The Chronicles of Soullessness [1/29/2009]

I stand outside a bar with quiet verisimilitude. I’m probably the only one around with such thoughts on my mind and absolutely drenched in true reality. She waits outside making desperate phone calls to some special someone who has broken her heart. She is Puerto Rican and a Latin goddess at that.
The night air breezes by and I light up a cigarette waiting for the human response that is desperation to make one of them crack. The thick air and smoke clog my lungs but I take it all in with silent breath and exhale with the force of a god.
I am Menelaus waiting outside the gates of Troy for my Helen, meanwhile ready to fight the entire Trojan army alone if she will not come out. The street lamp above me goes out and I am now sitting there in darkness with a half-grin on my face. The light coming at me gives me dark half-circles under my eyes and all of a sudden, as if by magic, she sees me and becomes entranced. My gaze stairs straight into her eyes and it is not accompanied by emotion. It is selfless and true yet dark and foreboding.
She walks towards me without thought of the road she walks on.
I am her poison and she is my addiction.
I toss my cigarette away and stare into her eyes. I can see her pathetic passion arising as if she was about to hand me her heart through her chest and yet I do nothing but stare at her quizzically and lose my smile. I am not after her passion. When I was alive, I was corrupted by it but now I only seek for redemption of my addiction.
I wink with an evil smile and walk towards my car. She follows like I was an evil mother hen.
The ride back nothing is said by me. She talks at me and tells me the story of some lost romance and keeps on asking me who I am and why I'm not talking. She asks me what's on my mind and I stop and think to myself, "your soul"
We return to the house. The door is open and no one is home. They must have gone out for a minute but I notice there's no car so they must have gone further then I thought.


My hunger wells up in me as I remember home. The endless nightmare of life a thousand years and seeing those who I care about corrupted by the poisonous blood that runs through these veins. Visions of ships, in now New York harbor, docked and exporting hundreds a day to an alleyway where the stench is so strong not even a gas mask could protect you.
I can remember a small town in Ireland where a foreigner one day came to stay. Her beauty was poles apart from that of any local girl. I was enchanted by her essence and allure and before I knew it, She was in my room on top of the in.
She showed me her shoulder slipping out of the dress she was wearing and at the speed of light, she was hitting me with her body and kissing me with such force that reality its self disappeared. It was as if I was in another dimension and even my surroundings changed as she sunk her teeth into my neck. I felt the gentle tug and sharp pain of two syringes deep within my jugular vein. My head went weak and the poison of her saliva entered my neck.
Like a mosquito, she could have kept on drinking till she exploded but suddenly she pulled her teeth off my neck and I fell off of her; watching my illusionary existence melt away like an oil painting with turpentine thrown on it. It was beautiful and morbid and I felt my heart stopping. Love ending, passion dying, fear passing and consciousness its self evanescing. She drew a knife from her bag and I begged her to murder me but she slit her wrist and told me to drink.
I bit her with a hunger I had never felt before. Even if I had not eaten for weeks as my family had, I could not have feasted like I did now.


The door swung open to my house and I stepped inside. No one was home as I had expected and I pulled her close to me. The scent of her hair drove me wild. My teeth began to grow like that of a snake from its gums and I bit down with all my force. She had no desire to scream and pulled me closer. The fire in my soul burned again and I felt fulfilled. I drained her not only of her blood but also of her soul. The fire, the flames, the high. That feeling of the painting melting all over again. Images flashing of a girl sitting alone with her mascara running down her cheek and the wonderful warmth of her soul in my mouth.

The vampyr from the bar smiled and stroked the back of my head as I died. She looked out the window and smiled and said, "the sun is setting my child. Watch."
I watched the sun set for the last time and closed my eyes and felt nothing. We made love for the rest of the night and there were no regrets.
At four AM, we drained the bar and left it with corpses all around.
At one point I had been shot with a musket and yet, the bullet and the wound healed instantly.
As the sun came up, we rode off in a black carriage toward a castle in the West of Ireland. There we made our home before moving from place to place with the hunger of the Vampyr increasing. We had our fill till we moved to America.
It was 1959 and she had crashed into a fight between rival gangs in the Hell's Kitchen area of Manhattan, New York City. She was murdered and I dragged her out of the area before the police showed and found two others murdered.
My first, my hostess, my eternal was dead. The steak in the midst of the gang war was uncommon so I resolved to look for her murderer.


It had been 48 years and I had found this girl who had not aged. I would have to drain her worse than I had any other victim. She reached for her coat as I feared my life and threw her to a corner. Her face had changed. She was Dumpeil; I could taste it in her blood. A half breed who killed its own kind. My emotions still ranked none but I prepared to kill for my hostess.
She held a stake in her foreign hand and prepared to finish me off.
"I have waited for you murderer," she says. "My blood runs cold and hot, and I can see your soul as well as the ones you have taken from me and my country." "My family moved to New York to find you and your whore and it's a shame I couldn't have finished you both off in '59."
I said nothing but smiled at how quickly her mood changed. She was an impeccable liar. "You are weak young one. It is not wise to fight the elder."
"My mother murdered my father because of you. Do you remember her? 1868. The confusion and revolts must have made things easy for you. death was all around at that time and you raped and drained an innocent woman," she said.
"Your bleeding and you strength is low, I would not recommend fighting me now child," I said.
"I will die before you leave this house," she said.
I threw her with the force of Zeus at a wall that broke open and she stood. Once again I was on her with her stake across the room. I drained her till my eyes closed and something strange started to happen.
"You can't take Vampyr blood can you? It is that of your own kind and kills you like an overdose of drugs. You are dying you vapid creature," she said.
"I will not be killed by a pathetic half breed," I said.
"The night is not over yet subhuman, I have not had my fill of you, just yet," She said.
Her fangs sank into my neck and I shrieked as I was raped by this creature who I was about to murder.
We watched the moon outside and drained the tenement at 4:00 AM. From here, there was only destiny.