A Poet For The Living Dead PRT.5

I hid behind our large bookshelf, quaking with fear. I knew that if this vampire found me I would be deader than a pig in a butcher’s shop. I heard heavy breathing outside the oak wood door. My knees gave out from under me and I softly fell to the ground. I covered my mouth to stop from screaming also slowing my breathing. I perceived the sound of footsteps walking around the corridor, I was nearly certain it was near the stairway to the third story. Finally I heard the footsteps maliciously strike the steps to the third story.

Slowly I rose from my uncomfortable sitting position and peeked around the oversized bookshelf. Not a soul was appearing into the vision of my eyes. Carefully I took my first step away from my hiding place, mostly I expected the door to burst open and in came the vampire. No, nothing happened, so I completely came out of the hiding spot. Nothing happened, quickly with swift actions I ran to the door once again expecting nothing to happen.

But I was wrong, deadly wrong. An evil laugh filled the room filed with loads of books. I looked around, fearful of what may come. There, in the darkest corner of the room laid the demon that took on a delicate human’s form. A snarl ripped from his muscular chest as he bounded out of the sinister dark corner towards me. I was readying for a hit in the chest but it didn’t really work that way.

The vampire had tripped me and briefly after that he sent an intensely cruel blow to my jaw, forcing me to me fly across the room harshly hitting a bookshelf. The blow had been so hard that after I had hit the bookshelf it plummeted to the ground. I gently placed my hand on my sore jaw. It ached terribly and also I had pain in my right ear, which made me cringe. I had tried to speak but my mouth ached to open.

“Hurts, doesn’t it? Well it won’t anymore!” At the end of his sentence he growled loudly.

Swiftly he firmly punched me in the stomach. I blew up in a coughing fit, blood spilling out of my sore mouth.

Soseki please help me… I pleaded.

He didn’t answer, which frightened me.

Please help me! Soseki, please! I screamed, spilling fright out into my terrified thoughts.

Still there was no answer. Fear took over me I was alone again. Nobody could help me, save me, no one was there to even comfort me. Still, I was coughing up blood everywhere. I clutched my hands to my stomach; it felt like someone had put two hundred bricks on my stomach and left them there.

“Humans are so weak, sometimes it makes me laugh.” Right then the evil demon started laughing and kicked me in the stomach.

“Who are you?” I managed to cough out as more blood splattered everywhere.

“Well, I would say your worst nightmare… But I already used that one. So I’ll tell you my name, I am Yamako Dualge a knight for the council of vampires.” Yamako stated braggingly.

I couldn’t move my mouth to speak another word to him. He was about to sent an unwanted kick to my face, but I blocked it with my arms. The moment his black shoe had reached my arm, it felt like a knife had gone right through my upper limb. When I took a second look, there was a sharp dagger sticking out the front of his shoe. He laughed evilly as he glared down at my motionless body. Frightened, I whimpered in fear quivering without notice. If this is what dying was like, I really didn’t like it.

I didn’t want this I wanted to be somebody… What am I talking about? I am someone; I have everything I ever wanted. And if I want to keep it that way I have to fight for what I want. Get up Valen, Get up! A little voice in my head urged me. I used all the strength I had left in my body to lift myself to a standing position. Though I did not wield any weapon made from copper or silver, I still had my willpower. Unfortunately I did not even wield my confidential weapon, Soseki. I clandestinely hid my fear of being brutally slaughtered by this evilly known influence. Inside though, I felt as though my soul had already been slaughtered.

Yamako came at me with full force, head on. Right then I felt it, it hit me like a falling brick. Right in my gut, I coughed splattering the red liquid from my insides about the book room. The world was fading, ever so slowly like little tiny fuzzes on a television screen. I’m dying; I know it I feel as though I shall commit suicide, which now I shall. My family will be okay, and all my friends shall hopefully see the light. I took the staff meant for the fireplace and placed it to my pale throat. I yelled with bravery I thought I never had,

“This is how I shall die! My secret weapon has gone and my dearest friend Elana is going through hell! No can save me!”

