Thread: A Eternally Lonely Soul

It was wierd. She was so in love. But love was fleeting. Love was mortal. But she no longer was. Yet, the pining in her heart remained burning away at her very being. Tears filled her eyes as she remained in the tomb sitting ever vigil over the coffin. How could he leave her. So suddenly, so alone. No more sun, no more light, no more being happy. She didn't deserve to be happy, she deserved what she was. Damned. For all eternity. She knew she deserved it. But why? She had never done anything wrong. She was always a good person. Taking care of those less fortunate, or unable to defend themselves. If it was a noble cause, just look at the role sheet. You would find her name there. Talia Bethany Green. Now forever young. Forever beautiful. Forever alone. She didn't want to be alone. Alone was the worst. Alone was what she always was. Ever since she was born, she was passed from foster home to foster home. Ugly, nasty boys sneaking into her room to take from her. Always taking. But that was the life of Talia. She thought with a snort and rolled her purple eyes. That was the world. Always taking, never giving. She thought it had changed that one night. Coming home from her nursing class, she was dragged into an alleyway. But a man had saved her. Or so she thought. He took her around, he doted on her. But he always came out at night. It was funny now that she thought of it. Running her hand through her hair she shut her eyes. He told her that it was just a day job, but now she knew better. Watching him being staked through the heart by a hunter. The hunter turned his gaze to her and pulled a new stake from his jacket. Then-what? Darkness. Waking up, she was starving. Nothing would appease her appetite. Not until she was walking down the street and smelt something delicious. It smelled sweeter and more delicious than everything else. It was a car accident. The firemen had everything cleaned up, but the sewers ran red with blood. Unable to help herself, she got onto her hands and knees and began to lap like a ravenous creature. No one saw her, thank God. So this was her life she had been living. Five years. She somehow adapted. But the lack of sun was somethign that was wearing on her. It was ok for the first few years. But now, she craved it, like a druggy craves their next fix. She dreamed of laying out in the sun. Feeling warm. Feeling loved again. She frowned and stood up. You did this to me, Angelo, you turned me against your will. How was I to know you kept feeding me your blood. I died with your blood in my system. That is what turned me. She growned running her pale fingers through her lavender hair. And what is more Angelo, you gave me an eternal life that I don't knwo what to do with. She sighed and looked at the remains that would never come back. I have to move on, but I am stuck. She sighed and looked up hearing thunder crash and heavy rain fall. No time for pity parties, best to go home. Thankfully, she was able to find a warehouse that no one owned. She couldn't cross the border of her own dorm. And after a while, she was labled as a missing person. But no one missed her enough to go looking. Opening her Van Gogh umbrella, she stepped out. She wore a large heavy wool jacket over her white shirt. Her skirt fluttered around her booted feet. She shivered as her lavender hair fluttered around her. It was going down. Heavy and hard. Walking into her warehouse, she sat down and and began to make herself some warm tea. Looking down, she thought about what her life had become.