The immortality of Velvet

Behind the club

She jerked as her thoughts came rearward to the present, sighing... she leaned against an alley wall. Always when she doesn't desire to remember does the retentiveness of that fateful sentence show up, the pessimal night of her lifespan from which she has been left this consuming thirst for blood. She arose uncoiled as she crossed the road, eyes reflecting flashing nightclub lights .

She had attempted to convince herself not to go but it was overly much, she required to feed and she felt herself drawn to the bustle and energy of the place adjacent to her own flat. But as she got halfway through the road she felt a tugging at the rear of her mind directing her to go around the club, and she did bypass the course of citizenry waiting for entry. It was presently where she found the staggering man, handsome, well-built and entirely annihilated.

He had yet to notice her as she advanced on him, only realizing the starving gaze he's in when he turned to witness her. Her fangs exposed, ready to bite him merely to cover her mouth, eyes panoptic in shock. She allowed out a sob. ''Oh God was I going to murder him?'. She fell to the ground her legs turning to jelly, but her hunger ever present. She spared a glance as he tumbled over himself to escape from the alley in which they both resided, muttering to himself about, 'crazy goth chicks on meth, fuck that call girl.'

This despair is a heady blackness; the ways forward she had thought possible have vanished to black, not blocked, but like they were never there at all. The notion of hope has become meaningless, if her mind should linger on such ideas they start to feel like cruel tricks, as cruel as any desert mirage. The bonds she has, the ones that keep her heart from beating, feel so cold and are a terrible weight.

She looked up at the sky above her with emptying eyes, the eyes of a woman who has found herself in the bottom of a pit. No way out save the one route she couldn’t imagine possible, but at times even that seemed inviting.

‘’I don’t know who I am anymore; hell I don’t know what I am. Whatever I have become I feel forsaken by my god as I fall steadily into this hunger induced madness!’’ She ranted aloud to the non-existent figure before her, ‘’But I need to stand.’’ She made her way up from the ground using her own knees as support for her hands, fumbling a little as her coordination took a turn for the worse. However she managed and stood at her full height, acknowledging her phone's trill to say it was time for her meeting, the immortal who might just be able to help her.

She made her way somewhat slowly, narrowly missing people as she walked along, finally coming to the colonial. She took stock of the building and the camera at the gate, buzzing at the door and looking up at the camera so her face could be seen, her worsening state obvious on it.