The Nosferat not only sucks the blood of the sleepers, but also can act as an incubus or succubus. It is the bastard offspring born dead and two people who are also illegal. Just been given burial comes to life and leaves his grave, never to return to it.
- Heinrich von Wlislocki
noticed Sophia in her hand frozen moisture seeping from the earth under your nails, and as he began to dig it up fresh rain aroma freshly fallen. The sensations were familiar, his memory still lingered so vivid, that all doubts were cleared and the conviction of doing what should be done spurred her to dig harder. The sense of déjà vu came over his mind and began to enter into an altered state of consciousness, which actually overlapped the dream that had recurred during the nights of his life, but had been reluctant to be remembered waking up three months ago.
In the dream was the mother, who lay in the clearing, cradling in her arms the Child. His eyes felt dry, despite rain fell strongly about it, from time to mourn and cry, her heart beat with passion fatigued by the long race in his legs felt shaky. Chapped lips approached the front of the Child, I knew cold, hard, for never was the flesh imbued life Cinderella. Carefully let the boy down, burying his hands in the damp earth, feeling under his nails, and dug relentlessly.
was never aware of sleep, because tomorrow Clement erased the nightmare of his memory, until a February afternoon the Countess came to his shop. This one, located in the vicinity of the tavern The Red Cup, near Portobello, apparently sold medicinal herbs and infusions, but was actually a cover for a more lucrative business. High London ladies came there, under the guise of a remedy for headaches or some homeopathic prescription from a dubious reputation, for other purposes in mind, and using different passwords to let you know Sophia, as a hand gesture or a significant look, as he had launched the Contessa. Recognizing this signal was passed behind the scenes, ensuring there have needed medicine to ward off prying eyes and ears and, once there, sat at a table covered with table cloths in bright colors on a red light and poor, and between vapor and exotic incense. She got out her Tarot cards, but were not necessary, and placed on the table and let his natural talent sound out the threads in the near future to respond to questions from the aristocrat. Sophia remembered, had always been told what would happen in the coming days, what time would do, and who would die, which had managed to conceal from the nuns who ran the orphanage where he grew up. That was when it happened: the maid of the Countess crossed the curtain, while Sophia went into a trance half fake. Shouted the word several times, pointing an accusing finger, and ran.
The Countess was forced to apologize, justifying it with the excuse that it was foreign, he put enough pounds to pay for three sessions, and went in search of his missing servant. Sophia did not realize until later, lost in the confusion that had occurred that cry while bouncing over and over again in his mind, awakening the dream in his memory.
When, hours later, he recovered from the impression, slowly uttered the word: Moroaică.
In the dream there were also shouting, but occurred before clearing in the forest. He remembered in a vague and fleeting moment as a way in the fog. Mother screamed, called her "whore" and "illegitimate", accused her of "sinner" and "vicious", "wife of demons" some said. The mother also cried, but she was screaming "please" and "let me", and above all prayed, "let him rest in holy ground." Child in his arms lay inert, as he was born. Faces severe and authoritarian flanked the door of a cemetery, preventing their passage to the cemetery, shouting "whore", "sinful", "bastard", "child of sin." And the most authoritative voice shouted then: "Never."
He was embarrassed when he stood before the gates of the mansion of the Countess. In his hands a package of paper full of spices, and the servants had told him a drug to his wife, Sophia Smith from the herbalist. Recognizing the signs given, Countess allowed to meet her, filled with a morbid curiosity of the idle bourgeoisie itself.
- What issues do you bring to my house, baby?
After initial reluctance, let your tongue Sophia pasted by shyness:
"I was looking at your maid, who came with you the other day.
- To this rude? Well, sorry, kid, but dismissed it haughtily replied the countess. To the disappointment of Sophia, he said -: But what did it?
"It was for that word you said in my shop ...
