 |
A New Chapter (Title N/D)
Category: Stories
Tatum managed to find herself trapped inside an alternate purgatory-like dimension. Pandora described it as a prison world, created by the new generation of Gemini witches as a means to imprison anyone guilty of evil doing, be it a vampire or another witch. The date the prison world was created was February 29th, 2034, on planet earth, and from then on each day would be the same; an infinite loop, making it seem like time did not exist. Tatum got there through a device called an ascendant, a trinket that operates like an astrological clock, only there is a mystical gem in the middle... much like the previous ascendants that the Gemini coven used that have since all been destroyed, it required the blood of a witch and/or her bloodline and an incantation chanted to activate it and gain passage into all alternate dimensions created with it. However, also just like with the older versions, the ascendant cannot travel with the person using it. This minor detail was unbeknownst to Tatum, and the witch who gave it to her to use to travel through the 2034 prison world which is how and why she became trapped there to begin with. There is a copy of the ascendant in this alternate dimension, but as far as Tatum was concerned, she had simply lost it by supposedly dropping it just before the opened portal brought her here, and there wasn't another one. It has been about three days, and even though each day has repeated itself, one thing that remained consistent was that Tatum was growing weaker. As far as she knew, she was the only intelligent life presently existing in this plane. There were no other people, human or otherwise, whom she could feed from. Even blood from an animal would have sufficed, but there were none to be seen either. The communication signal of her badge was cut off and neither was her PADD able to establish a transmission outside of the prison world, making it so that she couldn't call for help.
The weakening state of not being able to feed was not a pleasant experience at all for vampires, which is what Tatum is. Her veins were drying out, and with the slightest movement of her stiffening muscles, they would rub together. It felt like sandpaper was being rubbed all over her body, giving her the sensation of a rash-like burn, especially in her joints. Her entire body essentially felt like it was on burning, even though her skin would have felt cold to the touch from a lack of circulation. Her heart rate was slowly dropping to what would be considered a dangerous level for a human, and pretty soon she knew it would stop beating all together, and she would presumably die, although not permanently. The only thing Tatum could do at this point was record a message into her PADD, and hopefully if and when someone came along, they would view it and know what to do. Tatum had found a place to rest inside a crypt, located inside a cemetery, beneath the grassy surface of what looked like ruined remnants of an old stone building. Considering these were burial grounds, she assumed it was probably a place of worship at one time.
(Hopefully you can see these pictures well, a couple of them are a bit dark as you can probably tell. 
She sat down on the dirt ground, resting her back and head against the stone wall, between a metal gate and a bench. She pulled out her PADD, which was flat with a view screen.
With a trap from her finger, the view screen came on and revealed various functions, which looked like a bunch of colorful buttons but they were part of the touchscreen. With just a couple more keystrokes, she activated the video journal to record her message.
Journal Entry 1 "Hello, my name is Tatum Utara." Her voice was cracked a little bit, sounding weak and dry, as though she was severely dehydrated, which in a way she was. "This is attempt transmission message, calling out a SOS, but I'm not getting my hopes up since I've had many failed attempts of getting a signal. I'm a vampire, who is trapped inside some alternate realm, where there does not seem to be any life here other than me, human or animal. It's been at least 72 hours, which should equal to three days, but every day is repeating itself, like deja vu... except the only things that are constant is that I'm fully aware of myself and how much time has passed... and the fact I'm starting to slowly fade away, because I haven't been able to feed. Like I said, there are no other living beings here... which means, no access to blood. Not even the nearest medical facility that I've found in my wanders has any supply of it... which is very odd... My muscles are stiffening, making it more painfully difficult to move. My whole body feels like its on fire, especially in my joints, most likely from the friction of my hardening veins rubbing together. I feel very disorientated, so I know it won't be much longer before I lose consciousness. By the time somebody finds me, I'll probably look dead... Well, I am technically dead." Tatum chuckled, managing to make a light joke despite her current predicament. "Undead, being the proper and preferred word, but I mean I will look dead dead, but I'm not really." There was a short pause where Tatum took a deep breath and moved her jaw around, trying to produce what little bit of saliva she had left. She cleared her throat before speaking again. "I.. think... I'm still down on planet earth, in a cave below the grounds of a burial site. Above the ground of the cave are some ruins of what appears to have once been an old building or house that was made out of stone. If this message should reach somebody... anybody, please send help..." Tatum ended the recording, and the screen of her PADD returned to its starting point with all the various colorful icons. She put the PADD away back in her tote bag, and rested herself back against the hard wall. She closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable desecration to take over.
5 Comments
|
