This is a short story I wrote some time ago over the summer. I posted it on BZP, so I might as well post it here. It's based on the song
Forsaken by Dream Theater. A bit scary, according to some peeps on BZP, but meh.
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The full moon shone through the window, the light distorted from the many stains in the glass. Night was reaching its peak, and soon the Dreamer would close his eyes and get taken elsewhere.
The ‘Dreamer’ was Alexander Tarvent. He was just an ordinary boy, age eighteen. But he believed in dreams, a belief that civilization tossed away ages ago. He could find a dream's meaning, use the experience of a dream in the his own life, and much more. Alex thought of himself as a lone Dreamer in a torn world.
The clock struck 11:45 PM. Alex grinned and climbed into his bed. He didn’t bother to change out of his clothes, take off his sneakers, or fix up his bed. His brown hair didn’t need a brushing, since it always looked so perfectly brushed. None of these matters ever stopped him from dreaming.
With everything set, Alex closed his gray eyes.
And opened them.
The Dreamer found himself on the floor. The tiles he lay on were old and faded, as well as cracked in several areas. He looked around himself, still lying down. The walls of the place were made of dusty marble, as were the stairs that led up to a mysterious darkness. Paintings with faded colors and ripped fabric hung from the walls. The curtains of the windows were ripped and hanging at odd angles. Outside, Alex could see nothing at all.
It appeared to be an old, abandoned mansion.
Alex sat up. Fog and mist curled around him and made him shiver. Shadows lurked in multiple areas of the room. The light source in the abandoned building was unknown. Alex brought himself up to his feet.
Across the room from him was a mirror. It seemed to be the most preserved part of the mansion. It had no cracks, no distortions, and it was rather reflective and shiny.
A hideous laughter echoed across the room. It sent a shiver down Alex’s spine. Unfortunately, he wasn’t alone in this place.
Alex’s eyes dashed to the dark shadows surrounding the mirror. He had sensed something was moving around there. Whatever it was, Alex would have to fight it.
“Fearful, Dreamer?”
Alex’s hand formed a fist. More mist was gathering, especially around the mirror. The voice sounded young and female, certainly the last thing one would expect in an old mansion. Worst, the source of the voice somehow knew who he was.
“I sure hope not.”
A figure emerged from the shadows. The mist around her cleared. She was indeed young. Her skin was the palest Alex had ever seen. She wore a black dress, and thin, transparent black netting covered her entire body from the top of her neck to her ankles. On each arm, she wore a red bracelet, and the necklace she was wearing was a strange red charm. Long black hair hid her shoulders. Her eyes stood out most. They were almost completely red, compared to her white lips.
She was smiling.
Alex gritted his teeth. Somehow he knew her, but he wasn’t sure form where. Had he dreamed of her before in his lifetime? “What do you want?!” the Dreamer demanded.
She laughed her devilish laugh. The mist gathered around her, and she evanesced. And then the mist surrounded Alex. He suddenly felt a cold breath on his face. It smelled of wilted flowers.
Although he couldn’t see her, he could feel her lean towards him. She whispered into his ear, softly enough for him to hear her.
“Forsaken.”
Goosebumps formed on the Dreamer’s skin. He usually was never so full of fear and cold in his dreams. Either this dream was just a new experience, or it was something else. He started shaking as she put her hands on his cold shoulders.
“I’ve come for you tonight.”
Alex heard his own bones snap as she pushed him against the mansion wall. Her lips met with his. For that one moment, Alex stopped shaking, and only tensed and winced. This particular kiss wasn’t calming or romantic, like it was in most of the movies he watched while his parents weren’t at home. No, this kiss was stinging and painful.
And then it stopped.
She stepped back to examine Alex. She had somehow changed, in one little way. As he struggled for breath, Alex tried to pinpoint what was different.
Finally, he saw it. A crimson red stain on her lips and face. She was smiling once again. Still shaky, Alex felt his own face and neck. They were strangely wet. When he saw his hands, he realized that he too had the crimson color of blood on him. Now he knew what she was all this time.
She was a vampire.
The mist gathered again before Alex could react. It blocked his sight for one moment. The next thing he knew, he was in front of the mirror.
At first, there was no reflection. The Dreamer rubbed his eyes and looked again. This time, there was a reflection, but it wasn’t his.
It was hers.
“Who are you?!” Alex yelled into the shadows around the mirror. He wanted just the answer to that question. Maybe then he’d figure out why he knew her, and what she meant to him. She only laughed, and the laughter echoed across the mansion, the sound bouncing off the walls and never seeming to stop. The reflection in the mirror leaned forward slightly, and Alex took a wary step back.
“Close your eyes, forsaken,” she hissed. “Hold your breath.”
The Dreamer did as told, having nothing better to do. He was still shaking in fear. Now his arms were hugging his own body, shielding it form the cold. “P-please,” he staggered, taking deep breaths, and clinging to his chest.
She gave a smile, and pushed herself out of the mirror. “Now you are mine,” she said, grabbing onto the eighteen-year-old. Alex, in reaction, opened his mouth and let out a scream. His eyes were still closed and his body was trembling, running low on energy.
She placed two fingers on the Dreamer’s lips and silenced him. “Watch,” she said, gesturing to the mirror. Instead of a reflection, there was an image of Alex’s room, with the boy on his bed. Slowly, mist gathered around the bed. Alex’s dreaming body slowly faded and became the mist. The bed was empty, and the image left the mirror. Alex's eyes were wide open in fear, and he barely blinked.
The vampire gripped Alex tighter, digging her long nails into his skin and clothing. She lifted him off the cold ground and started to carry him up the stairs that led to darkness.
“Forsaken,” she whispered, laughing as she dashed up the marble steps.
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If you need to listen to the song for comparison, go right ahead. C&C appreciated.
