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Title: A rebirth
Post by: Dmitri on June 16, 2017, 05:07:13 PM

 Mother Russia

Somewhere in the year 1200</color>

A man walks into the emptiness that is between the great realm of Russia that separates civilization from civilization. Walking on a small dirt road that has car tracks on either side of the path. The wind blows hard, causing his long black coat to be stuck against his body as it is blowing from behind his back. He is carrying a bottle of red in his hand, it’s half full as he has clearly drank from it. The man suddenly stops, turning his head sideways as if he has heard something. Something near to him as he sighs and rolls his eyes.

I told you to leave me alone Ekaterina. Why don’t……

His soft whisper is barely to be heard for anyone due to the hard wind. But the other figure that emerges suddenly in front of him grins from ear to ear.

So why don’t I??? Good question Dmitri, why don’t I??? Hmmm???

The young man sighs, remembering the days of his turning. For some reason the thought has slipped into his mind as if it was printed in his mind by his maker he hates. He rolls his eyes as he pours more and more red from the bottle down his throat before wiping off his mouth with the back of his hand. Before he stares at the woman that is still there, causing him to sigh.

I thought that this would make me get you and that thought out of my mind, but I should have known better shouldn’t I??


Really Dmitri? You have grown what? A few days old?? And you honestly think that you can match a vampire of one hundred year old?? Yes Dmitri, foolish thoughts run deep inside your mind my pretty.

His head drops down, staring to the ground underneath his feet. Not remembering why he even picked these clothes that he is wearing. It must have been someone that he has fed upon on the first night. Maybe just maybe he didn’t care. He looks up, feeling dizzy from the blood. Wondering if this is what vampires feel if they drink too much.

Am I…….

Drunk?? Oh please, you are just getting sick. It’s normal when you try to be like me little cub.

Little cub, the worst thing he could think off that she could tell him. But realizing that he is only merely a few days old as a vampire makes him realize that nothing he tries to do matters. He can’t stop her, he can’t force her as she is much stronger than him.

Why did you pick me???

Tears are shown coming from his eyes, yet he can only feel rage burning inside his soul. Wondering whether it is his soul or if that has died along with him.

To answer your thoughts Dmitri? You will no longer have a soul in a few more days. That what you feel is the last remaining essence of your life. A life where you didn’t mattered…

He looks around, not lifting his eyes to her gaze. Not wanting her to see his rage even though he knows she will feel it. He is choking on the words that he wants to say to her, emotions that he wonders how he can spend the rest of eternity with someone that he despises?? His eyes are slowly rising up towards her, realizing that she has vanished from his gaze.

What the?? Where…..

His words vanish into the wind that blows around him, surprising him as Ekaterina has used her speed to grab him from behind. Digging her nails into his flesh as she pulls him into the air. Trying to scream from the top of his lungs, but the strength of his maker enables him not to. He feels his flesh being torn apart underneath her nails and yet it heals again moments after.

Are you understanding this Dmitri?? Or should I just let you fall!!!!

His eyes widen, trying to stop her from doing such a thing. His human side is taking over as it is too strong to be compelled by his vampire side. When suddenly he feels the hard surface of the ground that he walked upon moments ago. Feeling nothing for a few moments before….

Oh God….. it hurts……

His senses are off the page, unable to contain the pain, the desire to drink more blood, the bones that have broken and are healing faster than he has expected. In the meantime as he is coughing up his own blood before that dries up it is Ekaterina that has landed close to him. Tip toeing before her feet make full contact. He is struggling to resist the pain, from hating it to slowly starting to burst out in laughter while his breath is inconsistent.

Does it make you realize you haven’t really turned fully?? It’s your human side that is struggling to resist Dmitri… how long will you think you can go on???

……..

His lips are moving, his mind is shattered as he feels his skull that has broken in half slowly heals. Feeling his brain that has touched the softness of the skin of his head slowly be pushed back into his skull. Unable to scream out the agonizing pain as only soft cries are heard.

Oh yes, I almost have forgotten the physical breakdown that you are experiencing. At least you didn’t felt insects entering your skull before it closed Dmitri….. you should have asked Vlad before he died….

