A short story

The blue rose

There was a time, when I would do anything, just to get high. To forget about everything and everyone for an hour or two. Just fly away and feel happy and maybe for once see what true happiness looks and feels like. I wished for it almost every day. Ever since I turned 13 and men started to notice me, and mostly my father. I was a beautifull child, and all the men used to say that. When they used me, when they took me into their arms and held me tight, to tight for me to breathe. When I was 16 I ran away from home, I walked all night, trying to get as far away as I could. When morning came I was so tired I fell asleep at a busstop, and forgot all about walking. I must have slept pretty deeply, cause I couldnt feel the arms lifting me up and taking me away.

When I woke, some time late in the afternoon, I could not believe what I saw. I was in a huge four poster bed with dark blue satin sheets and the softest pillows I had ever felt. Through a mahogany door I could hear sweet and soothing music, music that made me feel like I could fly. I slowly walked out the door and to the next room, where the music was flowing out of an old gramophone. Such music, I had never felt so alive. I started to hum with the rythm of the music, and soon I was dancing around the room in flowing motions.
"Awake, are you?" The voice made me crumble, it was so cold, and yet, so inviting. I dared not turn and face the voice, I simply stood and nodded. "No need to be afraid my child, for I am not such a man who would hurt an innocent little rose." The voice beconed me, and finaly I turned.

The man standing in front of me could not be much older then 25, and yet his eyes looked older, and his voice sounded hundreds of years old. He had long flowing red hair and emerald green eyes, so beautifull it almost hurt. He held his arm out and slowly I would take it, and follow him into another room. A room that smelled like lilly's and moonflowers, and had a table all set with all the food I could ever imagen. "Eat now, and get stronger. Then I will take you home." He pulled out a chair. "Sir, I have no home to go to, will you please let me stay with you?" I could feel the tears running down my face as I looked him in the eye. Such an expression came over him as that of pure pain, and he had to look away. "Please eat" He said between his teeth and left the room.

I walked around the house for hours, waiting for him to come back. I would listen to the music again and again and dance slowly around the room. When finaly the moon was shining through the window I could hear footsteps, soft and yet firm. Like that of a cat on a hunt, trying not to allert the mouse to it's presence. I would sit on the floor looking up at him as he entered the room, and when he saw me, there was a hint of a smile on his lips. Thoose lovely red lips. "You may stay here, but I have some rules you need to follow. 1: Never come out of your room after midnight. 2: Never, and this is important, never go to the attic. Is that clear? " His eyes where shining with emotion I could not read.

Now, 5 years later, I still live here. With my master, my beloved, my prince. Shortly after I moved in, I broke one of the rules. I went to the attic like he had forbidden me, and I saw what he was. He was no man, neither was he a beast. A vampire, a nosferatu, creature of the night.
I begged him, that very night, to make me his bride. To take me into the darkness he so long had endured in loneliness. He cried when I asked this of him, he could not stop crying. For ever since that day by the busstop, he had secretly wanted me. Yearned for me, to be with him. Forever together, forever alone.

Short story by Nyorioko
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Written on 2009-05-11 at 02:42

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SecretWords The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank you for this poem. It really hit a soft spot with me.
Hugs, S.W.