Wednesday, February 21, 2007
The Passions of Bryn: Requiem I*
(A series of vignettes about Bryn, a vampire tortured by the irresistible pleasure of feeding on the men she loves.)
After days of blanketing grey, Bryn walked the black night.
Gentle snow whirled between buildings still scattered with lit offices. She imagined them up there, saw them, isolated and alone. She sneered at the way they scurried, too crazed to feel their life squeezed.
Such a childish thing to call them, to take them, but it was meaningless death, and by polluting herself with it, she would itch with their decay.
The stillness sharpened the world, cystallized it, but she hated the precision. She yearned to close her eyes. She yearned to sway in the steamy air, when the darkness undulated with its own form.
Around a corner, the north wind roared through her strawberry hair.
From all directions, couples dressed in black and sparkles converged in the flicker of gaslights. She joined the little crowd, then slipped through the theater doors. For such a beautiful woman, she brushed through the salon to the velvet stairs unnoticed. The usher who took her ticket seemed to stare around her.
"Orchestra level," he said. "To your right. Row GG is halfway to the stage."
She exhaled slowly, just for a spark of fun.
He blinked as if something quite extraordinary materialized in front of his face.
"Thank you," she said, her voice low, weaving through his wavy, black hair.
Lips moving, he swallowed.
But she spun away.
Down into the gloom, she drifted among the murmurs and sat. The orchestra tuned and leaped through its arpeggios.
She did not look around. Not yet.
She would wait for Mozart, her beautiful Mozart, then offer herself.
She would open her eyes, lusting, and dare to hope.
Go to The Passions of Bryn: Requiem 2.
*You may remember my short piece "Winter Wind," from a week or so ago. Something about the way that story evolved resonated with me. Also, I haven't come across many stories which explore the eroticism of vampires in quite the way I envision it. Putting these two ideas together, I've decided to explore this character further. I won't be putting the pressure on myself of doing a true series, but I will be revisiting Bryn now and again. As usual, I have no concrete idea where I will take it, but I do like living on the edge of failure, LOL!
Posted by jason evans at 12:26 AM