Masquerade of the Cursed Souls. (Love)

We were born the same year. But at my fifth summer I was cursed to stay a young girl trapped in her 20’s forever. Yet my soul was growing older. My friend was growing up. My name is Ritasha by the way. Anyway I was becoming a beautiful teenager. Kind, caring and handsome. And every day my heart aged and my love for him grew stronger. We were friends, but we could never be lovers, could we? He had reached the age to marry a girl. Of course he had to marry a girl. No one would allow him to marry a poor girl not from a royal class.. Especially not a peasant girl who was trapped in the body of a peasant woman not looking glamorous. Yet this didn’t stop me from confessing my love to him on the night before his wedding. He kissed me gently, a real gentleman he was, before we ran away. Vanished into the night. He and I. It was magical but hard. We had to pretend I was his cousin.  He grew older, now he had to pretend to be my grandfather. No one could know. We kept our secret hidden. He took it into his grave. My beloved friend, my everything. I still miss him every day. Even though it has been almost a hundred years since he passed away. I wish I could join him in death. But I am a vampire. Doomed to live forever. My heart is devoted to him, empty for anything else. My soul is old. My body young. Oh when, when will I pass away. Someone please set me free. My time to die has arrived. But I can not die yet because I still long for my one true love. I will wait as long as it takes to see him again as I drink from my last living being, I am drawn to my last sorrow filled memories. This all happened to fast; I could not stop my self from devouring my beloved. Now he has been banished to the fiery depths that is Hell. My love has left me, My lust now has control; As his father approaches me with a stake, I am ready to be banished into a world of black, my body to dust does it lay. With my broken heart and final tears, forever preserved in nothing but memories. Our ring lay, still wrapped in my bony mind that has died. I am nothing but a monster; I am the vampire. But I can not die yet because I still long for my one true love. I will wait as long as it takes to see him again as I drink from my last living being, I am drawn to my last sorrow filled memories.

Centuries has passed and I got invited to a Masquerade that was for vampires only. Not knowing what to expect, I got in my best garments and I went to the event where I was so amazed at everyone dancing I decided to join in myself.

A vivid spectacle of bodies moving in harmony. They spun and swayed and smiled as one to the sound of The Vampire Masquerade. A golden sheen befell the hall through the splinters of light that caught the gems on the chandelier and showered the guests with a honey dew. Magnificent floral pieces of pashmina and satin sheathed the blushing ladies while the ebony suited men braved their hearts and lead their counter-parts in the waltz. Among them stood one apart from the rest. With his royal blue jacket and dark grey trousers, and eyes that shone like a cat on a throne; he was seen in glimpses here and there. Some saw him dancing with a dame while others fell their gaze at the figure watching them from above, on the higher balcony; wherever he was his eyes remained fixed on one which was me. He wore an emerald suite, iridescent with embroidered gems. His eyes, blue like a stormy ocean, shot arrows of supremacy at any fool who dared to look. He entrance every woman who seemed ever so desperate to be acquainted with him. Through the beating maze of masked phantoms he made his way to me. Swift and sure I felt his beating heart since he got closer; we were both challenging each other’s every movement with our own. He was a breath away from me and he then whispers in my ear, “I have returned Ritasha?” I gasped, for I couldn’t believe it was my long lost loved. I was in shocked but I knew it was very real when he
put his lips on my neck ,softly kissing me and then he spins me around and says I’m “Vlad, my dear. But around here they seem to call me Dracula and I missed you and we never be away from each other ever again, because I’m immortal just like you, when you killed me on that fatal day and turned me into a vampire. I smiled and we both said we that we loved each other and we danced the night away into eternity while we feasted on the blood on our victim covered in a bloody romantic dancing spectacle.

Ritasha & Vlad Forever Into Eternity

Masquerade of the Cursed Souls. (Love)