The bare, swinging light bulb transfixed Solstice's gaze, though nobody
would have noticed, even if there had been anyone around.
Her startling blank white eyes watched the twirling light as it's steady
circling motion ground to a halt, which prompted her into a regretful sigh.
She could spend an eternity here, that was the problem. No- the
problem was that she probably would. Locked in here- nothing to drink,
nothing to hopr for, nothing to do. Why was it that she was treated this way?
Nobody understood vampires, but that was their loss.
Solstice dusted off her grimy quasi modern-victorian style dress and
struggled to discifer the difference between it's dank grey and the perpetual
black of her surroundings. She gave up and played with a rusted piece of
metal which, years ago, could quite possibly have been a circular saw, and
accidently nicked a gaunt white finger in the process.
She muttered to herself and awaited with baited breath for the blood to
rise through her skin and exit the minature wound before she began sucking.
This was a welcome relief. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the
euphoria- in the twisted gorgeousness of the moment, then quickly stopped
sucking as she realised what she was doing. If she had carried on, perhaps the
end result could have been catalohued as one of the most bizzare suicides of
all time, if it isn't paradoxical to suck yourself dry.
But Solstice didn't want to kill herself. She stood up and kicked a few
misculainious chunks of metal around to allow herself space. She had been in
here- this makeshift cell- for what couldn't have been more than a couple of
hours, but already she was bored out of her brain. You'd have thought that
after thousands of years, she would have learned the art of patience.
She measured the distance from the murky, puddle filled floor to the
light bulb cable with her hand, then the distance from there to the barely
sufficient wire hatch above. She sat down on some huge old industrial relic
and put her head in her hands. It was hopeless. She was already
doomed for eternity. Doomed and imprisoned; that was even worse.
She had been abducted last night as she took a short cut to... wherever
she was going; she couldn't quite recall now. Members of some strange cult
had cornered her and dragged her off kicking and screaming; well, kicking
and biting, to this underground hideout of theirs. They had meant
to hypnotise her or something and had been going on about sacrificial
blood letting. They were neo-Aztecs, they said, whatever that was, and needed
the freely given blood of an innocent to keep their god happy. Now, Solstice
wasn't averse to the odd bit of blood letting herself, but why let the stuff go to
waste? She supposed that when the cultists saw a little fifteen year old girl
wandering through their home patch in the middle of the night, they thought
they had struck gold. It was only after they had bundled her off to their
sunterranean sanctum that they had notcied her eyes... This little girl
was far from innocent.
So her she was- discarded. Left to rot deep underground with nothing
to do and no way out. Surrounded by the debris of a bygone industrial age.
Locked in this tiny dungeon with the only possible exit way, way up there-
way, way out of her reach.
Hell, sometimes she just wished the sun would pop out of an opening
in the clouds and swallow her. Not much chance of that down here.
Sample Story Four, Part Two
CHARACTER PORTRAITS FOR CHARACTERS FROM 'THE COMPENDIUM'
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