He puts his hands to his head, trying to stop the pain. Knowing full well that it’s useless and he has to wait until he is fully healed. To feel his broken fangs being replaced by new ones that grow just out of nowhere. Feeling the blood from his gums flow like a madman as it drives him insane from lust and pain. He feels her breath on his neck as her hands touch his hair, he sees her legs that has kneeled towards him. Trying to help the new born vampire to accept his human death and the birth of his new life. The soft words that she is whispering into his ears of care and love, his mind is burning. Telling him that it is all lies and deceit, yet the words soothe him. The words give him peace as he laughs. Feeling her wrist slowly emerge upon his mouth as he dives his fangs into her wrist. Drinking her blood as the words she speaks and the taste of her blood makes him feel as if he is hearing an opera of lust.

Feast upon me little cub…..

The words echo through his brain, the senses of his taste are growing with every drop of blood that he is drinking. To crave for something he has hated in the past 24 hours and yet he could not stop desire for. Feeling her arm trying to pull away, but he wants more as he uses all of his strength to stop her from moving. Causing her to laugh for a moment before pulling away with might he has never felt before. Gasping for the last of drop that he tries to save from his fangs… tasting her nectar of blood as stares at her with the first signs of dark blood red eyes.

I want more……

Present Day</color>

Dmitri is sitting on a porch of a beat down abandoned looking house somewhere in the middle of nowhere. The sun is almost falling down as Dmitri is sitting down bare chested and just wearing some pants and boots. He has a bottle of red next to him on a beat down table, his boots are resting on the edge of the porch as he stares at the corn field in front of him while watching the sun going down. An old radio is playing some music of a local radio station, not much of a delight for the man as he is reliving the moments of that faithful night centuries ago.

That was centuries ago, how to think that a little boy would know the world of the damned. The damned that would watch me with hatred in their eyes and sinister thoughts upon their minds. Forcing me to suffer over 800 years on tormenting ways that never was known to me as a human being. And how could it have been that way?? I was merely a little boy…., a boy from a little sheep herding village that only had three families. Where rumors of everyone are cousins are running wild. And yet what did it matter if it was?? They are all dead now by the hands of the one true tormenting soul that has ruined me for centuries. And for what reason?? For her amusement of course

He smiles for a few seconds, putting the bottle of the red to his lips and casually drinks from it. Savoring every moment of every bit of red that enters his body, causing his skin to gain some color from his pale white skin. He wipes off the back of his hand and licks the last remaining blood from it. Afterwards he continues to stare at his hand with interest before closing his eyes and dropping his arm. The hand holding the bottle tries to find its way to the table, his senses direct him towards it as he places it very gently. Cautious not to break the bottle of red as he sighs.

I’ve always looked at it as I was being punished for whatever reason that she could think off. Often just thought that it was because I merely existed, but that would rule out the fact that she choose me to be turned. So I figured it had to be deeper than that to find something in life that would explain it all. It sure as hell wasn’t for the fact that she hated being lonely. Because even when you are together under the bond of master and her… cub…

He sighs, hating that word as he hasn’t used it for many ages altogether. It was degrading to be referred to it, but even to acknowledge it and use that word himself makes him sickening.

Master….

whispering that word over and over again as it has drawn his thoughts everywhere the empty landscape that is beyond your imagination. His hand snatches the bottle of red without the human eye being capable to witness such speed. The intensity of his mind causes him to break the bottle, causing glass to shatter into every possible corner of the porch and beyond. He stares at his hands as he witnesses the final pieces of glass fall from it. He is bleeding, but his eyes are witnessing the skin that slowly heals. As if nothing has ever happened

Did you see that Ekaterina?? I cannot die, I have not been able to die since God knows when. Not even the wildest of imaginations of these humans, perceiving that they could even kill such a creature like me with a wooden stake. Makes me sickening…, I’m sure that my opponent for this week will collect his childhood imagination and ridicule me. It’s the passing of the judgment torch that perceives them to believe that they are better than anything in life…. Or even death in that matter and it will remain that way. And with this creature it shall not be any other way….. as he is a martyr…

