Sanctuary

Introduction: Save Us

“Forgotten souls. Condemned. Outcasts. Alone.
Drenched in pain. Lustful for blood. Irresistible urges.
Forbidden fruit. Mindless monsters. Red-eyed demons.
Save us…”

No one took particular interest in the woods that stretched onwards from the west of the small town, no foolish soul wandered past the invisible boundary from ‘our world’ to ‘their world’. No one dared to take a moonlight stroll into the tree-filled wood, dodging the roots that jut from the ground, eager to trip any unsuspecting human and coat them in the watery mud that lied in wait. Green grass, virgin and glimmering with dew diamonds shone in the waning light of the pale moon, reeds danced as evening wind caressed her cool touch upon the thin stalks, lake water rippled, mice scurried away from the owl hunter that would feast upon them, a strong breeze travelled through the trunk’s green headdress and sent the leaves ruffling, akin to the loud hiss of a monster snake.

“Secluded. Avoided. Feared.
Looming. Shattered windows. Abandoned.
Hopeless. Lifeless. Emotionless.
But not tearless.”

“Who could ever love a Beast?
Disgusting. Horrid. Sharp talons eager to tear flesh.
Narrowed slits for eyes. Fangs dripping with claret blood.
Arms outstretched.”

The old, rundown mansion still stood upon the forest grounds, stubborn, defiant, refusing to give into nature and be beaten away like a mere leaf, who didn’t put up a fight and simply let the world take it to wherever the world desired. Once white walls now were stained a dull shade of grey, black lines dripping from underneath the hem of the roof’s skirt, green having been painted upon those jet and ebony. The roof lacked tiles in certain places, left so from the storm of the night before. Empty voids filled the gaps that the fallen, shattered and cracked squares left behind, giving the impression that the house was without a soul to care for it, that man, woman, child had abandoned it. Given up on it, leaving it there to rot. Forgotten… Painfully forgotten, every bit of recollection being torn off the bones of the mind, bleeding flesh ripped away. Memories…

The windows remained unshattered, unbroken, yet coated with a thick layer of dust on the inside. No one had bothered, no… No one had dared to approach the glass panes, to check on the only thing that separated them from the human world.

Yes, the world out there wasn’t their world anymore…

It was never their world… At least, not after they were cursed.

“Seconds tick by. Ignoring the pleads of humankind.
Time waits for no one. Time is time.
Fast time. Horrible. Slow time. Torturous.
Stuck in time? Hell.”

Sliced away from the realm they once knew, bonds that held sentiments to the creatures that dwell in the daylight and rotted away with every year the painfully passed by. Those bonds were long ago severed.

“Children of the night. Forgotten.
Families. Friends. Lovers. Gone.
Cries unheard. Forced. Darkness embraced.
Vampires.”

Stories of fiction depicting these tortured souls filled the bookstores of now’s everyday. Child. Teen. Adult. Elderly. Everyone knew of the fabricated lies that circulated of them. The melodramatic storylines, the clichés at every chapter of the book, the unwilling victims, the eager fools. On and on. The story continues. On and on. On and on.

“Who can tell my story? No one.
Who will not fear me and stay by my side? No one.
Who will offer their blood to me so I survive? No one.
No one. No one. No one.”

“Don’t you see? No one’s there for you.
Human kindness has petty limits. Boundaries.
Selfish. Selfish. Selfish.
A façade of kindness.”
Cruel. Cruel. Cruel
A performance of concern.
Liar. Liar. Liar.
A lie of a promise.”

“Past. Present. Future. Tell the stories.
Elaborate on emotions.
Emotions that never will resurface again.
Please. Tell the stories.”

“I beg of you.
I will tell.
Please. Tell the stories.
I will tell.
Speak to them of our lonely souls.
I will tell.
Preach the truths and vanquish the lies.
I will tell.”

“Save us.

Save us.

Save us.

Save us.
…”

(A/N: This story is a series and it may turn into a yaoi story if I can help it but I doubt I cannot. After all, I am a fangirl as rabid as they come. But at least I convey it in a much…intelligent manner than: “omg! Lyk omg omg! Ghey ppls r lyk… hawt!” Moving on! Please, hit the review button. Thank you very much)