The crunch of leaves underfoot and the distant sound of an owl cut the silence of the night. Wearily goes further into the dark cemetery, leaving behind rows of graves decorated with carved angels or great master marble crosses. The radiance of the wind waves his black coat and spread in the air, his dark hair as he continues his way stealthily along the gravel path. The distant light of a lamp flashing her slender figure silhouetted in the dark and the silhouette of flowers stolen from a tomb in his hand shaking. He directed his steps through the dark vaults deep into the heart of the cemetery.
left the beaten path and slowly crossed the wet grass. Under one aspect centenary trees had hidden tombs of centuries ago. The weed had one lady dueñay hiding place, entangled among desecrating ancient gravestones and old coffins.
The man was admitted through the brambles and weeds with a fixed target: a tomb under the umbrella of one of the ancient trees. Had achieved strong roots penetrate into the coffin that had been exposed over the years. The white man stretched his hand and got rid of the brambles that adorned the small cross moth-eaten. When freed of all, he cleaned with his tongue the blood flow to the bones had been created by drilling your skin. Next, remove the dust from palm a small metal plate attached to the cross.
With a sigh he dropped two roses on the grave defiled and sat on the wet and soft ground. He looks up to the sky for the moon, a star, but the sky was covered by a thick blanket of clouds.
- Is this what awaits me? "Dark and lonely for all eternity? Vampire's voice was soft and velvety, sensual. Directed gaze to the grave, as if expecting an answer.
then sighed, rubbing his neck with one hand as if it was numb and sore.
- Do you know Elizabeth? Not worth it, you were right. Immortality has no advantages, "he paused. He fixed his eyes misty inaccurate point of darkness. At first you stick to it believing you found the way to cheat death. You get used to escape the sun and evening worship. The party initially believed more becomes hard at the best time of night for the first time you hear the wild corazóny beat of a warm blood starts to crowd into your throat. After you become aware sexual magnetism that you granted this status to women, and begin to exploit it. I must admit, Beth, that life seemed perfect.
He paused and turned to lay his eyes on the remains of the girl. Her eyes drew the figure of torment and guilt and his features were no more to amplify these emotions. He lay on the grass watching the sky began to dye of purple strokes before closing his eyes. Then he spoke again.
"But there comes a time when you change all that by returning to have a heart pumping in your own breast, to feel again the touch of sun on your skin. Over the decades, you realize that all you have is hunger, hunting, and blood lust. That's our whole life, he opened his eyes with parsimony. Purple sky began to mingle with the soft pink. Each new day ago calls us, forcing us to go out and kill, and get drunk with the blood that flows from the neck of a young woman while the cling against us as if our most precious treasure, hiding our faces from the blood-stained thick mane.
stopped and put his hand on the cold casket, stroking it fondly. To his ears began to get the sound of the engines of a city that was beginning to awaken.
-No I hate all this, dear Elizabeth, please, "he pleaded. As the decades pass, you realize you have no control over your actions, the thirst for blood work for you, doubling your will without even realizing it. So it is, over time, when you discover that if you grant all the blood thirsty beast as required reveals a tiny human essence that shows you the life you lead deplorable.
>> With it comes the loneliness and the painful truth that in the background are weak succumbed again and again. You look around and realize that everything you once loved die under the orders of the time, you feel the urgent need to feel the warmth of the sun for all that preserves the memory are not bad copies that unrealistic. But all that ends when you smell the smell of blood hit and run your prey to despair, not hunger, but to quiet the damn voice that only brings suffering.
The clarity was a presence in the cemetery. Not enough to shield the rays passed through the clouds, but enough so that their survival instincts the urge to run away.
"But now it's over, dear Beth. The call of the night is not enough, there is no reason to want to move forward. I'm tired, very tired, his voice let out such a tone reminiscent of times past and distant, a decaying castles and plaintive melodies. I do not want to feel within me a struggle between beast and man to get to own my will, my soul - cleared his throat and his voice was a strange mixture of happiness, fear and pain. All end today. I'm not sure I could go to meet you, I doubt even accept my company. But still I am happy because today I will be free-emphasized the last sentence with something like a triumphant tone.
reached a flower and kissed it before placing it back, whispering "I love you." Then with a swift movement, was incorporated provisions to emerge from the plant frame was delaying his freedom by getting in the way of the sun. He stopped looking at the sky before the last step. She was not the day itself, the sun was still weak and drowsy, but decided that he wanted to wait. He had already waited for too many centuries.
went out to meet his purgatory with arms outstretched and a smile that showed his sharp teeth. At first there were more that little burning, but soon became eager for ruthless flames consume his body. He did not complain of pain, just simply clenching your jaw and let two tears of blood slid down his cheeks before it all ended.
The ashes were soon spread by the wind's hand. As proof of its existence there was only a small circle on the ground scorched the time would soon be erased because the time to be volvíaa him. Or at least what was left of him.
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