A martyr of Professional Wrestling… the mentioning of that name signifies the obsession of suffering… The problem in this whole direction that Mr. Harris wishes to put us into is that he will not be the one that shall suffer. Oh no, he wishes to put the world into the suffering that he has planned for us all. And I cannot deny the fact that he has done well as of late, in comparison to my achievements as of late… but then again, who really cares about mindless fools like Joshua Acquin. As if this nothing but merely some sand that gets thrown into your eyes by a mere brief wind. But it’s not the effort that you put into it isn’t it Harris?? It’s the end result that counts and it doesn’t matter how you achieve it…. Just as long as you choke the life out of the victim’s that stand before you…. Squeeze so tight that their eyes widen and gasp with anguish and fear. The realization that this may very well be the very end of their existence…. But again…, how many lives does a cat have that equals the number of infinity of second chances Must Acquin have before he dies?? Maybe a stake through his life vessels and heart will do the trick??

He lifts his hand to his mouth, licking up the final drop that was left after his wound in his hand has fully healed. Letting his hand run over his face upwards and down before scratching across the stubbs of his slowly growing beard.

You wish to put us through misery with your rabid tongue flapping your lips like there’s no tomorrow. Catching fools like Acquin off guard with ten year old remarks that a smart seven year old would come up with. But the problem will arise when you come face to face with that what has heard it all and seen it all. That what is tired of the complications that you humans wishes to bestow upon me. Last week I warned the world, I warned everyone in SCW that I will not care anymore. That includes you too Martyr of the Professional Wrestling world. How do you wish to put me into the same treatment that you have on your mind when there’s someone that does not care…. I’ve suffered throughout the centuries my friend, I’ve dealt with the fact that I have wished for death numerous times… that it this world has changed into my home away from home… Because there’s barely anything left for me to wish upon a longer stay…

Barely?? Oh of course there is…., of course there’s that one that keeps my heart pounding and my thirst for blood to pass another night without going mental. How do you do it Harris?? Oh wait never mind, you aren’t the one makes me give a fuck…..

His eyes glace around the seemingly dead area, it’s nothing more than sand with the exception of an occasionally bush that managed to survive the drought of the desert. Clearly it hasn’t rained for a very long time in this abandoned territory somewhere in the Nevada area.

Do you know why I enjoy this place Harris? It’s because it reminds me of the state of mind I have turned into. Death is around every corner, patiently waiting for the end to come near, the moment that the struggle has ended and the fun begins. Life and death aren’t that far from each other isn’t it?? The only problem for this human world is that you romanticize the essence of life way too much that it makes your life a quest to stay alive. A must to overcome all odds, a desire to prove the test of time wrong and spit in the face of the adversary that you cannot outmatch. And yet the stupidity of you all makes you weak…. Just like this desert that takes it’s time, I will take my time to eventually strike and enjoy the carnage that it will bring with it.

Am I a philosopher? Perhaps if destruction and carnage is a way to bring my philosophy to your mind then I confess to be one. I shall whisper the words of Socrates into your mind while pounding every last inch of resistance that dares to struggle against anything that I do… that what you shall find out on your own is the reality of you being a martyr to my wrestling world…  isn’t it what we all seek Harris?? The answers of the questions that you could not find upon yourself? Feel overjoyed, feel blessed with the way out that I shall grant you my friend. Like it will matter if you would resist the temptation… I will force my will upon you nonetheless. See it as an offering to the Gods up above that I am willing to make upon a helpless victim. Just see it as you being a part of a greater good…… I’m sure that one way or the other, you will see my way…..

The shot fades as the glow from the sun that is slowly going down into the west is upon the pale face of the vampire that is filled with hatred.

Century old torture

Moscow, Russia. 1775</color>

Whips can be heard cracking across flesh and bones deep down inside a dark dungeon, the only light into the utter darkness are the surrounding burning torches that are mere several feet separated from each other. We see a small and slippery staircase leading down into complete darkness. The stairs circle around the walls of the dungeon to the place where the sounds of the whip emerge from. Next to the whips we can hear soft whimpering of a man and the laughter of a woman. The voice of the woman has a thick Russian accent as we come closer and closer to where the torturing culminates from beneath. There’s soft flickering light, where we see blood smeared across the walls. Chains can be heard after every strike of the whip, as if someone pulls hard on them as he stiffens from every blow. Finally we see the shot of a woman wearing a dark red dress. Her legs are filthy from the ground that she stands on. With every step she makes there’s mud and blood and other filth attaching to her legs. But she ignores it as she whips a man hard across the chest as we see blood drip from his chest. The man is breathing heavily, the anguish and hatred is seen on his face that we can see through the weak light and through the hair that is hanging in front of his face. Blood pours from his mouth as he is coughing up blood and on the moments he isn’t he tries to drink his own blood again.

