Learning To Let Nature Do Its Job

The tingling sensation within my departed soul enigmatically ceased. With it so did he. His silent screams of sheer pain ripped through my feeble heart, devouring it mercilessly. Echoes endlessly vibrated across the harsh backdrop, which stood stoic as a witness to nature’s endless cycle. Gusts of wind began to become more forceful, harsher and powerful, as if the heavens were also making their regrets felt. Death. It was the end some patiently waited for, whilst others constantly tried to avoid it. But both felt unceremoniously scared, when the end was near. So he too would have felt no different. In the midst of his youth, death had enraptured his body. Slowly it coursed through his temple conquering each part, to make its presence felt. Poison

Laying still as if he was comatose, his pure white hair spiralled across the white bed in which he was now accustomed to. It seemed he belonged here, but the reality of his life was a far cry from it. This was the boy who topped the college rankings every year, was the life and soul of every party, was mommy’s perfect little angel. A boy who’d always think about others before himself. Selfless. This trait made death hungrily propel his expiration date from the world. Him being a Vampire didn’t help much either.

A Vampire. Known to weave throughout history without being so much as felt. Known to enrapture pure souls and suck the holy life out of them. Known to be monsters, who will even kill their own to survive. But are they truly devoid of any emotion? But are they truly monsters for following their instinct, but carrying it out in an animalistic way? But are they truly worthless for their deaths to just be felt as a passing wind? No.
To Be Continued...