" Oh, yes, I questioned. In their language means witch or devil or something. Moldovan
stupid superstitious ... Knowing that eluded him the opportunity to know the mystery, Sophia collected more value in his life, and the Countess told everything about his dream. When he finished, looked down, blushing, while the Countess judge seemed to finally smile funny:
- I think I can help. You see, there is a woman, poor thing, is very ill. Has a very serious condition ... "He lowered his voice and then walked confidant nympho-Sophia-is then returned to its usual chatter -: Poor does not know his name, it seems that their parents were foreigners, some people or something Vlach well-fuss made by hand, suggesting how little that mattered. Then again in a confidential tone, he said -: As it happens, has the power to interpret dreams.
- "Where is she?
"I'll take you to it.
Not always, but some nights the mother remembered the Father. Not his face or his body, his hands just long slender fingers and sharp nails. I remember on his body, claiming for themselves the pleasure of Mother by right of conquest. Those nights Sophia rose even more confusing, is that fear that caused him shouting, to the despair of digging a grave for Mother and Child, inevitably joined the desire that the Father gave him, full of guilt.
who has enough money can go through any door, and doors of this asylum were no exception. The meager salary of carers and nurses in that den, hired more for his size and strength of their knowledge or ability in the care of patients, made them easy targets slush, and an illegal, hidden just in visits for more or less honest in the moonless nights, rather than conferring a considerable tip these guys. The way they came out dragging a huge chilling barking dog was an old acquaintance of the Countess, and did not hesitate in accepting the pounds delivered to open the door, and lead a good step towards the chosen cell. During a walk through the outdoor gardens gloomy and dark, Sophia stroked the dog's head before the keeper could warn him, receiving a loving lick from the dog.
"Be careful," he said doubtfully - in other circumstances would have ripped his hand. Not domesticated, the director preferred. Sophia
withdrew the teasing, not without feeling somewhat confused by the contrast between what happened and that predicted by the brutal nurse.
He tied the dog with a strong chain and, as they had gone, resumed its aggression imposed manic, deafening barking, which were heard despite entering the thick brick enclosure. The nurse walked briskly from the echoes of the empty halls, while the ladies continued to light the candle that he carried through a maze of giant metal doors open with his passkey. Gave a tiled hallway to the roof, with several bars interposed a blank wall and the other full of doors in which only highlighted the small windows. They had to stand in line, as far as possible away the ladies of the walls, where moisture and time had spun cobwebs of rust and dust from chipped tiles and porcelain fragments had fallen through which the waving antennae shooting. The metal was not in better condition, chipped green paint and rust revealing a hundred years.
"It's to prevent riots," said the nurse.
- What? Asked Sophia.
-aisles. Why are so narrow. It is easier to contain them as well.
was referring the sick, that while many were sleeping, others remained awake, so insistent scratching at the walls, raising litany, perhaps, not have any sense, or perhaps too much.
"It's in the visiting room, put it there when I told you was coming, but I doubt I get to get something today, is in one of his days.
"Do not worry, dear, we can get will be good," said the countess.
neared the end of the hall, a desperate cry and a loud knock at a door caused fear and distress the Countess Sophia. The nurse apologized and opened the door carefully, and came closing behind. Women just heard thuds, who preferred not to interpret, and asked no questions when the man left the room with skinned knuckles.
Finally reached the visiting room, a larger than others, where a grid of thick bars separating them from a woman who was hiding in the corners of the cell.
-Las leave you alone, come back in half an hour, no matter what happens.
"Okay, dear, until now. Staying
alone were able to study better the woman. I was curled up, his hands hidden between his legs, covered by a shirt patched with sweat stains and other less identifiable, and hid in a head shoulders small, round, gray hair matted and greasy. The Countess was struck and, returning his body, they discovered that his hands were lost in his crotch. His face crumpled and thin, consumptive yellow and covered in sweat, only reflected the absence.
"We need to interpret a dream," said the countess.
did not seem to listen, but when I tried to repeat the phrase, a shrill cry was born from his throat and, in crescendo, became a desperate cry while rolling threw to the ground, hands grasping the knees, and head banging wall rhythmically.
- Why? "She sobbed.
I do not think this is good idea, "said Sophia.
"Oh, do not worry, sometimes it's so. You ask.
"I want you back, still crying, oblivious to the conversation across the fence. Sophia
approached her, intending to ask the meaning of the dream, but the patient suddenly rose to four feet, and in this guise he went to one of the walls, where they leaned back and began to ascend.
