Night Bride - Original Writing

Night Bride - Original Writing

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Night Bride - Original Writing

That feeling washed over her again. Like the blackness washing over
the light. It creeps in gradually enveloping the earth, devouring the
last traces of the struggling dusk. Suddenly, with the dark, plump and
full on its feast of the light, everything turns a little bit uneasy,
and the world shifts on a weary axis.

That is how it starts. Slowly it crawls inside, eating away at her
until she is filled with the dark sensations most others never admit
to having. She weakly resists, as does the light; but they both know,
they will never win, it's just a force of nature for the both of
them... beyond their strength, and beyond any reasoning…That is just
the way it always was, since the birth of them both. She found this
amusing, how her and the light had so much in common…and yet she had
the feeling, whom ever it was that made them, were not of the same.

She no longer fights as hard... Usually muses over memories while it
enters. Has "he" always been with her? Yes, she knew he had. Been with
her before her mortal maker. Chosen for no particular reason she knew.
Like the winner of the world's most unlucky lottery. Whatever the
reason, he breathed the water of her mother's womb with her, and blew
sour heat into her lungs on her first draw of air.

She rallies up an exhausted laugh when she thinks of the days she used
to fight it... Fight it with all her heart and soul, and believing she
could win. How amused he was and strangely touched by her strength. So
much so, he let her live her teen years like the rest of "them." After
awhile she started to forget him, and after more passing time, he was
nothing but a nightmarish imaginary friend she had had when she was
small. This is when he decided to crawl out of the dark corner he was
crouched in so patiently... Like the people who leave home and make it

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big they often forget where they come from. He would never allow that.
She couldn't forget, it wasn't a very grateful gesture.

Tonight was the night….finally. And how appropriate. On Halloween. Of
course this date really didn't mean anything to him... she figured
this was his twisted attempt at humor. Time is non- existent where he
lives, and she had a feeling there would be no clock or calendars on
the walls of her new house.

She need not pack any bags or kiss her mother goodbye. He would knock
on her door like a proper suitor and her mother would answer. After
that there would be no need to explain. At the very first sight of
him, mother would go insane, and there was no sense in trying to stop
him... He was very persistent.

So she waited... impatiently to just get it over, yet knowing this was
only the beginning. She wondered if she would be able to hold onto
some trace or aftermath of humanity…To store remembrances of the ones
she will never see again, and realized she hoped she didn't. After he
came, she was sure she would want to forget all of them.

He never meant to hurt her. And in a way she knew no other would ever
understand, he loved her. She felt it very strongly. She also knew if
she could pass on the love he has for her to another like a cold, or a
nasty bug, they would die. They would burn up instantly, if that is,
they didn't die of fright at the first hit of it. Not her thought. She
has been conditioned. Given small doses long before her soul took

It was different tonight she did notice, but of course this was the
night. It start hotter, and became increasingly more uncomfortable.
Her heart started to beat uncontrollably and beads of sweat broke at
her temple as the heat grew faster like a fever the could drive a
person to delirium. All of her senses became heightened to a point
beyond human, and she could actually hear her blood pumping through
her, listening to a furious ocean coming from inside out. She though
it might break her eardrums, but was sure she wouldn't be able to feel
the pain... She was above that now. Yanked above such feelings with
each burning moment. Strangely enough, her last mortal though was a
song lyric... "Fire is the devil's only friend?" "What song was that
from again?"

She quickly recognized the sounds of the beating hooves as the
"HORSES." She dreamed of the "HORSES' many times. Black and wild,
running with the force of a million mad man off to war, blowing steam
and smoke from their nostrils and frothing at the mouths like rabid
dogs. Pounding through red clay with the all of the courage and anger
of a kamikaze pilot, willing to do anything to reach her, having no
other purpose in life, needing no other, and willing to die to
accomplish the goal.

She knows he is at the reins of the wild beasts and he has just enough
room in his chariot for one more passenger. He's always only had room
for one. Room for her, and he has waited an eternity and beyond for
her to sit by his side. The sounds of the slamming hooves grew closer,
and the heat grew to an intensity that make her skin glow like a lit
jacko-lantern. She held her hand up to in front of her face,
mesmerized at by the orange transparency of her skin. The sight of
rushing blood and cracking bones that she could barley feel. Through
her hand, she received her first view of him. He was everything she
thought he would be and worse.

For many years to come, people would tell stories around the campfire
of that night. The stories told by their father's fathers, of that
Wicked Eve. The night the clock struck midnight and there was a
homicidal scream heard throughout the entire neighborhood, that hung
in the air like the stick of dead fish in their small New England
town. The screams of a manic, or the scream that is produced by the
sight of one. Of course the people who were still alive to live to
tell the tale, were said to be exaggerating for the sake of the story.
That of course there were screams. Screams of that came from the heart
of "her" mother... No one know what led her over the edge, maybe the
strange disappearance of her daughter. Maybe she was heart broken over
her running away, the girl was known to be troubled.

What ever the reasons, those were the screams that the
tall-tale-tellers are exaggerating about. Yet those of them who knew,
those of them who heard it that night, well they still have troubled
dreams near and around Halloween. Usually they dreamed of "HORSES" and
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