C1 Bloody Hands

ALICIA CHAY:

I told myself that if I was ever able to tell my story…

The story of

a dark-skinned girl….

forced into a life

as a rebellious vagabond,

against my free will!

I would do it

in unconventional order.

Tell it as I remembered it…

I must admit that I didn't know much about being a vampire. As a lost, damned creature of the night, I slaughtered and killed spanning decades, hoping it would erase the memories of my past human life. Sadly, that never worked, not that I expected it to. Emotion wasn't a part of my vocabulary, nor did I mourn anything. I didn’t wear my heart on my sleeve when I was always naked. The only attire I wore was a coat of blood. I fed on random humans all over the world at my leisure, without regard to who may miss them.

I hunted humans for sport. It was a passion of mine, one of them, at least. I often times studied them in the shadows. I loathed civilization with everything in me, more so humanity. Inevitably I’d found calm, peace, and discipline in loving animals because they were true to nature. I loved them so much that I made a vow to protect them all.

Sigh, how naive and foolish I was.

Before I let you into my world, my life as Alicia Chay, I must warn you that I wasn’t a very friendly woman. I thrived in the shadows when the sun rose and lurked in the wilderness when it was time to hunt. I was mostly private. I wasn’t one of those individuals that needed friends or allies. I was a passionate lover of sorts. I hadn’t time for impropriety when it came to self-preservation. I hadn’t patience in the realm of survival. Even the fittest wasn’t safe…

Cuneiform writing was just developed in Sumer, an ancient civilization of southern Mesopotamia and Egypt, hence the origin of my recorded history.

In grave detail, I documented my beginning on kish tablets to get a better picture of my reality. I did this relentlessly until Ptahhotep, a city administrator (and vizier to Pharaoh Djedkare in the Fifth Dynasty), developed literary writing.

This account would not have existed otherwise. I didn’t do this for attention. I didn’t care about mortals and their opinions. What lies beneath the limestone of this kish tablet wasn’t chiseled, by my bloody hands, for praise. I didn't want it. Maybe one day, the world would read about me and the system of betrayal that turned my heart cold, but for right now, that wasn’t a priority.

My heartbreaking supernatural story began in 2 B.C. on the continent of Asia. I was covered with the blood of random humans I drained dry shortly after my painful transition. A sort of rebirth, re-introduction to a cold ball of death called Earth. Seeing life through human eyes was one thing, but seeing it as a vampire was frightening. There was no need for rose-colored glasses when a world that ran parallel to life as you once knew it lurked before my hazel eyes as they turned black.

I refused to turn around and see my once human life with those eyes. Black shaded everything in its indefinite hue once it was cast, so thoughts of friends, family and my systematic life came to a halt, a standstill. It ended at that point because if I turned around, if I looked over my shoulder and saw the darkness cast its filter on the memories and experiences of my loved ones, I would turn to salt, not ash. To my immediate right was a small pond of sorts.

A few lilies floated peacefully on the serene waters. Deeply overwhelmed, I fell to my knees. The moist grass cushioned them, but not the emptiness in my heart. I closed my eyes as I loomed over the water. The images flashed on my closed lids vividly. I had on a wedding dress. I was making love. I was hugging a girl, laughing into a light-blue sky. I was sick in the rain.

My head snapped backward when I opened my eyes. I stared at my reflection on the waters. My eyes were black, my face was reconstructed and more redefined and I was more alluring, seductive, more elegant and powerful; with a hint of danger based in the Darkness, I jumped 65 feet back, when I thought I only jumped 3 feet. Skill unlocked. I jumped so far back I slammed into a huge rocky totem pole with Asian faces carved in the stone, cracking it down the center.

The dawn of my supernatural existence began at that moment, standing under a Waxing Gibbous moon. In front of me was the unknown, fear and opportunity... Behind me was my life in Africa, heartbreaking memories that were more bitter than sweet. The aftertaste coated my tongue with unpleasantness. To look back would give a storyboard of images to those memories that instantly became keepsakes within my heart when I took my last breath as a human and my first breath as a vampire. The head rush and boost in adrenaline caused me to faint. I didn't know how long I was unconscious, but I was awakened by a strange man. I slowly opened my eyes as his thick, calloused hands groped my forehead down to my toes without offending me.

He was very respectful. He handled me with tenderness. I felt kindness radiating from his athletic body wrought with the unapologetic sands of time. Only one man ever touched me or touched me in this manner. I was choked up with emotion thinking about him, my past. Don't look back. I really want to, but I couldn't. I don't know why I was putting so much emphasis on not looking back. This was a lot harder than I thought. I still don't know what I am. I just know that what I used to crave I no longer desire, and what I never desired I now craved.

I closed my eyes once more. With a jolt, I saw me in a forest. I ran and ran in fear of my life. Heat beat at my chest from the bile rising along my parched throat. I was pleasured from orgasm, but grossed out that a demonic spirit did it through the form of a life-sized Python, a dead Python. I reached the clearing. I sprinted along the path, as if death was chasing me, and I did hear something that sounded foreign in my ears, and betrayed the quiet of the belly of the forest. I ran so fast I no longer heard the screams of the dying whores. I looked around and around, trying to find my way out.

There. Another bend, another clearing. I was safe and home free. Frightened, I ran and I ran, again, as if death wanted my throat, and neared the Exit... I could see the Village in the distance... I saw the huge gigantic opening and I laughed! I laughed because I learned from the environment I was just exposed to. I seemed smarter. I was wiser. My eyes opened from my first orgasm of my own accord and my own hands. My first, and I was a virgin. It made me smile.

Once I raced past a dead gator, a snake snatched it up, and threw it in the air. It jumped from the back of its tail, like a missile, Heavenward, and caught it as it fell into its mouth, and swallowed it, or at least I thought he did. I screamed. Oh my! I shouldn’t have stopped. I meant was I dumb, that stupid? Was I that naïve and that blind, despite having open eyes from my body experiencing the joy of masturbation.

I opened my eyes...