Vampiric Extacy

Cold air still lingers in dorm #167. I was only a little boy back then, and yet I remember it as if it was yesterday. There had been a curfew in my grand fathers estates because of a recent and most horrible death. An awkward silence filled the sleeping quarters that we as children remember as being home. Everybody and everyone had become stricken with fear for days on end after the body had been found. There was something really strange about the murder... all of the blood from the battered and bruised body had been drained. It was as if was killed by an animal or something. Me and my friends were more concerned about sneaking out and playing with my gram pa\'s old train. We use to sit out there for hours and hours tell eventually the inevitable came and it ended up catching on fire. It cost him millions in damage repairs and he never saw a penny from any of us. We didn\'t really pay attention to any of it tell one day when we saw it happen before our very eyes. It was so quick that none of use really know what happened but we blinked and there he was... our teacher Mr.Fargus dead laying on the floor. His blood drained, and body left useless.

The wretched screams that stalked our nightmares for years to come were never fully explained. All the kids in the dorm still have horrible vivid hallucinations and dreams about weird satanic rituals of some sort. We awoke sweating, tossing and turning, and most of all with the vivid images still imprinted in our minds. There was one guy however, Dominic, that seemed to sleep all the way through the night and most of the time slept in. I did not know if he just simply did not get affected by the hole matter of occurrences or was part of the reason. See there was always something different about him. When everyone else was playing outside he was inside. Sometimes he would go missing for a hole day without a reasonable explanation. He was always very pale and weak and would complain about getting better blinds for the school windows. Dominic never really talked to anyone but my grandfather. I remember faintly hearing them one night talking about horror stories and discussions about childish monsters like the boogieman.

Dominic was the only person of our hole estates I did not meet tell I was in the 7th grade. I remember the day so vividly.. I still sometimes dream about it. It was the first day of school. Summer had come and past and it was September again. Me and my best friend, Darius, were sitting with my ex girlfriend Ciara and Dominic walked up to us with what seemed to be no reason. He walked up as kissed Ciara on the lips. Ciara jumped up with sudden intention to leave. I, with more of a cruel intention, punched Dominic so hard in the teeth he flew back what must have been at least five feet. Dominic then quickly got on all fours, as if he had been a cat in his past life, and quickly made haste to the other side of the massive field. My grandfather was up on the podium getting ready to give the years beginning speech when Dominic almost gave him a heart attack from scaring him half way to death. There he was, hiding behind my grandfather... bleeding. I could not say nor do anything to change the occurrence of events that happened that day. My gram pa wouldn\'t even talk to me tell the next morning. He became very frustrated with me, to the point were he wouldn\'t even talk to me anymore. He threatened to ship me off to boarding school at some other rich guys place if I ever laid a hand on Dominic again. He was not to concerned with anyone else, however. My girlfriend soon after stopped talking to me. I did not understand what went wrong... had I done something wrong? I asked everyone but they did not seem to care. The only person that was really there for me was Darius.

Years past... lovers had come and gone. We were freshmen now, things were different. We controlled who and what happened in the school. We were the ones with power, but it still didn\'t feel right. I often dreampt of Ciara just before the horrible nightmares struck my vivid imagination. I dream-pt of still being with her, still feeling her touch. I was not over her. I needed her, I wanted her. But she was with Dominic. To this day I still believe I should of been the one for her at the time... that I would of lead through the right path and her the same for me. But no, in life we can\'t always get what we want. For the hole time we went to school with each other.. the hole time we sat in class next to each other.. we never talked once. It was as if something was holding us back. I tried.. but the words just wouldn\'t roll off my tongue or Darius would distract me with some stupid yet surprising like funny prank. She would whisper to Dominic. She would whisper all day long.. pass notes... she would cry and he would hold her. They were lovers. It was obvious I had to move on but it killed me inside. I wanted to be so Dominic so bad that for a while a lost touch with who I really am. If my gram pa had not put me on medication I probably would have committed suicide.

One dark and lonely night, my nightmares got so bad that I could not sleep. I had been pacing up and down my dorm room for hours tell out of no where I heard a knock as my window went flying open. Lightning flashed and a second knock echoed throughout the near empty room. I was frightened, yet well content. I walked up to the glass, and with a cautious decision leaped over to my dresser and grabbed my mirror. I looked to see if there was anyone or anything outside... but as I assumed.. there was nothing. I shut the window and out of no were a image of Ciara cutting Dominic\'s wrist flashed before my eyes. Was this a dream? I asked myself. I did not know whether my eyes had lied to me or I had just seen the unthinkable. I tried to forget about it, but it was no use. My nightmares kept progressing and getting worse, tell one day I had enough. I could not tell my Grandfather because I did not think he would believe me and would certainly not get me sleeping pills so I consulted my fathers physician. It was with no prevail. He contacted my father who then spoke to my Grandfather about the hole event. They did not know what to say. All they did was up my dosage of \"anti-depressants\".

