Black Black Heart
I’m so glad you’ve been enjoying the writing pieces I’ve written for my creative writing class!
We were challenged to write in a style that we don’t write in, so I chose supernatural fantasy. Honestly I struggled with an idea for this, I didn’t really want to expand on my last piece (Eliana and Viktor) but then I remembered the movie I wrote.
You see in university I wrote three movies. All in my head. With scene details, song choices, camera angles. Weird I know. One of those movies was about a vampire. So I took the opening scene and changed it up a bit to suit the story I would want to tell now as an adult.
In the “movie” the opening scene is set to the song of Black Black Heart by David Usher, I invite you to listen to the song as you read.
Black Black Heart by Sara Curto
I make my way across the green of the University of Michigan’s campus, people moving out of my way as if I willed it. I am willing it.
I feel him, I’m getting closer.
My love. Millenniums and Centuries of waiting. Two decades of feeling him in the world and now I’m yards away.
I am the vampire. Daughter of the demon Lilith. Born 4000 years ago to be the creator of the vampire race, a race that has grown in power ever since.
Betrothed to my beloved Khafra, the light to my darkness, the man I would give everything for. He knew of my nature, and yet loved me and devoted his life to me, under one condition. I was never to turn him. A promise I kept when on our wedding night he was taken from me. I held him, my red tears mixing with the pools of his own blood, begging him to let me keep him forever. He promised with his last few breathes to come back to me, to be reborn again and again to live by my side. Our souls were intertwined in that moment.
He, too, kept his promise. He has been reborn many times, I always feel it in my body and then I go searching.
The search brought me to the time of the Romans and its ever-expanding empire. To find his soul leaving the body of a 5 year old girl, too soon. I made her family pay for not caring for her well enough.
I traveled by sea to the lands of what you now call China. They knew. That something was off about me, the whispering of a golden-haired, black-eyed bloodsucker beat me to every village. I slaughtered and pillaged my way to his bedside, this time in an old man’s body days after his soul had departed.
I fought against some of the evillest souls this earth has seen, for while I am a demon and a vampire I am not at my core, evil, during the years I waited for him. I was relentless, the piles of bodies growing around me as I caused mass destruction.
A century ago, I got so close to him. I felt his soul be birthed across an ocean and by the time I found him, this time a woman in her teens giving birth to her 5th child, I fought my way to her bedside locking eyes with my beloved just as the life drained from them.
And then nothing, until 21 years ago. I was gallivanting around Europe with my child, Mary (she was born Meresankh) when I felt it, the flutter. A weak flutter, all the people and technology make it more difficult for my senses to pick up on the minute wavelengths. So, while I can travel much quicker (unlike myth, I can not fly), it was more difficult to pinpoint his exact location.
I stride into the classroom, late, startling the professor and the class.
“Hello. I’m Sadie, I’m sorry I’m late”, my actual name is Bahiti but Ancient Egyptian names make people uncomfortable. I seek out the eyes of Michael Olson and find them. I sigh in relief for there is my Khafra and his eyes of emerald green with flecks of gold.
Michael smiles at me, not in recognition, just in a wow you’re beautiful way. The girl beside him grabs his arm territoriality, that must be Lila, the girlfriend. For now.
2/3/2023 02:19:46 pm
very nice piece, Sara!
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