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And then they came, fast and furious. A torrent of babbling, incoherent souls. But he could understand them. Tomas could feel them all. Most vociferous were the damned, deliriously cursing from the fetid, sulfurous pits of Gehenna. They screamed and raked the flesh from off their cheeks. They poked at neighbors and gouged out eyes, shoving fistfuls of oozing, steaming shit down the pie-holes of manically cackling, carbuncle ridden moral savages.
These were the souls deserved of death. And Tomas felt his purpose. But occasionally one of the others came through. For he did sometimes ravish the innocent. A quiet entity, cool and serene, safe in the company of the blessed, passed close to his heart and forgave him. And then it was his turn to moan and scream like the souls in perdition.
Sarah hugged him. She rocked him and whispered in his ear ---Shhh, shhhh, I am here. I am here. This will pass. This will end. I love you. I love you....... He trembled. And I suppose vampires do have some sort of physical metabolism, for he was sweat-soaked and shivering. And so the night passed until it was done. The last to depart merely kissed him.
They could hear birds practicing arias in the cool, dawn sky, but the root cellar remained dark and safe. Sarah took off his clothes and dried him with a soft, worn, woolen blanket. Then he snuggled close to her and they slept, just like the rabbits in the ruined great-room, up above.
You see, my best beloveds..... death is not easy.......And the 'death that is not death' is the hardest one of all....
Zebulon must leave you now. Life is so, so short..... Be good to each other.... Somebody's keeping records....
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These were the souls deserved of death. And Tomas felt his purpose. But occasionally one of the others came through. For he did sometimes ravish the innocent. A quiet entity, cool and serene, safe in the company of the blessed, passed close to his heart and forgave him. And then it was his turn to moan and scream like the souls in perdition.
Sarah hugged him. She rocked him and whispered in his ear ---Shhh, shhhh, I am here. I am here. This will pass. This will end. I love you. I love you....... He trembled. And I suppose vampires do have some sort of physical metabolism, for he was sweat-soaked and shivering. And so the night passed until it was done. The last to depart merely kissed him.
They could hear birds practicing arias in the cool, dawn sky, but the root cellar remained dark and safe. Sarah took off his clothes and dried him with a soft, worn, woolen blanket. Then he snuggled close to her and they slept, just like the rabbits in the ruined great-room, up above.
You see, my best beloveds..... death is not easy.......And the 'death that is not death' is the hardest one of all....
Zebulon must leave you now. Life is so, so short..... Be good to each other.... Somebody's keeping records....
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
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