The ancient and tragic journey of the vampire Vittoria de Luca Bonenfant as she so vividly recalls. The struggles of an immortality she deems to be forsaken by God. A Christian who is loath to see her faith wain. A vampire with the profound inabilit...
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I never understood how one could see through eyes so bright, through the remarkable sheen that reflected such as glass. Two glowing orbs brilliant with impossible color that seemingly looked on to unravel every hidden secret upon this plane.
It was with these eyes that Phedré looked at me; eyes that where blue in color so especially. A wintery flame that blazed with an expression of boundless wisdom as they looked infinitely through me.
And there were times that I thought I might parish in this limpid and pellucid light. That if he looked unto me, my pitiful weakness should be revealed suddenly by the mere piercings of his eyes.
But the radiance of his eyes was the radiance of all vampire eyes, because it would be with these same foreign eyes that I saw the world truly for the first time.
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Phedré explained to me a great many things this night. He spoke to me on how I would yearn, almost painfully, for all things around, and how I would only bear part with them to seek rest within my tomb.
When I laid eyes upon the frightful thing, he told me that I should not vex at the sight of it. That I would be merely fashioned as though sweetly sleeping and find it easily, that I would be very much dead to the waking world.
And I prayed.
He lead me, throwing smiling, knowing glances and gesturing to every remarkable truth, the sights too bold and excellent, the smells too controlling.
The air was crisp. I felt the dead of winter's cold breath upon me, but I wouldn't know it to be standing in the midst of it. I felt the coldness, understand. Though, it did not reach me beneath the flesh when otherwise I would be shivering violently to be there in my cloak alone.
And though my hair was caught up in the give and take of breath, there was the absence of that little cloud upon my breath, so that I had some horrific panic within me.
