Vampire and the Mist (No. 4 in a Series)

Vampire and the Mist

How do you convey perfection?
Something so right it’s unheard of.
Love so true it’s what fairy tales are based on.
The thing that causes the wrath of demons
Jealous of what they could never have.

Theirs was such a dream come to realization.

The payment was steep that they paid
As the demon reared its evil self to them
While they sat at the lake’s edge
Sharing themselves with each other.

The battle was tortuous and bloody.
He fought for their lives against the fierce demon.
He gave his all to save her.

Fate had been sealed.
The monster held him at bay
As it bit down upon her throat.

The poison coursed through her body and soul.
She burned from the inside out, screaming in pain.
He begged for her, fought for her soul.

The demon put the cards on the table
His life as he knew it for her not to die.

She wailed as he accepted.

Their gaze remained entwined
As he dissolved, becoming a mist.

Blood curling hissing filled the air,
Louder was the laughter of the demon.

The mist filtered around her
While her body turned icy hard.

Their creator stayed to watch
The transformation of perfection
Into less than human nothingness.

The completion of the curse.

A fair maiden no more,
As a new Vampire, she stood tall 
To face the demon with her rage.

The mist gathered between them.

Euphoric with approval of what it had destroyed,
The demon slowly disappeared 

From deep within she hissed,
“Until we meet again…”

Written by Tink 4/12/09 3:40 pm