"I want ... I want you back again ..." he repeated.
- Who? -Sophia could not help asking.
-entered my room security night, and took my virtue with your tongue black.
He approached the fence, still whispering.
ice His hands deflowered my breasts put her hands to her breasts, caressing them - my neck, his right hand clenched in his throat - "I left all went down the curve of the belly, and was a claw -. groin Endorsed me for thirty nights, from a full moon to another. Took
bars with both hands, drooping eyelids fluttering and restless tongue licking.
"I felt his blood flow through my lips, and felt my body being taken away from me. Fell
its desperate voice in a shrill, almost a squeak of rodent. He cocked his head, rubbing against the cold metal, leaving traces of rust on his sweaty forehead.
- I became a woman thirty times every night during a full moon! Suddenly roared, throwing a fuss with his hands and left again.
"We better go," suggested the countess.
"Nine months ..." continued the woman whispered, kneeling now in the middle of his cell, where the moonlight drew a dry pond and spectral-, nine months passed after the last full moon, and the seed grew on me it grew on me. And I wanted more, wanted more nights with him, wanted to return his hands and his cock, his cock much missed! He never returned.
"This is too obscene for a girl like you, we go! "Said the countess, taking the hand of Sophia, who refused to leave, haunted by the story of the unnamed woman.
-and spent nine months, and no man or woman born of my womb and seed, because there was a man who visited me was Nosferat. A shiver of recognition
walked back to Sophia, who released the countess's hand, grabbed the bars tightly, and approached his face as possible to the prostrate woman to ask
- What were you born?
The woman turned, still kneeling, one hand touching their private parts repeatedly.
"It's never enough ..." she thought to herself, with eyes and eyelids quivering - it is never enough when you've been touched by the Nosferat-panted incessantly.
- I was born! Cried even harder.
The woman opened her eyes, smiled sadly, and looking somewhere beyond the regions of men, replied:
-Moroaică.
When Mother finished burying Child, hear the howls, and wolves appeared. There were many weak and sickly, desperate and therefore more dangerous. His eyes were blood thirsty, and their tongues hanging anticipatory drool. Mother had no more strength to resist, and without mercy or leniency fell on her, tearing skin, tore her breasts, thighs and face, devouring the hot meat and entrails, and blood was shed on the earth removed. And until the body was not destroyed in the clearing, Sophia could not wake up, between sweating and palpitations, his nightmare. Could
discover days later, the apparent origin of the woman. Those who assumed his parents came from a village in the Carpathians, in an adjacent region indicate whether anyone knew belonged to Wallachia and Transylvania, but everyone wanted to claim for itself. Countess Thanking your help, and selling the entire contents of his tent, packed a knapsack with single that launched an arduous journey. In those days the Turkish and Russian empires vied for the lands of Wallachia and Moldavia, while among the peasants of the village was born a revolutionary seed, which threatened to popular uprisings and bloodshed, and the rest of Europe was trying to impose peace offices and treated without much success. Convulsive being the situation, and so difficult to access the steep hills, it took time and suffering to reach, eventually, to a humble little town, lost among forests and gorges. It received a warm welcome, but not the expected. He walked through the deserted streets, watching the houses with exotic architecture, sharp and tapering roof and could see the cemetery. From the moment in which he acknowledged the stones of the tombs, and trembled waiting to hear the screams and family, knew he was right, and a primal instinct led him into the woods as the sun went down, dragging it hopelessly into the clearing from his nightmares.
feeling your fingers something hard in their excavation, and land starting his loot in his hands was a pale child smile: small, delicate skull of a long dead body. The dream he was struck on the eve, just where it had always done, with Mother lying on the ground, dead and broken. The wolves were gone, and the body in the open was shaken by the violence of the rain, dragging with it the blood spilled, leaking into the earth, filtering through the rocks and roots, soaking the Child. And the child opened his eyes. Sophia
When he awoke, he hoped the wolves, but this was not a dream. Around him were gathered at least seven beasts of gray fur black and dirty, whose uneasy gasps and steps around her and approached. From their mouths gaping white mist came a whiff of putrid with each breath, as pink tongues hanging pendulous, or contracted licking hungry jaws. Yet, no one was afraid, but rather, a peace that can only come from the harshness of reality. Now I knew I could, and in an authoritative voice said: "Go
.
