[Requiem] Heaven and Hell

Saturday, November 04, 2006
4.30am
Sydney, Australia

Dawn was coming.
Ceridwyn sat on the floor, before the painting.
She knew this painting was her.
So young…
So beautiful…
A moment, captured in time…

As she closed her eyes, a dream floated to her mind….
Sitting, watching her master…. He came over to her, adjusting her pose, his proximity bringing the scent of roses….. he would put an arm around her, arching her back, run his fingers up her throat so she would tilt her head….. and then go back to the painting….

Her heart would race, her mouth go dry…


Her mind comes back to herself, pulling herself together, reminding herself of the events earlier that evening. No dominate in her mind, that they found…. Only the scent, and that ‘La Ange’ was kindred, and now she knew who…..

In her mind she pictured the events of Saturday night, and him. So different , but so the same….. a kindred that fed from her.....
lips on the back of her neck… his tongue caressing the corner of her mouth, tasting her blood….

Heaven and Hell….

Pain, excruciating, agony, blood, fear, ecstasy...

Ceridwyn cuts off the flow of memory, shaking, resisting the beast that screamed for release. Somehow her dream had become a nightmare... Something terrible....

Standing, she looks at the painting, and then at herself. Years difference. Not a lot, but enough. She unbuttons the shirt, dropping it to the floor. The young woman in the painting would have no clue what she would become…. Her hand strokes over her skin, over the puncture wounds, the slices, the whip scores. She goes to the bedroom, puts a bowl of fresh rose petals next to her bed, and goes to sleep.


Outside, the sun rises, bathing the city in its fire.