My Awakening

By
cheryl
– May 6, 2009

awakening

Darkness.

I taste dirt. There is dirt in my mouth and dirt in my nose.

Oh my God I can’t breathe.I realise I don’t have to.

I’m in the ground – oh Lord I’m buried. I can feel the weight of the earth on my body. How can I be alive if I’m not breathing? What is happening? I have to get out! I start to scratch and claw at the dirt that envelops me. Finally my fingers break through and I can hear my heart rapidly beating in fear. But I realise it’s not my heart. There is no familiar pounding in my chest yet the heartbeat sounds so loud and so fast. So fearful.

I scramble dazed and confused out of the hole I was buried in. That’s when I see him.

He is sitting on a rock watching me with a look of faint amusement and holding a struggling young girl by her hair as I tear my way out of the dirt and propel myself to the surface. She screams when she sees me. Who are they? Who am I? I struggle to remember.

My last hours flash in front of me. He is the man who walked into the bar last night…was it last night? He was different than the other men. He had an air of superiority and was so damned sexy…yet strange. I left with him. I left with a strange man? Why would I do that?

I remember looking into those eyes. Cold steel grey eyes. He pushed me up against the wall with a hard, cold, muscled body. I felt the warmth spread from between my legs and up through my belly. I wanted him. He wanted me; I could see that in those eyes. He kissed me so hard my lip hit my teeth and bled. He moaned. He pulled his head back and then I saw – oh my God were they fangs? Then he savagely pulled my head to one side by my hair and bit into my neck. I fought. I kicked. I screamed. All of a sudden it felt so good. Nothing had ever felt this good. When I slumped forward, feeling the last of my life draining from me and seeing little dancing lights behind my eyes, I had something thrust against my mouth. I tasted copper. Warm copper. I realized it was blood. I was repulsed but I had never wanted anything more. I drank until I fainted.

Then darkness.

And dirt.

And now.

The heartbeat was louder now, drowning out all sound. When I stopped panicking and thrashing about he looked at me and smiled. “Hungry?” he asked.

Suddenly I had never felt so ravenous.

“Yes” I croaked, my mouth still dry from the dirt caked around it.

He tossed the screaming girl at my feet and suddenly the heartbeat was so loud there was nothing else in the universe but the roar of that sound. I leapt at her and tore at her throat.

And then I drank.

© Cheryl Jenkins 2009

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