You know now what you are aren’t you Dmitri? Nothing more than a mere toy for my amusement.. aren’t you???

Another whip strikes him, this time it hits him in the face as well as we see a cut emerge across his cheek. He hisses at the impact before slowly turning his face towards hers, we see the blood pour from his cheek before it starts to heal again.

You….. serpent!!

She grins as she drops the whip before diving her fangs in his neck and drink his blood as he screams out in agonizing pain. That quickly stops as she puts her hand across his mouth, feeling her strength smothering him. Causing his screams to turn into merely whims. Feeling her fangs sink deeper and deeper. His eyes are turning darker and darker as he attempts to break free from her grasp but fails. She finally lets go off him and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand as he slowly loses the strength in his legs. Hanging helplessly by the chains that are chained to his wrists, having his head hang downwards, unable to stare his maker in the eyes. Until she grabs him by the throat and lifts his head up towards hers.

Did I tell you that you could sleep Dmitri??

He feels his head being pushed against the wall of the dungeon, feeling the strength and the unforgiving stone press against his head and throat. Coughing out loud as he tries to whisper to her to let him go. Only to the amusement of her watchful eyes.

Is my creation begging? Are you trying to play upon my forgiveness you weakling??? I should just kill you right now and get it over with!! But I am unable to show compassion to you Dmitri…. I have no intent to give you eternal peace as I need to find another weakling to satisfy my needs!! NO!! I will make you suffer Dmitri… I will break you and make you a mindless beast that you were after the first months before growing a fucking conscience!!!

He sees her lips move through his blurred sight, he has lost too much blood in his body to function well enough. His normally perfect senses are slowly fading him, as he is coughing out loud….. feeling his throat burn with every possible gasp he attempts to take. The words that she screams at him echoes in the back of his head, but they are merely sounds that he cannot interpreted anymore. Until…..

DRINK!!!

Suddenly he feels the soft skin of her arm and wrist come in contact with his mouth and instinctively his mouth opens and his fangs sink deep into the flesh. In search of her blood as he drinks compulsively, unable to contain any moral thought as he has changed into a mindless animal. Desperately trying to survive with every given opportunity that would present itself. After a few moments he feels her might pull away from his hungry mouth as his eyes desperately follows the wrist dropping back to the side of her body.

More…… I need more!!!!

The desperation in his eyes follows the sudden movement of his maker as she turns and walks over towards the dangerous stairs. Where she stops at the beginning of the stairs and turns around towards him and laughs.

Welcome back my mindless creation that I love….. welcome back…

With that she walks off as the hatred for her has grown to greater heights as well as his need and desire to be with her even more.

New York City, New York
Carnagie Hall
A date</color>

The infamous Carnegie Hall in New York City, New York is filled with an audience that is gathered to listen to the music of the Midnite String Quartet play some of the greatest pop and rock songs on classical instruments. Even the balconies are filled to the final place, including one that has been reserved by just merely two. A man and a woman that are holding each other’s hand while appreciating the musical masterpieces that they are playing. He is wearing a suit, everything is black except for the blouse that he is wearing. While the lady is dressed in a purple evening gown as she is wearing a diamond necklace around her neck and a program in her other hand. Dmitri’s eyes close when he hears the classical Let’s Dance from David Bowie, as if he is recalling memories of the master

You alright??

He nods his head, hearing the softness in the voice of the woman that he loves. Finally opening his eyes and stares into the loving eyes of Damia… better known as SCW’s Fallen member Gothika. He stares at her beauty, causing his eyes slowly wander off from hers as he looks at the blood red lipstick on her lips to the desired neck of the vampire that he has taken with him. His eyes trace towards her breasts as she mockingly puts the program in front of it, causing him to lose the trance that he was in and stare back at her eyes as she winks.

Now I’m sure that you are alright.

He grins, nodding his head as he puts her other hand to his lips and kisses it.