All obeyed except one. The biggest of all. Hidden before the rest of the pack, now Sophia could see that it was a monstrous creature, perhaps hound of Hades, and not of flesh and bone. His shaggy black hair was whipped by the wind, and his eyes were brighter than any living creature. Standing on two legs, and there was no wolf, but man, his hair covering his body were skins, but his eyes shone likewise.
"My skull in your hands and my blood in your veins," he greeted the creature.
- Who are you? Sophia asked, knowing the answer.
"I have no name because I was never baptized. I have no family, because I am an illegitimate child of illegitimate parents. It was not the milk from my mother who nursed me, but her blood did not sleep in crib made by man, but in moist soil between the roots of this forest. I was buried dead and resurfaced alive. People know me as Nosferat.
- Are you my father? "Cried a bitter tear.
"You're my seed unholy daughter, yes.
- What am I? "Strongly embraced the small skull, as if he could give warmth of his chest with that gesture. "You Moroaică
.
- And what does that mean?
"That is our night. Arise, Moroaică, give me your hand, and conquer the night. Sophia
rose from the ground, dropping the skull to the hole to be his eternal rest. He approached the figure, and took the cold hand with long fingers that tended. Then he remembered for the first time how to fly, and the soil off your feet. At the end was where it should be, under the protection of silvery moon and surrounded by the cold breath of the night.
"Soon the armies of the East, crosses and crescents alike massacred the revolution," said Nosferat -. Will be time for vermin and scavengers, there will be blood and meat for all, will be a great feast.
"Yes," Sophia - I can see it, father.
And so delicious looking meal left them.
- Heinrich von Wlislocki
noticed Sophia in her hand frozen moisture seeping from the earth under your nails, and as he began to dig it up fresh rain aroma freshly fallen. The sensations were familiar, his memory still lingered so vivid, that all doubts were cleared and the conviction of doing what should be done spurred her to dig harder. The sense of déjà vu came over his mind and began to enter into an altered state of consciousness, which actually overlapped the dream that had recurred during the nights of his life, but had been reluctant to be remembered waking up three months ago.
In the dream was the mother, who lay in the clearing, cradling in her arms the Child. His eyes felt dry, despite rain fell strongly about it, from time to mourn and cry, her heart beat with passion fatigued by the long race in his legs felt shaky. Chapped lips approached the front of the Child, I knew cold, hard, for never was the flesh imbued life Cinderella. Carefully let the boy down, burying his hands in the damp earth, feeling under his nails, and dug relentlessly.
was never aware of sleep, because tomorrow Clement erased the nightmare of his memory, until a February afternoon the Countess came to his shop. This one, located in the vicinity of the tavern The Red Cup, near Portobello, apparently sold medicinal herbs and infusions, but was actually a cover for a more lucrative business. High London ladies came there, under the guise of a remedy for headaches or some homeopathic prescription from a dubious reputation, for other purposes in mind, and using different passwords to let you know Sophia, as a hand gesture or a significant look, as he had launched the Contessa. Recognizing this signal was passed behind the scenes, ensuring there have needed medicine to ward off prying eyes and ears and, once there, sat at a table covered with table cloths in bright colors on a red light and poor, and between vapor and exotic incense. She got out her Tarot cards, but were not necessary, and placed on the table and let his natural talent sound out the threads in the near future to respond to questions from the aristocrat. Sophia remembered, had always been told what would happen in the coming days, what time would do, and who would die, which had managed to conceal from the nuns who ran the orphanage where he grew up. That was when it happened: the maid of the Countess crossed the curtain, while Sophia went into a trance half fake. Shouted the word several times, pointing an accusing finger, and ran.
The Countess was forced to apologize, justifying it with the excuse that it was foreign, he put enough pounds to pay for three sessions, and went in search of his missing servant. Sophia did not realize until later, lost in the confusion that had occurred that cry while bouncing over and over again in his mind, awakening the dream in his memory.
