IT FELT AS IF I WERE ALIVE AGAIN. Dark, thick liquid trickles down my arm from the open cut. I stare at my blood-soaked hands that shook as I held the blade that I had forced into my flesh. My hunger for blood has become unbearable—gut-wrenching—to the point where I had dragged my own dagger across my skin to drink my own. It was extremely unpleasant, however, but it released some of the fiery pain deep in my stomach.
I shook my head back and forth slowly, throwing the dagger to the ground, suddenly disgusted with myself. I hated to drink my own blood. Well, I’m not even sure if it’s considered blood that much. It’s black liquid that has venom in it, which is harmless to me.
Interrupting me in mid-thought, the blade made a puff of dust enter the atmosphere when it hit the dirt. The particles danced in the air delicately around me, making me smile slightly. But it didn’t last long.
Crazed and thirsty, I tossed my blanket of dried-blood hair over my shoulder harshly as I slammed my arm to my mouth to swallow the warm flow of liquid.
I felt a sense of energy charge its way through my veins when I drank, making me hungry for more. I cringed at the taste it left in my mouth even though I needed more; desired for more. My lips parted from my flesh as I felt my skin heal over quickly beneath.
Without thinking, a low growl ripples from down in my throat as I throw myself forward into a full-blown run. It felt good to feel my strong muscles moving and flexing with my bones.
As I sprint at the speed of light, the florescent glow of the full moon that hung high in the sky cast a long black shadow in the night air, making my figure seem eerily slender and exquisite.
The feeling of the wind weaving itself through my thick hair made me pleased, for I loved the sense of speed.
But, when I was not alone, I would have to hide myself from them, for I do not know if my Lord is back.
The creature who had changed me was hunting me, thirsting to get his hands on my soul, to destroy my eternity on this Earth. He had changed me over five hundred years ago, at the age of twenty five.
His name was Shiva; The Destroyer. I grew up believing him as my true God, but only as I had gotten older, I learned the real truth of him. I loved him in my childhood as a Reckoner—what we vampires call humans - and still do, even though he is vile. I curse myself for loving his ways, obeying his commands he escorts me too, and following them. But I am so close to him, sometimes I feel as if I were his wife or soulmate. Every time I become wild or raged, I think of him, and he calms me instantly. He is the only thing on this world that will. It puzzles me often.
I remember the foul odor that lingers onto his skin to this day; musty and burnt-like. But his exquisite beauty makes up for it. His long, shallow cheek bones made his pale skin seem as if it was stretched over his delicate features. His long, dark hair that falls to his shoulders swishes in the lightest breezes. His black, pit-less eyes – a sign that he was in fact immortal – shone each moonless night, making all of my nightmares seem to come alive and haunt me. He is often seen garlanded with a snake, and wears elephant, tiger, or deer skin. Also, he bears the crescent of the fifth moon on his forehead. Most times I have seen him; he has a small drum called a Damaru that is shaped like an hourglass that hangs off a string tied to his neck. He also is smears ashes all over his body, and has three lines of ash on his forehead.
The night he changed me plays back in my mind very clearly whenever it crosses my mind. He made me follow him into a dark forest on a gloomy night when the moon was only a small crest, soon having me sit down on the cold ground next to him. He said we had to wait until it was pitch dark, or the humans would seek us out. I was confused by this, and asked him what he meant by this multiple times, but he would not answer. He said I would learn soon, that I would figure it all out on my own. I believed him for a short time and went along with it unwillingly, until he started to transform me.