I was just remembering the days that he and I were locked in Germany along with Iggy Pop. I was there when he made the classical “Heroes” Album. It seemed that this man was timeless Damia…, this man should have been immortal until the end of time….. not like present day foolish artists that think they matter, that they are the next in the lines of greats that will never be imitated or duplicated.

Her eyes stares at him as she listens to every word that he speaks off with passion, causing her to smile as she squeezes his hand softly.

People sometimes wonder how people survive things as others die at first attempt. Bowie was a gift to us all, he stood high above the mortals that wanted to catch a glimpse of him. And he only allowed those who believed were different compared to the ordinary crowd. I can understand why he wanted to escape reality….

Has he ever asked you to turn him??

Dmitri grins as he shakes his head no.

I wasn’t at his level Damia…, to me he was a GOD and everything that you would change from a GOD like him, would only shatter the myth that was him. No, such thing would not even come close into my mind. Though Iggy begged me many times until I finally gave in.

A look of disbelief comes over the face of Gothika as she cannot believe the words that came from his mouth from the legendary Punk singer.

Oh come on Damia, the guy never wore a shirt during shows… never wanted to get them full of blood you know.

The two laugh as they turn their attention back to the quartet who have started playing Withering Heights of Kate Bush. Drawing a small applause from the fans as they hear the first tunes of the classical song, they are joined in by the soft hand clap of the two vampires.

Thank you for taking me out tonight. I know we haven’t been together much as of late, the whole deal going on with Michael, the bitch Ekaterina and me doing so much…. I did miss you

The two stare as he nods his head and kisses her hand one more time as they did in the middle ages. Causing her to smile

I will make time for you Damia, even if I am on the other end of the world… there’s nothing and nobody that will stop me from being with you.

And then there’s SCW

He sighs, staring away from her towards the quartet that continues to play as if the two vampires do not exist.

I know I haven’t been much on a focused state as of late, I can make excuses all I want. It does not change the fact that I lost more matches than I wanted to Damia. And this week I get another opponent that does not intend to listen to excuses. He only cares about beating me up and down the ring and take home the victory.

I saw you on the last show this past Sunday, I haven’t seen you like that in a long time Dmitri. What happened??

He sighs, letting the words sink in as he tries to find the right words to say.

Dmitri???

Look, I’m a vampire. I am one of the originals. I love you, I am concerned about you, the whole Michael thing made me concerned to the point where I just lost my thirst. And I can’t blame the fact upon anyone but me because I love you and I will do it all over again in a heartbeat. But I allowed myself to forget who I truly was inside the ring. I forgot to bring that side of me that I have felt all the time inside the ring and unleash that anger, that thirst and that desire to destroy Ekaterina inside the ring. But no more my love.

She nods her head as she smiles towards him.

Finally you are getting a big boy again.

She winks at him as the two chuckle

This week shall not be easy Dmitri.

He stares at the stage in front of him where the quartet just finished playing the song and takes a break. He sighs, nods his head and grins.

Nobody expects me to do anything else except lose Damia, nobody expects me to pull out a magical trick out of the big hat. Nobody expects me to be a Ziggy Stardust and confuse the world while I am the only one that knows what the hell I’m doing. Will it be easy? Oh hell no, but will it be a cakewalk for the undefeated returning Calvin Harris?? There isn’t a certainty in life that can guarantee him that he will remain unbeaten.

It’s quite obvious and clear to me what I have to do Damia, it makes me realize how vulnerable a man’s life can be in the hands of one other. And I have the opportunity to snap his neck like a match and let him dangling for the remainder of his life. But it shall not be easy oh no…, but it shall be a night to remember. A night where I shall be the man that sold the world and with it the luck and the opportunities that Calvin has created for himself…. But until then…, why don’t we just catch ourselves a drink before they come back from their break.

The two grin as the shot fades as the two get up.

The time is now to be reborn</color>

It’s night in New York City, Dmitri can be seen standing in front of the door that leads to the balcony of his hotel room. He looks at the city that never sleeps, watching every flickering light of every room that is burning while others have faded to darkness. He hears the sirens of police cars, honking taxi cabs and the laughter of the people as his vampire senses allows him to hear every word they say. He turns his head towards his bed, watching Damia sleeping peacefully. She is wearing a black nightie that clings perfectly against her body. Her soft rising of her breasts with every breath captivates him as he smiles. He turns his attention back to the door as he places his hand against it, pushing it slowly open as he walks to the balcony. Wearing nothing but his pj bottoms and a sleeveless shirt. He gently pushes the door back, almost closing it so that Damia can continue sleeping.

