped through him, and he felt no better refreshed than when he'd first entered his tomb. Food would have to be found. Young girls were growing common to his palate, and though he would take whatever he could get, something new and fresh was his desire. A fair youth, perhaps, would suit him best; one not yet a man and still having all the effeminate charms that the vampire's wiles could turn to passion. Or maybe one not so fair, but lonely, and desiring the company that only the darkness can give.
Maybe someone older, wiser, and more experienced would suit the prince's taste. A fair lady of marriageable age, filled with all the joys and sorrows of her adult life, and rid of all the confusion of youth, would please Romulus. Regardless of his wants, however, the Prince slowly made his way out to the foyer, so that he may begin his night's search for food.