Linger in the darkness,
Watching young mortals roam,
Through the streets they walk.
Waiting to pounce,
At the opportune moment.
Smelling the blood of young mortals,
All but tasting their lust for the world.
Oh, how divine!
Yet I become enthralled with them,
Feeling what I have not in eons,
For I have only slept in silence for so many years,
Fighting with others in my dreams.
Oh, my dreams!
So real they were,
Notions of Camilla,
My lost love.
I cannot take them away from life at this age,
They are so young,
But within their passion,
I see endurance,
I think.
Maybe I have lost my sence of judgment.
I will mark these children as my fledglings-to-be.
Safe guarding their lives for mortal eternity
I follow the girl home,
While keeping tabs on the boy,
Watching her live as she may.
So interesting this child was to me.
I attempt to pull her past from her mind.
I cannot.
I cannot read her any thought,
Instead I look through her family’s to see what to life she’s brought.
Amazing!
She entices me so!
I must work the Dark Trick in good time.
Now to the boy.
I find him at home sitting in bed,
With nothing but some hope and a tear.
I look through his mind,
Which I can view crystal clear.
He is sad at the moment,
Feeling tired and broken,
Missing the young lady’s presence.
He misses her dear and hates to waste life’s precious seconds.
“Where are you from,
Little young one?â€
I accidentally whisper alloud.
Without missing a beat he rose to his feet and said:
“From my mother, you fool.â€
I was astonished.
I had merely uttered a vampiric whisper,
Yet he heard me as clear as a bell.
Not only that,
He had got to his feet and proved himself full of wit,
Unafriad of hell’s yelp.
These two children of mortals,
Children of the West,
Children of the new times at their best,
Knowing the world,
With all it’s devices,
Lacking in faith,
But frighting in likeness,
To so many immortals I have known and losts.
Living proof that history repeats itself.
I am an immortal of epic proportions.
My name is Lynious.
And this is my story.
