Looking up as the train rushed past another station, time seemed to slow, on the roof of Rockferry, a silhouette hung. Light flashed as the train blasted past, giving her the glimmer she had been waiting for. We locked eyes, I looked into the abyss.
And the abyss looked back.
‘Lawrence?’ I shook as everything rushed back to real time. Whirling my head in my seat I saw my teacher frowning down at me, ‘Are you all right?’ she asked, ‘Yes, of course Miss’ was my automatic reply. I stared down at my book, barely able to see the words, her eyes still superimposed upon my vision. I tried to get it out of my head, get rid of my knowing fear lashing through my bones. I had never seen her before, but I knew what she was.
And she knew me.
Those eyes, I had to focus, I began to read, burying myself in the story. Trying to escape those eyes, yet the more I thought about them brighter they flared in my mind. I felt a warm touch on my face, like a whisper from a lover. I jerked looking from my book once again as I felt the touch spread. My very flesh began to hum. All the while those eyes, grew, consuming every thought shutting off every avenue of evasion.
Panting I opened my eyes to glare at the page, willing them to do what had always come natural. Words the catalyst for the creation of a new world, one word followed another, wrapping me in my own imagination, blocking out the abyssal glare. Until I felt my attention shift, her power over me weakening.
I teetered as I felt her scream with frustration, between escape and her trap.
And so I plunged into my refuge.
I honestly cannot described what happened after that, how do you describe a dream?
With difficulty.
It was sublime. That’s the only word, that fits.
My body lay forgotten, and soon my memories unravelled till my life was gone and I embraced this new haven. My identity unravelled like clothing worn far too long.
And just like that, it was ripped away from me. I fell back into my body, my soul jammed once again next to a beating heart. Awareness ripped through me, torture, the slightest discomfort now agony after heaven.
Truly, Earth is the place where angels fear to tread; perfection is so much easier at the hand of God, than it is in a world half-fell.
I woke in my bed; a hand that pulsed in time with my heart lay on my cheek. I looked up into darkling eyes.
It was only when I turned my head I saw the vampire. He was gripping my hand with both of his. He looked to be nothing but an adolescent. Until you saw his eyes, I remember his hands feeling warm against mine and I could still feel the remnants of his power whispering through me. He was the one that had drawn me out of my fugue.
And that is all I remember of my one and only visit to heaven.
And the abyss looked back.
‘Lawrence?’ I shook as everything rushed back to real time. Whirling my head in my seat I saw my teacher frowning down at me, ‘Are you all right?’ she asked, ‘Yes, of course Miss’ was my automatic reply. I stared down at my book, barely able to see the words, her eyes still superimposed upon my vision. I tried to get it out of my head, get rid of my knowing fear lashing through my bones. I had never seen her before, but I knew what she was.
And she knew me.
Those eyes, I had to focus, I began to read, burying myself in the story. Trying to escape those eyes, yet the more I thought about them brighter they flared in my mind. I felt a warm touch on my face, like a whisper from a lover. I jerked looking from my book once again as I felt the touch spread. My very flesh began to hum. All the while those eyes, grew, consuming every thought shutting off every avenue of evasion.
Panting I opened my eyes to glare at the page, willing them to do what had always come natural. Words the catalyst for the creation of a new world, one word followed another, wrapping me in my own imagination, blocking out the abyssal glare. Until I felt my attention shift, her power over me weakening.
I teetered as I felt her scream with frustration, between escape and her trap.
And so I plunged into my refuge.
I honestly cannot described what happened after that, how do you describe a dream?
With difficulty.
It was sublime. That’s the only word, that fits.
My body lay forgotten, and soon my memories unravelled till my life was gone and I embraced this new haven. My identity unravelled like clothing worn far too long.
And just like that, it was ripped away from me. I fell back into my body, my soul jammed once again next to a beating heart. Awareness ripped through me, torture, the slightest discomfort now agony after heaven.
Truly, Earth is the place where angels fear to tread; perfection is so much easier at the hand of God, than it is in a world half-fell.
I woke in my bed; a hand that pulsed in time with my heart lay on my cheek. I looked up into darkling eyes.
It was only when I turned my head I saw the vampire. He was gripping my hand with both of his. He looked to be nothing but an adolescent. Until you saw his eyes, I remember his hands feeling warm against mine and I could still feel the remnants of his power whispering through me. He was the one that had drawn me out of my fugue.
And that is all I remember of my one and only visit to heaven.
