On a dark spiritless night a thick gray
cloud can be seen hovering over the horizon giving way to a creeping mist, followed by a
low moan mixed with the sounds of a howling wolf and a screaming eagle.
You can almost hear the voices of ancient ancestors
whispering secrets into the myst; tales of the ecstasy of the hunt, not just the
infinite pleasure of the kill. Suddenly, the crescendo of hissing secrets is drowned out
by the rustling of a chill, though calming breeze slipping softly through the Cedar trees
of the forest.
And there you see her, sitting
like a
strange illusion glowing a luminescent shade of bluish-white, smiling eerily. It
almost makes you forget yourself. . .
Almost . . .
. . . until suddenly the moonlight
glints wildly upon the two pronounced canines within her strange pouting lips, and when
you look up to search her eyes to see what kind of creature she might be, you find two
smoldering orbs, hollow. . . haunted… with tiny waves of blue-light gently pulsing
over the pupils of what once were the windows to her Soul.
She is Alien.
She is Vampyre.
A hybrid of sorts, though nothing human
remains of her to claim the Earth as once being her home. She is speaking
plaintively, softly whispering into the mysts of the night. . .
