| I was twenty-five when I died. The memory to me was merely a stain. I recall convulsing, twitching, and static thoughts- blaring through my frantic brain. Then the white I saw behind my eyelids grew distant, and black had settled in. Heaven itself fell away and darkness took up residence, embodied me in sin. When I awoke, my senses were screaming- the pain was intense then quickly died away. Jumpstarted, revved, then running smoothly- I felt better than I ever had, I dare say. He was sitting on the settee beside me, smiling- his soul was burned inside my veins and mind. He was such a mysterious and beautiful creature. I knew instantly- now, I was one of his kind. I was twenty-five when I died... and that was when I really became alive. |