When, hours later, he recovered from the impression, slowly uttered the word: Moroaică.
In the dream there were also shouting, but occurred before clearing in the forest. He remembered in a vague and fleeting moment as a way in the fog. Mother screamed, called her "whore" and "illegitimate", accused her of "sinner" and "vicious", "wife of demons" some said. The mother also cried, but she was screaming "please" and "let me", and above all prayed, "let him rest in holy ground." Child in his arms lay inert, as he was born. Faces severe and authoritarian flanked the door of a cemetery, preventing their passage to the cemetery, shouting "whore", "sinful", "bastard", "child of sin." And the most authoritative voice shouted then: "Never."
He was embarrassed when he stood before the gates of the mansion of the Countess. In his hands a package of paper full of spices, and the servants had told him a drug to his wife, Sophia Smith from the herbalist. Recognizing the signs given, Countess allowed to meet her, filled with a morbid curiosity of the idle bourgeoisie itself.
- What issues do you bring to my house, baby?
After initial reluctance, let your tongue Sophia pasted by shyness:
"I was looking at your maid, who came with you the other day.
- To this rude? Well, sorry, kid, but dismissed it haughtily replied the countess. To the disappointment of Sophia, he said -: But what did it?
"It was for that word you said in my shop ...
" Oh, yes, I questioned. In their language means witch or devil or something. Moldovan
stupid superstitious ... Knowing that eluded him the opportunity to know the mystery, Sophia collected more value in his life, and the Countess told everything about his dream. When he finished, looked down, blushing, while the Countess judge seemed to finally smile funny:
- I think I can help. You see, there is a woman, poor thing, is very ill. Has a very serious condition ... "He lowered his voice and then walked confidant nympho-Sophia-is then returned to its usual chatter -: Poor does not know his name, it seems that their parents were foreigners, some people or something Vlach well-fuss made by hand, suggesting how little that mattered. Then again in a confidential tone, he said -: As it happens, has the power to interpret dreams.
- "Where is she?
"I'll take you to it.
Not always, but some nights the mother remembered the Father. Not his face or his body, his hands just long slender fingers and sharp nails. I remember on his body, claiming for themselves the pleasure of Mother by right of conquest. Those nights Sophia rose even more confusing, is that fear that caused him shouting, to the despair of digging a grave for Mother and Child, inevitably joined the desire that the Father gave him, full of guilt.
who has enough money can go through any door, and doors of this asylum were no exception. The meager salary of carers and nurses in that den, hired more for his size and strength of their knowledge or ability in the care of patients, made them easy targets slush, and an illegal, hidden just in visits for more or less honest in the moonless nights, rather than conferring a considerable tip these guys. The way they came out dragging a huge chilling barking dog was an old acquaintance of the Countess, and did not hesitate in accepting the pounds delivered to open the door, and lead a good step towards the chosen cell. During a walk through the outdoor gardens gloomy and dark, Sophia stroked the dog's head before the keeper could warn him, receiving a loving lick from the dog.
"Be careful," he said doubtfully - in other circumstances would have ripped his hand. Not domesticated, the director preferred. Sophia
withdrew the teasing, not without feeling somewhat confused by the contrast between what happened and that predicted by the brutal nurse.
He tied the dog with a strong chain and, as they had gone, resumed its aggression imposed manic, deafening barking, which were heard despite entering the thick brick enclosure. The nurse walked briskly from the echoes of the empty halls, while the ladies continued to light the candle that he carried through a maze of giant metal doors open with his passkey. Gave a tiled hallway to the roof, with several bars interposed a blank wall and the other full of doors in which only highlighted the small windows. They had to stand in line, as far as possible away the ladies of the walls, where moisture and time had spun cobwebs of rust and dust from chipped tiles and porcelain fragments had fallen through which the waving antennae shooting. The metal was not in better condition, chipped green paint and rust revealing a hundred years.
"It's to prevent riots," said the nurse.
- What? Asked Sophia.
-aisles. Why are so narrow. It is easier to contain them as well.
was referring the sick, that while many were sleeping, others remained awake, so insistent scratching at the walls, raising litany, perhaps, not have any sense, or perhaps too much.
