The Night The Vampires Came

Kyliena. Of course. I had the luck to catch the laziest taxi driver ever. The slightly grumpy old man who hadn’t said a word through the whole drive, intently listening to a song that came on the radio.   I flinched when a raindrop hit my head as soon as I got out of the taxi. Looking up and blinking a few times. Sure, as soon as I got here I just needed to start raining. It didn’t feel like a good sign for someone who had just moved to another town; glancing up at the clouded dark gray sky once more, I turned around and walked to the rear of the parked taxi. The grumpy old man was oblivious to my struggle of trying to heave the two big heavy suitcases out of the trunk.

Kyliena. A handful of nights had passed since finding this very strange rose quartz and I was growing ever curious as to how it had gotten into the running stream—and how the water was very warm and how it quickly became freezing cold after I had removed this stone. Although the forest in which I now lived right next to was secluded I was no stranger to the occasional visitor who was walking with their pet or exploring the land, it was a possibility that someone had simply lost it and that is how it came to be…but it had a strange feeling that this was not the case. —Alas I did not have the time to dwell on the matter as this evening was special, it was a full moon, and I wanted to see the moon as I looked up at the sky while I stood in the small clearing in the woods. I may not believe in the kind of magic that is told in bo

Kyliena. I thought one had to die to enter purgatory…not to simply fall—and I definitely wasn’t dead...Or at least I didn’t believe I had died. “Your purgatory? What do you mean I am in your purgatory? I am not dead…am I?” I stuttered out trying to keep the confidence in my voice, how convincing it was I shall not ever know but the stranger didn’t seem to ridicule my voice portrayed. The stranger didn’t reply waiting for me to answer his question, I guessed that he would not continue or answer any of my questions till I had answered his—I was in no position to not reply to every question he would give, it was me behind bars and he seemed to be my hope to get out of here. It would be wise to stay on good terms with this stranger. I th

Kyliena. I was so comfortable to the point I didn’t want to move—I feared that this bed was not real and just a fragment of my imagination. I don’t think I had ever felt this well-rested during my whole years of living life. I stretched out on the bed letting my eyelids flutter open.   I sigh.   I sigh as I stare at the ceiling—even that was beautiful with paintings of angels and clouds. Letting out a breathy giggle escaped my lips as I smiled, sometimes I had the most peculiar thoughts and I was still trying to convince myself that I was currently living in one… How could it be that a magical quartz—a rock led me to this purgatory…this strange man’s purgatory?  

Kyliena.A woman entered the room with a tray of what seemed to be tea and a grim look on her face. Despite her expression, her beauty was so otherworldly that I felt immensely inferior and sank back into my chair a little bit.The woman swiftly entered the room placing the tray of tea on the table between Niklaus and I sat, she then so effortlessly took a seat right next to him, giving him a quick glare before turning to me and smiling sweetly. “Oh, you’re just as gorgeous as you were when you were just a wee little baby, perhaps even more!” Her eyes shone as if she was pleased with herself. I was of course confused as to how she knew of me and why these people could see some sort of beauty in me when I could not.