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Confessions of the Hell-bound
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Vampire › FemSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
4,243
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0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Death day
November 27, 2009
11:04 pm
I am not afraid. I decided this some moments ago, when I awoke to see the sun rising in the sky. I am going to die and- as my children have decided- I am to go “quietly.” They make it sound as if I am being arrested.
The sunrise in the city is more beautiful than one might think. The early morning fog eats up the orange rays and glows, looking so soft for something you can’t touch. Then there are all of those windows that shine bright and gold. It really is lovely, and you should believe me- I was born and raised in the mountains of Rumania. I know what the country sun looks like.
Yes, this truly is the last day of my life. I can feel it in my heart and in my bones. But I am not afraid. I am old, I am spent. All of my affairs are in order, my children are grown, and my will is fair. But while I do not fear my death, I do worry for it. I may carry my guilts to my grave, but some burdens I will not permit passage. So there is one last matter I must attend to, so I might lighten my heart: the truth.
My middle daughter, the good one, will join me soon. When she knocks, I will call her over and have her sit with me. “I must tell you a story,” I will say to her. And being my good daughter, she will say, “Alright, Mom, tell me.” I will warn her of its length, but she will not mind. I will warn her of its content, but that will only gain her interest. When she and I are ready, I will begin.
“History, my dear, has a tendency to forget the obstinate…”
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Note:
This story is more story than it is sex. So if you just want to see sex, go to another fic. As for the erotic nature of this story, we'll get there. ~.^
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11:04 pm
I am not afraid. I decided this some moments ago, when I awoke to see the sun rising in the sky. I am going to die and- as my children have decided- I am to go “quietly.” They make it sound as if I am being arrested.
The sunrise in the city is more beautiful than one might think. The early morning fog eats up the orange rays and glows, looking so soft for something you can’t touch. Then there are all of those windows that shine bright and gold. It really is lovely, and you should believe me- I was born and raised in the mountains of Rumania. I know what the country sun looks like.
Yes, this truly is the last day of my life. I can feel it in my heart and in my bones. But I am not afraid. I am old, I am spent. All of my affairs are in order, my children are grown, and my will is fair. But while I do not fear my death, I do worry for it. I may carry my guilts to my grave, but some burdens I will not permit passage. So there is one last matter I must attend to, so I might lighten my heart: the truth.
My middle daughter, the good one, will join me soon. When she knocks, I will call her over and have her sit with me. “I must tell you a story,” I will say to her. And being my good daughter, she will say, “Alright, Mom, tell me.” I will warn her of its length, but she will not mind. I will warn her of its content, but that will only gain her interest. When she and I are ready, I will begin.
“History, my dear, has a tendency to forget the obstinate…”
**********************************
Note:
This story is more story than it is sex. So if you just want to see sex, go to another fic. As for the erotic nature of this story, we'll get there. ~.^
<3