Within My Grasp
<I open my eyes to all white … was I finally home at the Sanctuary or was this ultimately the Fade? Tears start to fill my eyes as I cry in relief. I was able to take a deep breath and feel relief that my time in incarceration had ended and I could join my other sisters in the Fade.
I come up to stand, I look around and see the Scribe VIrgin’s beautiful fountain with her colorful birds and I realized that I am at the Scribe Virgin’s private quarters. Normally we were not really allowed this close to her quarters unless we were summoned. So it made me wondered how I came to this holy place. As I turn to see if I can locate the Directrix to inquire about my presence that I suddenly a figure swathed in black robe glowing with light underneath approaching that I immediately bent down low and kneeled and waited to be addresses as was custom.>
“Ah, my precious Chosen, you must be wondering as to why you have arrived here this day.” <In the Old Language, I quietly made my only reply.> Tis an honor in itself to be in your presence, for I am before thee with faithfulness and adoration.
<I could hear her angelic sigh as she lifted my head with a delicate hand that the force of which could not be denied.> “Such loveliness. I’m truly sorry about all that you have suffered but it is not your time yet …
<I could feel the tears fall from my eyes as my cheeks were wet and the droplets fell on my robe. How could this be? Why could I not end my trepidation? Of course, as always, I could not ask any questions. Not to the mystical force that created the vampire race.>
“I cannot reveal as to what awaits you, but I must send you back … stay strong and know that you have a purpose and it will be unveiled. The struggle you’re in today is developing the strength you will need for tomorrow. It’s not time for you yet.”
<I tried not to burst out crying and vehemently protest against her, I could barely breath anymore as I gasp for breath to try to control my anger, my anxiety, my fear … I felt my heart pound frantically against my chest, my ears were ringing and my body was vibrating. But I had no time to even contemplate all the chaotic emotions as I felt metallic taste in my mouth. I tried not to swallow but I had no choice. As biological reflexes take over and my fangs descend without any thought, I could feel the blood run down my throat and absorb into my cells and tissues.
I could feel my soul slam back into my body at a jerk. I opened my eyes to view the dirt ceiling, the wetness of the cold stones on the ground and my heart just sinks. I feel the tears return and turn away from my rhalman, my treacherous savior, and cried.>
