MIDNIGHTS REQUIEM

Volume One : THE DANCE OF THE DAMNED : Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

“We’ll conquer the night

Be dawns dark delight

Mornings sweet promise of pain

The rhyme and the reason

Sweet madness in season

The blood knows the memories made”

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Morgan leaned closer to Michael again, refreshing their glasses with the sweet honey mead. Standing slowly, stretching as she turned away. Delighting in his hungry gaze upon her. The intensity of his desire excited her. She moved further into the house. “Coming?” He gulped the mead and followed her through the sliding glass doors into the bungalow pausing to remove his boots before stepping into the room.

A large contemporary living room with the usual accoutrements. Large flat screen television on the wall, book shelves overflowing with books on nearly every subject or genre imaginable. Two recliner chairs and a large sectional sofa.

There was a dinning area with a fairly large, sturdy looking old fashioned table and chairs, an entrance without a door into presumably a kitchen. The hall way was shadowed beyond the first few feet. She gestured at the easy chairs and Michael chose the one that let him see all of the entrances. One Cannot have ones back to an entrance. She observed and noted his quick automatic assessment and choice of chairs.

Morgan talked as she moved about the room. Gorgeous predatory stalking with impassioned intensity coupled with her continual shifting accent. One second, back country Irish, then Welsh, then a sort of Cockney then a southern drawl and then a flat midwestern. Michael listened as she explained.

“We are faster, stronger with every sense magnified and enhanced compared to any other creature on Earth. Simply put, we are more in every way imaginable. We are the top of the food chain. That is why the humans viewed us with awe and fear. Why they had called us Gods, though in fairness, the Aos Sidhe ( Pr: ice-shee) had created humans.

Pacing, more, predatory prowling. She explained the cycles of thirst and feeding needs. Alongside the intake of blood,heavy mineral supplements were required. Copper, Iron, Titanium, Magnesium, along with the standards, calcium etcetera.That explained the thirst for sea water.

Flinstones multivitamins were not going to hack it. Michael raised an eyebrow when she mentioned Titanium. Seeing his silent question Morgan answered ” For our bones, teeth, nails. We use Titanium the same way humans use calcium.

“Our bodies can burn through the proteins and minerals at an extraordinary rate. Most of the time we tick along at about twice to three times the metabolic rate of humans. It is when we do those feats of speed, endurance, strength or the mind gifts, that bring on the extreme thirst. Remember, your brain consumes as much by itself as the rest of your body does.

Were we to restrain ourselves, restricting ourselves to acting and appearing ”Human normal”, we could go months without the need to feed. Have you ever had three cuban coffees in a row, just slammed them down following them with chocolate covered espresso beans right after slamming two Monster Coffee drinks? Doing this after two or three days without eating or sleep. Take that, add the sugar shakes, and add in an gradually over powering all consuming thirst. When All you can taste at that point is a mix of salty iron and copper.

Michaels canines and incisors had begun to extend while was sitting there. Running his tongue across his teeth, he thought about how much the Vampire myths had gotten wrong. He had no idea how long she had been speaking. He did know that the bottle of mead had been emptied.

Morgan stopped talking and walked over to him. She stood before him looking intensely into his eyes. Michael returned her gaze. She was beyond intoxicating. It was difficult to think of anything other than her. The sole purpose to his existence was the taste of her. Her scent so strong he could taste her on the air.

She put her hands on his chest pushing him down and back into a recliner. Without breaking eye contact, licking her lips she climbed onto his lap straddling him. ” How long has it been?” She asked. “Ummmm” Michael tried to think. His body was responding to her while he struggled to maintain control. Morgan wriggled a bit, feeling his arousal. “No, not that! Feeding. How long has it been?” ” What? ” Morgan sighed ” Has all the blood left your brain?“ Morgan rolled her eyes and repeated herself.

Michael told her that he had fed three or four times, he wasn’t really sure. The last time just two days before. ” No wonder you are so undeveloped! You must be half mad with the thirst. How have you not ravaged and feasted? Three or four times over, What!? Eight months? Most, if they survive go beserk for a few weeks. You say you only lost control a few times? Have you sated your thirst of your own conscious desire or has it been all instinct? ”

“Umm, yeah. Um no, um ” he managed to say. Yet again she had him incapable of coherent speech. Her warmth flowed into him. He could feel her through his Jeans, as if they were naked. That along with her unflinching gaze into his eyes was having definitive effects. Morgan was fully aware of the effect she was having and was quite amused by it. She deliberately squirmed about suggestively, grinding herself against him causing him to softly groan.

She had a mad smile on her face as she leaned closer. ” We can save that for later” She breathed as she leaned even closer nipping sharply at michaels bottom lip. “First, you must feed.” She said, as she tilted her head back, pressing her throat across his lips.

Before he could register what was happening, his teeth were piercing her flesh and he was drinking from her throat. Lapping up the salty sweet hot liquor of life. She sighed pressing closer ” ahhh thats it love, drink deeply.” Michael did so. Losing awareness of his self. Becoming only the thirst, the desire in the moment.

How to describe the taste of her? What is the taste of lightning and fire? What is the taste of a thunder storm? Throw in a good smooth Irish whiskey add some hints of cinnamon, all wrapped up in a fiery ecstasy.

That begins to explain the taste of her. As he drank from her, faint electric shocks pulsed in his veins. Fire swept along his nerves. Michael began to tremble, Morgan moaned in pleasure. Until she abruptly pulled away.

Michael tried, but he could not stop her. He had become as an addict, needing, desiring to consume her. She leaned back with that feral smile, licking her lips. Gently her fingers traced Michaels lips then she licked her essence from her finger tips with a languid smile.

Michael watched enraptured, fascinated, as the ragged holes in her neck and throat healed. The room shimmered around him. She became as living flames embracing him. Michael saw his arms, his hands, tiny flames dancing across his skin.

She seemed to float up, away from him. Red, gold, blue, green, white flames twisting, walking away to her chair. Michael continued to burn, inside and out. The flames were not consuming him they were changing him further.

As they danced within and without his body, the flames whispered to him. Voices in his head and in his ears. Taking turns, telling him of wonders he had never conceived. How the world is nothing like he had believed. Humans, are not what they believed they were. No, humans were not at the top of the food chain, We are Michael realized anew.

The flames spoke of mysteries, of Gods walking in flesh among the nations. God-kings, Goddess-queens over empires, peoples, nations long gone, drowned in the seas, blasted and pulverized out of existence. While the world slowly transformed over millenia into the world of today.

The world today, is nothing like had been imagined by humans. They arrogantly assumed they had tamed the Earth, that they were the masters at the top of the food chain. Nothing could be further from the truth. Others immeasurably older and far more capable reigned. Humans were merely their cattle.

It was as if Morgan were speaking to Michael inside and out, her voice, casting spells of knowledge, tearing the veil of ignorance from his eyes. Revealing to him, the world as it truly is.

People dream of fairytales in a world built from their nightmares. As adults we learn that All of the monsters of hell, all of the demonic hordes, dwell within living beating hearts. The perfect disguise for the monsters inside. Michael passed beyond into a new state of existence with a more transcendent perception of reality.

Darkness is more natural than light. In the beginning had been the darkness, then came the light filled with pain and fear, which are nothing more than the building blocks of reality. Darkness is more natural than light. In the beginning had been darkness, in the end will be darkness. Shadows dance and play between, light is the illusion. A perfect symmetry of light and shadows had been born in darkness, in the end will be darkness. Shadows dance and play between, light is the illusion. A perfect symmetry of light and shadows.

The song of Dawn, the hope of dreams,

Midnights Requiem.