Untitled #1 (mini workshop)

(note: I'm not particulary fond of this story so don't feel overly compelled to read it.)


With trepidation, I rise. The candlelight shows my palms a pale grizzled mass of scar tissue and great blue veins. My family crest rests precariously upon my finger bone as the meat that used to hold the ring in place has slowly withered from my frame. In the faint glow I can make out my hole; it is underground but much more of a room than hole. I found it when a light lead me down a tunnel and I had to jump out of the way of a great fire-breathing dragon into a river that flowed into this room. This room… Anyway, there’s not much to say about it anyway. I know there isn’t much of interest down here and that my life looks rather drab and dreary. But I have never been a terribly eccentric person so I’ve found my needs to be humble.
I remember the first time I tried it. There’s nothing like the incredible rush of the first time. When you taste it on your lips, you know you’ve tasted heaven. The habit is something that just sneaks up on you. I am a vampire.
After night falls, I climb towards heaven and rise unseen into the fresh air that tastes like I place whose name I’ve long forgotten. A dry summer heat envelopes me but does not warm my cold blood. It feels as if I am freezing but that must be from my veins. My shivering only momentarily prevents me from remembering where I am headed –Brookland, by the metro. It’s there I see what I’m looking for. A lonely man, standing on a corner with a shoulder leaning against the “No Parking” sign in an oversized coat. I come up behind him out of the shadows and he never sees a thing.
When I get back to my hole, I’ve already had my first meal and am feeling like the lizard king. I don’t know what that means but I’ve always respected Jim Morrison. I curl up in the pile of something on the floor and try to regain my strength. My presence is a constant illusion. Now I am a god among men, exerting my will upon any I wish, no longer a nothing of a forgotten past. I soar through the heavens on the wings of a beautiful angel. I am all things to all people. And when I feel myself dropping back down into the sewer, I roll over, spark the horn, and start again.