My thoughts would soon sink to insanity. I was barely eating and had not slept in weeks. I would day dream in class about owning my house and living a normal life. But at night, at night it was a lot different. At night it was as if my soul was completely consumed by another being. It was as if I was not myself. As if there was a demon in me. Every night before bed, I prayed. I prayed for forgiveness, I prayed that my blessings will go without notice. I prayed that everything would turn out alright. But my praise of the Lord had done me no good. I had driven myself into a complete insomniac maniac. I had been crazy so long that my dream had became a reality. I had become the demon that feeds off of my own pure intentions. And I longed for revenge... revenge for Dominic taking my girl. Revenge for Ciara not giving a fuck. I was not crazy, it was the world that was crazy. I thought I knew everything, I thought I myself was god. And I needed to find Dominic.

I had an undying want for blood. I would eat anything, as long as it was alive before I riped its head off with fangs that seemed to be growing larger after every creature I had killed. Hair grew in places I had never seen before. And I began to howl at the moon unwillingly on strange occurrences, as if I was being forced. As blood trickled off my lips I was already stalking my next prey. I never did hunt humans at the time, just rodents and stuff like deer. I did not want to kill, but I needed to. The demon inside me demanded death to those who oppose, and I wasn\'t about to try and fight that back knowing the fear it had already made me tremble o so many lonely nights.

The year must of been 1106. It was June fifth, making the next day 06/6/6, and I was growing rather tired of my life. I was twenty five years old and no clue were or how my life was going to end up. I had no leads on Dominic.. and my insanity soon grew to complete nonsense. I remember this night, there had been an eclipse and town folks were calling it the bleeding moon. I was running through my Gram pas acreage like a ravenous dog without a master. I did not care about anything any longer. All I wanted was to kill.. my real intentions disregarded at the thirst for blood. I ended up making my way into the little village beside the forest that I had now known my home, or at least resting place. There I was. In the middle of town square howling at the moon for everyone to hear. I did not care. I just simply wanted to distract the humans so I could eat there livestock and pets. I had grown accustom to howling by the time and I must say it was rather extraordinary to say the least. I stopped. All was silence. Then suddenly out of no where a storm had struck. Everyone was rushing outside to put there animals inside. One man with big red eyes deeper than that of the moon walked straight toward me. He captivated me with lurking suspicion. I did not understand it at the time, but he had complete control over my heart. He drew me closer with a persuasive glance over at a chicken coupe. The masked human said, \"Is that what you want? Is blood what your body aches for? Then will give you all you ever need to feed upon under one condition.\" \"Whats that?\" I moaned. He replied, \"Your trust. You put your heart into my hands and I will lead you from your madness, trust me for I know your pain.\" \"Well... but.. umm..\", I said with sudden temptation. \"Well what would you say if I wanted your heart in return of mine?\" I barely spat out, still trembling from the storm. \"What are you? A fool? I would say thats complete nonsense and the kind of madness we need to lead you from. This is not some sort of game this is life,\" the cloaked figure fearlessly bellowed out. \"Here just take a sip of this. It will make your pain go away for the night\", he whispered. With a show of fangs and a reluctant swallow, the potion was soon after consumed.

Next morning came sooner than thought. I had awoken feeling weak and immobilized as well as having no clue what so ever of my where abouts. With the use of my last ounce of strength I yelled with no reply. I was alone, in a dark hallow cave. I managed to raise myself to my feet. Still feeling weak, I made my way over to what seemed to be some sort of light. A flicked the switch, but there was nothing. Moments later I heard a door open.. as if powered by the switch. Light peered out from under it, filling the dark hallow room. I realized this was no ordinary room soon after. It was a dungeon... and not just a normal dungeon. A satanic dungeon. There was no shackles, chains, or cells. There was a library, candles, and paintings. Although this worried me, I did not pay attention. I walked into the room full of light with no idea of what it hard in store for me. I howled again, yet no reply. This room seemed to be holy. As if it was guarded by the presence of God itself. I scrambled around looking for what may be the next room. I walked up to what seemed to be at the time a throne. The was a large lever hidden behind it so I pulled it without caution. A small entrance appeared from a crack in the wall. I crouched down and entered it, squeezing my hairy body to the max to try and fit through.