23 June 2012
Drifting ~ Exerpt from Ava Karpathea's life story.
My muscles ached, cuts and bruises marred nearly every inch of my body. It was painful, but it kept my mind in the here and now, kept me on this side of reality. Laying down on the bed I stared up at the ceiling, the once white paint, now a sickly yellow gray from age and cigarette smoke was peeling away in chunks, and was littering the ever disgusting floor. The lack of room sevice was apparent. The motel groaned around me, doors slammed, people yelling to one another down the hall, cars revving outside. I could feel the sun rising behind the tightly closed drapes and straining to peirce the dusty fabric. Out there life was going on as usual for the humans. Out there, they were running around like ants, completely oblivious to the war raging around them. A war that had been raging since before they were even created, before Adam and Eve were even thought of. The whole lot of them would shit a brick if they ever came face to face with the truth. Above me the ceiling shook with the force of something heavy being dropped or thrown and my hand tightened instinctively around the butt of my gun, still resting on my stomach. The rough texture was familiar in the palm of my hand, the cool metal of the trigger slid beneath my finger, comforting. Was I paranoid...Maybe. But I had every right to be paranoid. I had every right to be insane, but I wasn't. I couldn't allow myself to be killed. Couldn't allow my pathetic excuse of an existence to be eradicated from this life, and I certainly couldn't take my own life as i had tried to do so many years ago. Years ago. When life had finally started looking up and happiness had wormed its way in. It had been ripped away just as fast. Turned upside down and simply destroyed. I could remember screaming. For minutes or days i don't know. But then i'd held the gun to my head, the same gun I held in my hand now, the bullet within had been made of silver, with demons bane in the heart of it. Certain death for someone like me, no coming back, ever. The cold metal of the trigger had been the only thing stable as the pain and thoughts swam around my head, never stopping never slowing never receding. Screams echoed in my ears. My screams. His screams. I would never forget the sound of his cries. But beneath the onslaught of emotion, a tiny tendril of hope suddenly sparked. Something inside said it wasn't over. That he wasn't gone, that he was very much alive. That thought alone had been more than i could bear. The gun had slipped from my fingers, hit the floor with a metallic clunk and slid away of its own accord as I sunk into myself, following that tiny shred of light, pushing away the pain and locking it away in a box. And now, years later I could feel the box, ready to crack open at any moment but at the same time that little light stayed right by me, hovering in my mind, telling me over and over that my son was alive. Now i was a force to be rekoned with, a member of neither side of the war but a force on my own. Half angel, half vampire, hated by both and wanted by Hell. Of the three species one of them had my son.
Ava Karpathea ~ Excerpt 1 • Opuss № I