Yamako looked at me with mocking eyes and laughed harshly. Sickly, I still refused to remove the staff from its spot.

As I was forcing myself off the floor I realized something, 1) I was a bloody mess, and 2) I didn’t want to die, not now and most likely not ever. But the ‘not ever’ part wouldn’t exactly come true. Right then I felt a tingling sensation on the back on my head. I slammed my head with my hand and made a run for it out the open French doors. I headed straight for the bathroom hoping that there was some way of escape inside. Yamako was suddenly in front of the passage to the bathroom. Blocking my way with an evil grin upon his pale toned face.

“And where do you think your going?” Yamako delicately placed his thin index finger on his chin.

“Well isn’t it obvious?” I sarcastically said, with a hint of enthusiasm.

“Well, then what do you think your doing?” He said triumphantly knowing I would not get by. Not this is where one of my mom’s sayings comes in, if a guy is really annoying you… Kick ‘im where the sun don’t shine. So since this guy/vampire dude is really annoying me, I think it’s time to show him who is boss of this household.

“What I think I’m doing is… this!” I answered Yamako’s question with a kick to where the sun never shines.

And man, trust me I don’t think that boy will ever see the light of day again. Or no, wait he’s a vampire, I meant, the silver glow of the moon again. With no warning I pushed Yamako down a flight of stairs and locked myself in the small bathroom. As I removed my hand from my head I looked down at it and saw the most horrifying sight. Red, hot, salty blood stained my right hand, apparently it was gushing out the back of my head quite quickly.

You have a power to return memories, use it. In your right hand place it over your closed eyes.

Soseki’s voice rang in my head like a humming bird on a spring day.

There is an ancient book of vampires beneath the floor boards, write it there.

Once again Soseki’s voice drifted away. Right then I started pounding at the floor boards ripping them out until me hands were scared and bloody. Once I had finally reached the book I scribbled in my ashen blood,

Valentina Swan,

Memory return, right hand place over eyes. Vampire going to kill me. Whoever is reading this I’m probably dead right now. But if I’m still alive return the book immediately back to me! My best friend in the whole wide world is Elana Caprease daughter of Giovanni caprease the doctor who did surgery on my mother. This is my story…

I wrote on and on until my hand was shaking and I was nearly out of blood. And after I had finished writing, the door burst open and in came Elana with Giovanni all I heard was wailing voices. I felt my body bounce of something, and realized I had fallen to the floor. The wails of Elana could probably be heard from the town over.

“Elana we have to give her to Yamako.” Giovanni held Elana back as I willingly let Yamako prance right into the bathroom.

My last words to Elana were,

“Sorry, I was…such a bad… Friend, Elana… And Giovanni Caprease… I hope you… Burn in hell…” And with that my world darkened and I had given up any signs of survival.

I'm falling through here,

Through the darkness of this world.

I'm jumping off the ledge,

Off the ledge of the 20 story tall building.

These broken wings have failed me,

Failed me in ways that you have as well.

I'm calling out to anyone,

To anyone please,

Save me from myself.

Save me from this destruction,

That I'm bringing upon myself.

Tell me you need me,

Anyone please just say that.

Say that you need me,

Say that you love me,

Say that life is meaningless without me.

But please say this with truth,

If it isn't then say nothing.

All I see is despair,

And the blood on the floor.

Losing myself in this darkness,

My life I took away from me.

Heaven won't let me in,

And Hell says I'm too pathetic.

Tears fall from my dying body,

Staining the floor with the blood.

Pain was too much for me to take,

Too much to bear alone.

No one gave a damn,

So this is what happened.

A small but visible smile,

Plastered on my cold body.

The life is slowly draining out of me,

Never to return again.

Life was too much to bear alone,

In the darkness I was left.

My last breath escapes my mouth,

As my eyes show no signs of life,

Lifeless on the blood and tear-stained floor.

(LookingfromTheoutsideIn made this poem, I take no credit for it. LookingfromTheoutsideIn is someone’s user on quizilla. Anyway, back to the story)

End of chapter 5