October 22

Waiting For This Moment to Arise


Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Black bird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to be free

Time moved differently for her, it was one of the first things she noticed after “punishment” was levied.  Yes, she still felt the pull of the sun, more so since waking from her torpor.  They’d staked her and buried her upside down in one of the old sarcophagi not even bothering to remove the previous occupant’s remains.  She’d spent decades listening to the sounds around her.  Eons, it seemed, while seconds stretched into minutes, minutes to hours, hours became days and days turned into months.  For a while, she contented herself by listening to the sounds around her, mourners burying their dead, the occasional illicit tryst.  Even that had stopped eventually.  She’d tried keeping track of the days, but lost track.  When her people moved on, they left her.  Staked in the dungeon and forgotten, most likely.  Lost in her own private hell of remembering she’d even forgotten until a few weeks ago when she woke to the sounds of people, humans living in her castle again.  Then the smell had reached her…Not humans vampires.  Then humans came later.

She let her mind go, pushing it out as far as she dared.  As far as her weakened state would allow.  Which was further then she’d expected considering the state she was in.  The visions came in snippets, a vignette, seen through the eyes of others.  A woman in a cage here, a man there, a vampire feeding, she wasn’t sure if these were memories or if they were happening as she saw them.  The disjointed thoughts left her mind  a wasteland at times while other’s left her feeling peaceful and serene.  It was easier to make connections while the other person slept, though she didn’t always have that luxury.  Humans were the easiest, human children easier than that.  The vampires were the hardest for her to make the connection with.  It took time finding the strand on the complex web that lead to them and once found they didn’t always go straight there.

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

She felt them closer then they’d been before, hovering outside her tomb.  She could hear them talking.  She pushed her mind into the closest human.  The thoughts made no sense to her.  A staking, a girl being turned, retaliation, another staking, pain, unyielding pain.  She sensed another presence nearby.  Vampire, older than she was.  She knew she’d never get into his mind.  She touched it, just to let him know she was there, and  found his mind open.  She lightly touched his web and found herself slipping through.  She knew she felt her even as gently as she probed.  She could feel herself being pushed out.  She left a thread connected to his web, hoping curiosity would get the better of him.  She’d also left threads connected to the others as well, for varying reasons.  Some so she could visit again, some so she could plant thoughts and others so she could control.  She knew only someone with an open mind could feel her presence, but closed minds were harder to get into and required more effort.  She wandered around the vampires’ dreams as they “slept”, and the humans’ dreams she controlled.  Not so much as they noticed but enough that, she was comfortable.  It gave her something to do during the long hours.  She wandered into a dreamscape and realized it was one of the vampires from the chamber.  She only caught the briefest images, managing to spit a few of her own images at him, before being shoved out.

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Once back within her own mind she realized several things.  The first was that her vampire friend was probably a lucid dreamer, which might actually work in her favor.  The second, while she was in a bad way she might not have been down nearly as long as she thought.  The third, she hadn’t really lost her sanity.  Fourth, with any luck the new regime would be more…forgiving than the old one.  She had no idea how long they’d been here.  At most 50 years, for that was about how long ago she’d been sentenced to “rot in hell”.  At least as near as she could figure.  Make no mistake it *had* been hell.  The silence after her people had gone had been deafening.  At least for a while they’d remembered her, until one day the web she’d woven had disintegrated.  She’d tried to glide over it, and found herself falling into nothing.  She’d pulled herself back from the gaping maw of insanity, by a single thread, barely holding on.  Now with the new people here there were opportunities.  She ventured into the minds pushing gently searching for the weakest, the strongest, the most open…she learned what she could which wasn’t much but enough.  She deposited thoughts, memories, visions and scenes.  All leading back to her tomb, the wretched hole in the wall.

Black bird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free
You were only waiting for this moment to be free
You were only waiting for this moment to be free

Ciara felt the pull again as soon as she and Lucien got home.  Lucien sent her on to dinner while he went to take  care of some business.  Ciara made her way to the dining room passing the stairs to go below as she did.  She stopped and looked down the stairs and as if in a trance went that way instead, drawn by an unseen force.  She passed through the dungeons to the crypt where she stood staring, seeing images flash through her mind.  A face hovered before her, then dried into little more than a skeleton with flesh.  Sunken eyes and cheeks grey of flesh.  A quiet voice whispered, “Open it.” Ciara’s hand moved toward the latch, pulled the pin and as the body fell forward into her, Ciara’s scream echoed through the chamber.  

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Posted October 22, 2012 by The Cosmos in category "Fiction