Shadow Spectrum

Shadow Spectrum

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I bet you've felt it before. That feeling when you're walking in the dark and someone, or something is watching you. Be it have fangs and blood red eyes. Or maybe it's something else. Have you ever been driving in a remote area to realize time is missing? You know what I'm talking about. The nightmares never end do they? It feels like something trapped in your brain is screaming to come out. Our world is not what it seems. You've glimpsed into another world, one in the shadows. You can deny it all you want, but in the end it keeps coming back to you. Reminding you that you've stepped into the shadows. That's where we come in, the Shadow Spectrum. Oh, you want to know what Shadow Spectrum is? Well, in order to explain what the Shadow Spectrum is, I would have to tell the story from a specific time. A time when the three of us came together, when our paths finally crossed. It is during this time that would make the most sense of it all.
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Let me tell you what it was to be made vampire. It wasn't birth. Birth implies pushing, tearing forth into the light, screaming. Becoming immortal was to be pulled, to be tugged irrevocably into darkness, and it was silent. I should have fought, any person should fight, but my mind had been filled with a hazy calm which forbade any battle. Struggling had been the last thing on my mind, even when my bus arrived and my assailant waved it on, dismissing my last hope of escape. Yet my lack of rebellion was far from the most unsettling part of the stranger's control over me. The truth was that the man could've asked anything of me and I would've complied, but he didn't need to vocalise his request. I knew instinctively what he wanted. I sighed and surrendered myself as he held me against his front in a lover's embrace, tipping my head and willingly giving him access to my throat. "One day you'll understand," he whispered, his tone subdued. I've often wondered since if he was really talking to me. Perhaps he'd been talking to himself, persuading himself that one day I'd know and accept his reasons for what he'd planned for me. I wouldn't. I couldn't. Because when my fangs came in, my world altered irrevocably. It became somewhere dark, somewhere filled with murder and blood, where magic was sinister and where even my closest ally seemed more like an enemy... Even if he did make my heart skip a beat. VAMPIRE/PARANORMAL/URBAN FANTASY

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