Serial Vampire Series

The Taking of Arianna Grayson

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Serial – The Beginning

The Taking of Arianna Grayson

Death isn’t something to be feared, my dearest.  It is the warmest, most welcoming sensation anyone can experience. It’s pure joy, passion and ecstasy rolled into one.  As you travel down that tunnel toward the light at the end, you feel the most amazing sensation of belonging. You are finally where you should be - a place with no pain, no horror.  There’s no suffering or injustice. There’s just a dazzling light that seems to engulf every single atom of your essence.

Enjoy your death, my friend.  Bathe in the light when it comes to you.  Be thankful it can come, for not all of us can go down that path.  I’ve died. I began my trek down that path but the light was robbed from me. Substituted with darkness…terrible darkness that infests you like the worst of cancers.

You see, I was marked by a vampire to become his off-spring – his child of the night.  He brought me death but then breathed in an entirely different, terrifying life. Everything that I was and believed in – all that made Arianna Grayson - died with me when my heart stopped and I began my journey to the place of death. It’s gone now. I know and accept it.

All that is left within is a soulless monster that feeds on humans.  I never wanted this – unlike so many others. I sought to root out the killer and I became what he was.  He raped my soul, robbed me of my decency – my humanity, my ability to die, to love, to have children – real human children.

The monster that I am has become glorified in movies and literature. Thousands of teen age girls would give anything to feel his kiss but they don’t know the truth. The Edwards, Stefans and Vampire Bills of the world don’t really exist. They’re a sexual deviant’s fantasy. Our kind, from what I gathered so far, doesn’t fall in love with humans. We get infatuated, certainly, but not for sex. It’s more about the blood, every single drop of it.

To feel the vampire’s kiss you have to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. When it’s laid upon you, it’s not a simple peck on the neck. There’s nothing sensual about it. It’s a brutal, vicious attack that will leave your body torn to shreds.  Our blood rage consumes us, changes our physical features to better serve our diabolical purposes.

Normally, I’m a thin redhead with a decent figure. My hair is about shoulder length, eyes emerald green and my skin definitely shows the need for a decent tan. I may be “ginger” but my body doesn’t show any freckles or moles. In fact, there isn’t a flaw anywhere, if I can be that conceded. It’s one of the few benefits of the affliction.

When the rage takes me, though, any perceived beauty disappears – I completely transform. My nails morph into long, dagger-like claws. My mouth expands and a set of long, jagged teeth come to the surface. My red hair disappears, receding somewhere into my epidermis as my ears elongate and my true form reveals itself.  My eyes are no longer green but black – like looking into the darkness itself.

If you come across me in this form, it will be the last thing you will ever see. When the rage takes you – there’s no controlling it. There’s no stopping it. All we can do is surrender to the lust, satisfy it and clean up the mess left behind.  It’s all done in the shadows, mind you, to avoid discovery (although some like my maker, Allister, flaunt our power over you).

I don’t want to hurt anyone – I hate that I am responsible for so much pain and death. I have no choice. The affliction will consume your every thought and all that matters is tasting the blood – chewing the internal organs and sucking them dry like a demonic milkshake.

I tried for a while to channel my hunger, to focus it on the murderers I was charged to capture. It worked well for a time but then one of my partners came across me at the wrong time and…well, I’ll get to that.