How long do you think you can keep this up Calvin? The expectation of keeping that unbeaten streak alive. The cocky attitude that fits you oh so well, the man that will shred through every single competitor that stands in his way as if he just rips apart a piece of paper. Something that does not need much to accomplish isn’t it?? But that’s the case isn’t it Calvin? Pieces of paper are merely a temporarily thing that when it has served it’s purpose, it will be replaced by another and another. Because isn’t it so that the interest of the human brain often fades after reading or watching something a few times?? I’m sure that this isn’t the case for the man that is you. The wit, the excellence, the arrogance and the always returning I could give a crap mentality has served you well. Something that I cannot say about myself… but isn’t it that what’s so beautiful in expectations in general?? It can change in a blink of an eye.

He grins as he sees a few laughing young ladies having a great time before entering the hotel that he is staying as well. He knows very well that if he wants to that he can haunt them and find them in a few moments. Thankfully for them he has already fed and isn’t hungry for desert.

What was it again that Socrates said? Oh yes…, the secret of change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but building on the new.

I must admit that I had to think about that one for a while as we are all free to interpreted everything according to our own free will. But that’s where my curiosity kicks in Calvin…., is it all free?? I’m sure that you will gloat about nobody else dictates what you do, that you shall say and do whatever it is that you please and all for the fact that you wish to win.

Victory, it is such a delightful taste that will stay in your mouth for quite some time. Especially when you seem to be unbeatable… yes it seems Calvin, because I’m not going to start the rumor that you will remain unbeaten until the end of time. Because there is not such thing for humans as eternity. Something that will be made very clear after we had set foot inside that six sided ring.

He looks up, feeling the wind blow through his hair as he sighs. Closing his eyes for a few moments as he frees himself from any thought for a few moments.

Isn’t that just lovely? God it almost feels like you get swept off your feet and guided to whatever mysterious place that your imagination can come up with. But the problem is my dear friend, your imaginary place that is your unbeaten streak is just it is just that…. Imagination. A non realistic place where you wish to be at every single moment of your existence. And why? Because deep down inside your stinking heart you do not know what it is like to lose is it?? Hmmmm Calvin, what an experience it shall be for you when you open up your heart to sensations that are new to you. As if you feel the cold splash of water for the very first time when you jumped into the swimming pool. Waking up the senses that your body wasn’t prepared for to experience. Just like me beating your miserable life inside that ring. Something that you will not have any answer to, not any clue of what will happen next until it has already happened. But just like lava that swallows an entire city that was at the edge of a volcano… that it is already too late when you try escape. No more Calvin, no more escape. No more slipping things through these fingers of mine, while I just want to sink them deep into your flesh and do not want to let go until you served your purpose just like the piece of paper metaphor I remembered you about earlier. But I’m sure that you already moved on to the next thing that caught your eye, is it my brutality? Is it my thirst for more? Or the mere fact that I could care less what you will attempt to do?? You see, this is rebuilding part of the old that eventually turns the new into a forgotten whisper. A whisper that will often change in time.

Ever wondered why so many messengers during the middle ages were killed Calvin? Ever tried to tell a story to one person and have him tell it to another until the thirtieth person tells it to his friend and it has ended up into something completely different? It’s because people are stupid, people eventually pull a twist to something that already exists and make it their own. Just understand Calvin, when I’m done with you… there is nothing of you that I wish to make my own… except your misery, the pain that you had constantly upon your face as I continued to enjoy your inflicting suffering. You believe to have all the answers Calvin, but in the end it will turn out to the fact that you don’t even know THE ONE Question that matters. What is the meaning of life Calvin??

Oh I know that you don’t know.. the fact that you need to be dead to appreciate the essence of your stinking existence. But who knows, maybe I will show you forgiveness after beating you to an inch of your existence… maybe Calvin… just maybe….

With that the shot fades as we see Damia walk up to Dmitri from behind as she wraps her arms around him.