My story begins in a little suburban town, outside of Glenn Cove. It was a nice little town where everyone was friendly. Of course no one would suspect the horror that was hidden under the streets, the horror that only surfaced at night. But before I tell you that part of the story I shall start from the beginning of this dreaded tale.
I was a little girl when the chaos started, at the tender age of 9, the age when you’re not supposed to know the truth about life yet. But I learned way to early.
The death of my mother was a big change in my life, I mourned her death for years until I was 14. By that time I was past anyone’s help, and no doctors or pills could rid me of my disease. I had slipped into a stage of deep depression, when came to realize the wondrous, morbid world of gothism.
That was when I met Damien, whose name I thought was ironic because then he seemed like an angel to me, and he was my angel of darkness.
One day on our one year anniversary he told me "I want you to join my clan". I had no idea what he meant, was this some odd pun to say he wanted to have sex? This was not the case with Damien though.
One night I snuck out of my house and met him where he told me to, at the entrance to the town sewers. "Where are we going?" I asked quite scared for the hour had struck midnight and the moon shined eerily as it made ghost like shadows around us. "Some refer to it as paradise, some call it hell, but I rather enjoy just calling it home. I hope you will share it with me one day too and you can be my Queen of Darkness!"
We walked though the dark passage ways that reminded me of catacombs, that feed on decaying bodies and lost souls. Then we reached my new home. It was a dark, very gothic looking chamber filled with people all laden in black attire.
Damien took me into one of the back rooms and got me a drink, it was a blood red color that tasted salty and sickly sweet all at the same time.
He told me about his past and how he started this shelter for homeless vampires. "Vampires?" I asked questionably but I could see from the truth in his eyes he was not kidding.
"Yes my love, I to am a creature of the night, the undead, and a Prince of Darkness" he smiled at me as he spoke and only then did I see that his teeth were abnormally larger than most, they were actually fang-like. I stared at him in disbelief until he spoke again, "You see my love, I have been waiting for centuries to find the perfect girl to turn into my Queen, and now I have found you, and my search is complete. My dearest, I want you spend the rest of eternity with me, will you?"
He was so sweet and sincere I could only reply yes, maybe I was hypnotized by his eyes which were a brilliant shade of gray, but in my heart I knew this is what I wanted. "Ok" I said "Are you sure?" he replied, probably as surprised as I was that I had said yes, "Yes I’m positive".
He kissed me then slowly and gently put his mouth on my neck and with the slightest pressure bit it, and suddenly I could feel all my energy and blood rushing out of me. He kept on until I thought he would kill me, but for some strange reason I trusted him, even with my life.
He then stopped, and I felt as if I might faint, then he drew his own blood and fed it to me. The feeling was miraculous, and like nothing that had ever happened to me before, except when he gave me that deadly red drink of passion. I felt stronger more lively than I ever had before, I could even feel his heart beat racing through his veins then into mine.
Then he spoke ever so softly to me, so soft I could hardly hear it over his drumming heart beat, "That’s enough my dear, you don’t want to kill me, now do you?" he said with a slight laugh and a look of compassion on his face," But I know your need is strong and I will get you a kill by tonight."
This is my story how I became the Queen of the Undead.
