A Life Of Darkness

Persephone never mourned for our parents. She was too busy, trying to support for me and placing a roof over our heads. She was still too young and had no training for a decent job, instead, she would sell her body-she was a whore. Never once did I thank her for supporting me-I was always busy counting the bottles of wine I had drank. One night, a night I remember well, I came home drunk as usual. I called for Persephone, but she was not there. I fell on my bed running my hands up and down the soft, warm white blankets closing my eyes.

I sighed.

Suddenly, I felt a piercing pain strike my neck and I began to bleed. I felt the flow of my blood leaving me, my heart pound faster and faster, and then slower and slower. I was dying. I struggled to see what was happening to me but I was pinned to my bed. I began to scream from the top of my lungs but that didn’t seem to help.

The piercing feeling in my neck softened and I was no longer pinned to my bed. I turned around feeling my neck and circling my fingertips around, to what seemed like, teeth marks that were engraved in me. My eyesight had become blurry and I felt weak and could hardly move. I saw the man who did this to me.

It was Silvio. Blood course down his lower lip and he licked it away with his tongue tasting its bitterness caused by my excessive alcohol drinking. He lowered himself to me until I could smell the blood coming from his mouth and his skin, which was as white as ice. He smelled like death and he flowed his hand through my hair as if I were a child.

"Hush my child," he hissed, "Your life of misery ends tonight for your new life awaits you…"

My eyes closed and I slumbered, or I should say, I breathe my last. I didn’t know what Silvio was talking about then, but he knew who I was and followed me when my parents had been killed. In his dreaded eyes, I was already dead. When I awoke in the middle of the next night Silvio was there again and he explained to me that I had become what he was, a vampire.

It wasn’t long before that night that my sister had become a vampire as well. She was my first victim as I experienced the unbearable hunger and thirst for mortal blood and Silvio made her into a vampire just like he did to me. I took Persephone’s life and Silvio gave her another one-one, which would never end.

For over two hundred years Silvio, Persephone, and I roamed the world. We went to Paris and tried some French cuisine. We went to Spain and learned of Silvio’s origin. We went to many places-never knowing what mortal life was like only stealing others.

"And now you regret the life I gave you." Silvio said interrupting my story and sounding very fed up with my doubts, "Think about it Antonio! You will never die, never feel pain, and never," he grinned, "get drunk."

"I don’t get drunk!" I yelled angrily, my nose flared, "You stripped me of my will to taste wine! You stripped me of my very life!"

"I took nothing from you." He stated, "Don’t forget, you wanted death, I just brought it to you."

"And doomed me with another!"

"You think mortal life is better?" Silvio said jumping up off his chair, "You want to grow old? You want to feel pain? You want to see death linger over you?"

"I want to love. I want to be loved." I replied, "I don’t want to live in darkness hiding from people on the streets as I wait to strike them down."

Silvio had enough of my outburst and whining. I watched him as he swiftly left the room leaving me to sulk in my regret.

"Mortal life…" I moan to myself. How I wish it, how I miss it. Such a fool I have become. I shun open the curtains and watched as Persephone sucked the blood of another mortal, this one being a beautiful young women with tanned skin.

"Sweet dreams, mortal." I said aloud…