Queen Of The Dark (Dark Origins Series: Book 1)

"Reborn"

Autumn's leaves beckoned the searing flight that carried them amidst a golden wind. Their shades combining in unanimity amidst the cool reception of earth that held there now careless approach. One after one they played the twisted plains over the hill sides that shaded their individual purpose.

There inclusion within a shuttered magnificence. Relating the dark stained edges. Mimicing the wild oaks much like the beast that mimicked now a humans suspended emptiness.

Where children retreated to cleverly crafted fortresses. Only to be destroyed amidst the leaping of their bodies into its soft cushioning. The blanket devision of their bounds crashing to the dead earth beneathe them. Cushioned to retrain tired muscles in coldness to rebuild once again.

A dark fate lingered silently.

Little did they know upwards in the distance a silent monstrosity had now opened its eyes. A grime stained sealant that entrusted the black coating of inorganic darkness. Now awakened from death to a new born contemption. Viewing them through walls that became as shadows. Tasting the allegiance of their heartbeats.

Their sweet nectar dripping through veins that harvested the life of intensive blood flow. Like the force of dark angels descending upon hells brimstone eyes. Calling out to her in a quiet obsession. Now shining brilliantly through half slitted vengeance. That blood that echoed the wine of vitality. The feeding of hunger dancing now to a foreign darkness.

A creature designed of shadows.

A coal blackness intruding the hue of colors that once existed. Now disguised beneath human origins. Hidden from the light of an early excursion.

Keely awakened from her dark slumber...

Her existence newborn upon a vibrant awakening. Dipping its poison into the wretched internal prelude. Now amending its date of a viral obscurity.

Singing the song of her dark enchantment.

Into the appearance of soft flesh flexing. Lips pursed together as tongue tasted their smooth surfaces. Beneath the fanged intelligence that recoiled its brutal weaponry. Now displaying the polished whiteness of human teeth set as an alluring distraction.

She slowly arose to aching feet upon legs trembling.

Testing there still weakened strength. Like one who forages a distant land she adjusted to this new found body. This new signature carved into the mirrored deception of a beautiful girl. Slowly dousing its wicked passions into the shaping of Keely's perfumed ambiance. In death alive yet still quivering.

She studied the room before her.

Fading upon a layered grayness, its bold structure erecting frames that held several paintings. The ocean danced lively as whales triumphed over the billowing waves. Their inert suspension coloring the dark blueness of a storm over the horizon.

Curiosity possessed the creature as it glanced at each painting.

Its smile rendering a distraught disillusion. Completely impotent to the shaping of human emotions. Ravaging the appearance of an innate normalcy. It tested its facial expressions by the reflection of an embellished mirror. It's gold ribbons casting their shade upon the surface of its shine. Relaying the enamored culprit within the blackness of intrusive eyes. Slowly returning their display to a light blue amidst a wandering tiredness.

Keely awakened slowly to a world that reaked of a prevailing oddity. A strangeness that accepted by force the union of its alien tendencies. Casting aside the prevalent over tones of human realisations. For now, beholding the will of its sovereign completion.

A chemical infusion of its bitter branding had been nearly completed. Draining its black ambrosia into the twisting delicacy of the young woman's darkened blood flow.

Now insatiable upon a ruthless cunning.

Transformed into the vile, despicable. Stamping it with an encrusted seel. A beacon of nightfall that solidified the bonding between alien and human.

With slitted eyes opened to dispel their radiant blackness. Chained within an enchanting nothingness. The blue print of a salacious harvester. A jester framed of clothed partitions invisible but for night to behold.

Strutting to the idling precaution of a foreign nightmare invading upon a trembling invitation.

Smiling in the depths of a dark regression.

Keely was finally reborn.