The Girl and the Violin
Category: Drabbles

My creator was a strong man, a beautiful man of arts, yet he was always destined to remain hidden, crawling through the centuries like something sick, an abomination and condemnation yet when he gave me the Gift...as he called it, he said I should cherish it, that he chose me to be powerful, better. I believed him, he was a new god for me and I was about to be as well.

After a time of me as a newborn, I could no more hear the time making its changes inside me, I had no fears and I was feeling more alive than ever before. I would go back, with my knowledge and the powers, I could make everything work better...faster. I would help with progress and would be seen as a hope and a threat to our enemies, the war would stop and my family would be able to understand that the 'wandering son' was actually worthy and not a traitor who did not stand by their side.

How little I knew...
I planned it all so fast in my head, but the tragic reality hit my mind 3 days after my mentor was teaching me how to stay alive and the Vampire rules, oh yes, there were rules even after an ordinary human life, there would always be f***ing rules.
Why the creatures that breathe and walk this earth can never be truly free?
As humans, we have a constant strife of good and evil, Heaven and Hell, law and order.
As a vampire, I learned the hard way that I should hide from everyone, but not from myself.
That merciless judgmental person was me, and sometimes... the silence was my own judgment in the moments I needed the most guidance and a shoulder. 

After a long slumber, the new world gave me a chance that I gratefully grasped, taking the stage as a rock star, their newly found god, whose voice would tear the crowd and their ears, my voice inside their heads, my torture in the public.
You see I am not the only one.
So I wrote a song full of rage and tears, the ones my vampire eyes couldn't shed anymore...those tears were now crimson drops of impurity.

"Forsaken" speaks about many things among the others.
There is a haunting, as they say, to know the face of your victims or not see them at all if you are lucky enough.
I was full of joy and eager to learn, as I said I was hoping to do everything better.
My creator and I were walking at the seaside when I heard the most inspiring sound coming from a violin, of someone who was behind flames and I couldn't see their faces well. I had to go closer, the music felt like a call to my ears, it was echoing so deep inside me now that I was a vampire.
My mentor warned me, and forbid me to get to know them. But like every child who wants to see the world I did not obey.

I approached the source of my endless curiosity, my mind was not clouded by dark thoughts, only admiration as i realized who is playing. A daughter around the age of 20, skin...colored from the sun, and flawless, eyes reflecting the fire in front of me and yet it was like she could control these flames from her lively soul. My excitement led my fingers to the only available instrument near me, reminding me how I used to play in the good days. This was a different thirst, not for blood...but for a touch and a smile, a thirst to sit and play music with someone else, to drink and enjoy the company on a night like this, with the moon and the sea surrounding the magical scenery.

My nature soon made its own magic though... dark magic that makes people turn away and scream when they face what I am...when they don't know me...when they don't want to ever know me.
Things happen fast and from someone who was seeking a warm smile and a good word I ended up with a lifeless body in my bloody embrace, wondering why and how, unable even to pray...
Her sound will be always playing in the chambers of my emptiness, in this heart that does not beat but still feels, hears, and whispers: "Forgive me..."

You can find the tune of her violin living through the song and my voice.
And even after all these years, I managed to keep this violin alive at least, a wooden prison of my sin and a delightful friend to play music with.
Within this chaos, I found it amusing to present our hidden existence as a parody, because I find it pathetic how we hide and how people see us through myths and fake rumors.
You see I cannot be forsaken because my victims will never let me forget who I am and what I have done.
My eyes will always watch this image as a hopeful child, dreaming of giving life instead of death...

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