A vampire imagines death but not death, just ceasing to exist.
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Imagine finding her rest at last.
Julia's shoulder blades dug in the dark, fertile earth. Ginger hair fanned around the light smattering of grass from where she lays. Her unblinking eyes followed the endless travel of the clouds, her hands clasped at her flat stomach. The hem of the outdated baby blue dress slid to her closed thighs from her bent knees. But they would slack later on, like those from a slumbering human or the corpses at crime scenes.
A memory tells her in her human life, she slept at her side. But then, in her childhood, she’d always had someone with her as she rests. And at the ends of her life, she was paid to lay with men at night. Would she lay in that manner, only the towering trees would be at sight. They would tell her no one was with her, so she just stared at the sky.
Vampires, frozen, beings of stone. She had no use for breathing, and for that, she wouldn’t move, wouldn’t even have human twitches of organic reasons. She would stay still as the world slowly form and live without her. But without bitterness or yearning–no, with yearning, even just a ghost of it. Always yearned. Never content.
The grass would grow around her, slip through crevices of the laying statue that was her. The earth would slowly elevate, but she would stay. It is funny to think that everything around her were alive, and only she wasn’t. Water would wash over her, bring the obedient soil with it and cover her. And maybe then, she’d close her eyes.
And with the dramatic lack of blood in her system, her venom would fail to spark her gift. She wouldn’t be able to hear the unspoken words, see the covered images. Then she would be alone. The ache, the maddening ache at the back of her throat, the filling of venom, would soon be just a familiar feeling. Thirst would be the only company she would have. Her eyes slipped close and a memory from another life plays itself behind her lids with damnable clarity.
“Anne,” Victoria calls for their eldest sister in a light whisper. “Sleep beside Julia and I.” Victoria raised the hole riddled (sewn together repeatedly) blanket. As Anne relented and laid with the two, Julia burrowed further in the eldest sister’s warmth.
Victoria was sweating feverishly as she slept, even in the cold winter night. Julia rarely saw her sisters ill– she had always been the weak one– and while Anne had trouble with breathing at times, that was only it.
She slowly stuck a small, frail arm from under the blankets to touch Victoria’s cheek, checking if the flame had left her body, or even diminished.
“She will be alright, Julia.” Anne whispered, and Julia flinched, her eyes widening. She didn’t think Anne was still awake. “Vicky just needs sleep. That will fix it.” The oldest sister smiled at her reassuringly.
Julia’s heart filled with silent and gentle happiness as she heard this. Slowly, she unwound in Anne’s hold, her breathing falling in its slumbering pattern.
With a broken sob, she was pulled out of her reverie. She lifted her head from between her knees. With a shaking hand, she slowly removed her hair out of her face. Glittering black eyes took in her surroundings and she found that she was in a little shed, her shed, without the comfort of the green life around her.
She was curled in a ball, sitting, almost unmoving, for countless days. As she looked straight ahead, she found the meadow she saw herself slowly buried in. Did it happen? Was she there?
In an understanding, she knew she never left the shadows. Julia laid her cheek against her knee, remembering the phantom of… Sleep. Like it just left her, as everything did.
Her knees were wet of tears, but they weren’t stranger to that. A breath of something crept up her neck, something she last felt long ago.
Before she closed her eyes, Anne whispered in her ear again and that gentle voice reverberated in her head. Julia said the words herself like a prayer, in hopes that it would happen.
"I will be alright."
[repost from my vampire oc roleplay account for safekeeping, edited for clarity]
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Imagine finding her rest at last.
Julia's shoulder blades dug in the dark, fertile earth. Ginger hair fanned around the light smattering of grass from where she lays. Her unblinking eyes followed the endless travel of the clouds, her hands clasped at her flat stomach. The hem of the outdated baby blue dress slid to her closed thighs from her bent knees. But they would slack later on, like those from a slumbering human or the corpses at crime scenes.
A memory tells her in her human life, she slept at her side. But then, in her childhood, she’d always had someone with her as she rests. And at the ends of her life, she was paid to lay with men at night. Would she lay in that manner, only the towering trees would be at sight. They would tell her no one was with her, so she just stared at the sky.
Vampires, frozen, beings of stone. She had no use for breathing, and for that, she wouldn’t move, wouldn’t even have human twitches of organic reasons. She would stay still as the world slowly form and live without her. But without bitterness or yearning–no, with yearning, even just a ghost of it. Always yearned. Never content.
The grass would grow around her, slip through crevices of the laying statue that was her. The earth would slowly elevate, but she would stay. It is funny to think that everything around her were alive, and only she wasn’t. Water would wash over her, bring the obedient soil with it and cover her. And maybe then, she’d close her eyes.
And with the dramatic lack of blood in her system, her venom would fail to spark her gift. She wouldn’t be able to hear the unspoken words, see the covered images. Then she would be alone. The ache, the maddening ache at the back of her throat, the filling of venom, would soon be just a familiar feeling. Thirst would be the only company she would have. Her eyes slipped close and a memory from another life plays itself behind her lids with damnable clarity.
“Anne,” Victoria calls for their eldest sister in a light whisper. “Sleep beside Julia and I.” Victoria raised the hole riddled (sewn together repeatedly) blanket. As Anne relented and laid with the two, Julia burrowed further in the eldest sister’s warmth.
Victoria was sweating feverishly as she slept, even in the cold winter night. Julia rarely saw her sisters ill– she had always been the weak one– and while Anne had trouble with breathing at times, that was only it.
She slowly stuck a small, frail arm from under the blankets to touch Victoria’s cheek, checking if the flame had left her body, or even diminished.
“She will be alright, Julia.” Anne whispered, and Julia flinched, her eyes widening. She didn’t think Anne was still awake. “Vicky just needs sleep. That will fix it.” The oldest sister smiled at her reassuringly.
Julia’s heart filled with silent and gentle happiness as she heard this. Slowly, she unwound in Anne’s hold, her breathing falling in its slumbering pattern.
With a broken sob, she was pulled out of her reverie. She lifted her head from between her knees. With a shaking hand, she slowly removed her hair out of her face. Glittering black eyes took in her surroundings and she found that she was in a little shed, her shed, without the comfort of the green life around her.
She was curled in a ball, sitting, almost unmoving, for countless days. As she looked straight ahead, she found the meadow she saw herself slowly buried in. Did it happen? Was she there?
In an understanding, she knew she never left the shadows. Julia laid her cheek against her knee, remembering the phantom of… Sleep. Like it just left her, as everything did.
Her knees were wet of tears, but they weren’t stranger to that. A breath of something crept up her neck, something she last felt long ago.
Before she closed her eyes, Anne whispered in her ear again and that gentle voice reverberated in her head. Julia said the words herself like a prayer, in hopes that it would happen.
"I will be alright."
[repost from my vampire oc roleplay account for safekeeping, edited for clarity]
