My Sweet Ambrose (2010)
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Adult +
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1
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All characters belong to Kiix (Derekica Snake) This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's left of center imagination and any resemblance to actual persons is coincidental
My Sweet Ambrose (2010)
My Sweet Ambrose
By
Derekica Snake
Word Count: 833
Completed June 3, 2010
It's not like story books. It’s not a fairy tale unless you go back to the original folktales that the Brothers Grimm recorded in their travels. They had captured the darkness, horror and depravity. Everyone else…well they've got it all wrong. It’s easy to get sucked into the romance; to be seduced by the sexuality and to believe the rhetoric of achieving ultimate freedom. In truth, immortality can be soul crushing. It rends you from your values, your original sense of self and after years and even more years it gets to be…well, boring.
I've lived on the blood of men since the time of my re-birth. I’ve found my own way to survive in the world. I haven't left a wake of undead and the one that I, although the term is inappropriate, sired, I terminated when I realized my mistake. I have always clean up after myself.
I've never interfered with the affairs of state, though chances have been many. I have stolen fortunes and lived beyond my means for generations. I've lived and died a hundred times in the world of light. Rising again with a new name and an old fortune.
One thing about the folklore is right - I live in the shadows. Back in the day when the sun sank from the world it was a different place. All slept except the few that wandered the dark and lonely world then were the ilk of thieves and whores who would not be missed. I have hunted alone. I have existed alone. Love doesn’t blossom in the shade. My undead life has been nothing but shadow. My one faint spark…
My Ambrose is dying.
Ambrose dear, love of this lifetime. Your youth and beauty have faded with the passing of time but the sweetness and bouquet of your blood has been unchanged since the day I first met you. The sickness sapping you now has given it a heady quality as it turns to over ripeness. Tasting you now my dear, it's not unlike getting drunk on sloe gin. All is well until suddenly you’re flat on your ass. I never claimed to be a lady and you would have never looked twice at me if I had been.
The attending physician thinks I'm devoted. Little does he know all the things I've done to you, with you, over your fragile lifetime. The joy; the pain; the sorrow and the full sweetness of life in the shadow. You asked only once to become like me. Just once. Maybe…if I had given in at that request, we would not be in this room waiting for the inevitable.
At this time when the sands of your life have almost drained away, your biggest fear is what will become of me. You were always the biggest fool, Ambrose.
You should have had children. You should have walked away from me back when you were young and strong. Back when you were durable my sweet Ambrose. You were my candle, my pole star…and now you flicker as the last of your essence fades from view.
I have always known me best. You knew that I needed a challenge so you ran until you caught me. I will give you that. In our eighty years together, there wasn't a day I didn't have to keep you in check. You knew what you were doing...binding me to you for your forever. And now you have to leave me.
Should I be merciful? Would you consider it mercy if I took your essence into my being before the Lady in Black comes for you? Even through all the drugs that they have pumped into you, I can still see the fiery desire that set my lust and fangs burning. Lady Death will have a fine time taking you, my dear, sweet languishing Ambrose.
Your skin is like paper. It crinkles to the touch. I can see the life pumping in your blue veins without the concentration of my parasitic sight. It slows. A raging river that turned to a meandering stream...now drying up. That tiny little drip in that upturned bottle won't help you now – as if it ever could.
Ambrose?
Ambrose...
My frail love, I will burn you as was my people’s custom when I was young. When they existed. When I was.
So at the end I guess my life is like the story books, eternal darkness, eternal emptiness, and eternal sorrow. I gave my heart once and look what it's done to me. Eternal youth. I gave my heart again and now look at me. LOOK AT ME! Look at me. I will weep for you. I will weep for me...and just continue to be a shade of a shadow hunting in the night, lost and soulless for all eternity.
My life is a dark fairy tale. Good night Ambrose. Farewell, my love, fare thee well.
By
Derekica Snake
Word Count: 833
Completed June 3, 2010
It's not like story books. It’s not a fairy tale unless you go back to the original folktales that the Brothers Grimm recorded in their travels. They had captured the darkness, horror and depravity. Everyone else…well they've got it all wrong. It’s easy to get sucked into the romance; to be seduced by the sexuality and to believe the rhetoric of achieving ultimate freedom. In truth, immortality can be soul crushing. It rends you from your values, your original sense of self and after years and even more years it gets to be…well, boring.
I've lived on the blood of men since the time of my re-birth. I’ve found my own way to survive in the world. I haven't left a wake of undead and the one that I, although the term is inappropriate, sired, I terminated when I realized my mistake. I have always clean up after myself.
I've never interfered with the affairs of state, though chances have been many. I have stolen fortunes and lived beyond my means for generations. I've lived and died a hundred times in the world of light. Rising again with a new name and an old fortune.
One thing about the folklore is right - I live in the shadows. Back in the day when the sun sank from the world it was a different place. All slept except the few that wandered the dark and lonely world then were the ilk of thieves and whores who would not be missed. I have hunted alone. I have existed alone. Love doesn’t blossom in the shade. My undead life has been nothing but shadow. My one faint spark…
My Ambrose is dying.
Ambrose dear, love of this lifetime. Your youth and beauty have faded with the passing of time but the sweetness and bouquet of your blood has been unchanged since the day I first met you. The sickness sapping you now has given it a heady quality as it turns to over ripeness. Tasting you now my dear, it's not unlike getting drunk on sloe gin. All is well until suddenly you’re flat on your ass. I never claimed to be a lady and you would have never looked twice at me if I had been.
The attending physician thinks I'm devoted. Little does he know all the things I've done to you, with you, over your fragile lifetime. The joy; the pain; the sorrow and the full sweetness of life in the shadow. You asked only once to become like me. Just once. Maybe…if I had given in at that request, we would not be in this room waiting for the inevitable.
At this time when the sands of your life have almost drained away, your biggest fear is what will become of me. You were always the biggest fool, Ambrose.
You should have had children. You should have walked away from me back when you were young and strong. Back when you were durable my sweet Ambrose. You were my candle, my pole star…and now you flicker as the last of your essence fades from view.
I have always known me best. You knew that I needed a challenge so you ran until you caught me. I will give you that. In our eighty years together, there wasn't a day I didn't have to keep you in check. You knew what you were doing...binding me to you for your forever. And now you have to leave me.
Should I be merciful? Would you consider it mercy if I took your essence into my being before the Lady in Black comes for you? Even through all the drugs that they have pumped into you, I can still see the fiery desire that set my lust and fangs burning. Lady Death will have a fine time taking you, my dear, sweet languishing Ambrose.
Your skin is like paper. It crinkles to the touch. I can see the life pumping in your blue veins without the concentration of my parasitic sight. It slows. A raging river that turned to a meandering stream...now drying up. That tiny little drip in that upturned bottle won't help you now – as if it ever could.
Ambrose?
Ambrose...
My frail love, I will burn you as was my people’s custom when I was young. When they existed. When I was.
So at the end I guess my life is like the story books, eternal darkness, eternal emptiness, and eternal sorrow. I gave my heart once and look what it's done to me. Eternal youth. I gave my heart again and now look at me. LOOK AT ME! Look at me. I will weep for you. I will weep for me...and just continue to be a shade of a shadow hunting in the night, lost and soulless for all eternity.
My life is a dark fairy tale. Good night Ambrose. Farewell, my love, fare thee well.