"It's in the visiting room, put it there when I told you was coming, but I doubt I get to get something today, is in one of his days.
"Do not worry, dear, we can get will be good," said the countess.
neared the end of the hall, a desperate cry and a loud knock at a door caused fear and distress the Countess Sophia. The nurse apologized and opened the door carefully, and came closing behind. Women just heard thuds, who preferred not to interpret, and asked no questions when the man left the room with skinned knuckles.
Finally reached the visiting room, a larger than others, where a grid of thick bars separating them from a woman who was hiding in the corners of the cell.
-Las leave you alone, come back in half an hour, no matter what happens.
"Okay, dear, until now. Staying
alone were able to study better the woman. I was curled up, his hands hidden between his legs, covered by a shirt patched with sweat stains and other less identifiable, and hid in a head shoulders small, round, gray hair matted and greasy. The Countess was struck and, returning his body, they discovered that his hands were lost in his crotch. His face crumpled and thin, consumptive yellow and covered in sweat, only reflected the absence.
"We need to interpret a dream," said the countess.
did not seem to listen, but when I tried to repeat the phrase, a shrill cry was born from his throat and, in crescendo, became a desperate cry while rolling threw to the ground, hands grasping the knees, and head banging wall rhythmically.
- Why? "She sobbed.
I do not think this is good idea, "said Sophia.
"Oh, do not worry, sometimes it's so. You ask.
"I want you back, still crying, oblivious to the conversation across the fence. Sophia
approached her, intending to ask the meaning of the dream, but the patient suddenly rose to four feet, and in this guise he went to one of the walls, where they leaned back and began to ascend.
"I want ... I want you back again ..." he repeated.
- Who? -Sophia could not help asking.
-entered my room security night, and took my virtue with your tongue black.
He approached the fence, still whispering.
ice His hands deflowered my breasts put her hands to her breasts, caressing them - my neck, his right hand clenched in his throat - "I left all went down the curve of the belly, and was a claw -. groin Endorsed me for thirty nights, from a full moon to another. Took
bars with both hands, drooping eyelids fluttering and restless tongue licking.
"I felt his blood flow through my lips, and felt my body being taken away from me. Fell
its desperate voice in a shrill, almost a squeak of rodent. He cocked his head, rubbing against the cold metal, leaving traces of rust on his sweaty forehead.
- I became a woman thirty times every night during a full moon! Suddenly roared, throwing a fuss with his hands and left again.
"We better go," suggested the countess.
"Nine months ..." continued the woman whispered, kneeling now in the middle of his cell, where the moonlight drew a dry pond and spectral-, nine months passed after the last full moon, and the seed grew on me it grew on me. And I wanted more, wanted more nights with him, wanted to return his hands and his cock, his cock much missed! He never returned.
"This is too obscene for a girl like you, we go! "Said the countess, taking the hand of Sophia, who refused to leave, haunted by the story of the unnamed woman.
-and spent nine months, and no man or woman born of my womb and seed, because there was a man who visited me was Nosferat. A shiver of recognition
walked back to Sophia, who released the countess's hand, grabbed the bars tightly, and approached his face as possible to the prostrate woman to ask
- What were you born?
The woman turned, still kneeling, one hand touching their private parts repeatedly.
"It's never enough ..." she thought to herself, with eyes and eyelids quivering - it is never enough when you've been touched by the Nosferat-panted incessantly.
- I was born! Cried even harder.
The woman opened her eyes, smiled sadly, and looking somewhere beyond the regions of men, replied:
-Moroaică.
When Mother finished burying Child, hear the howls, and wolves appeared. There were many weak and sickly, desperate and therefore more dangerous. His eyes were blood thirsty, and their tongues hanging anticipatory drool. Mother had no more strength to resist, and without mercy or leniency fell on her, tearing skin, tore her breasts, thighs and face, devouring the hot meat and entrails, and blood was shed on the earth removed. And until the body was not destroyed in the clearing, Sophia could not wake up, between sweating and palpitations, his nightmare. Could
discover days later, the apparent origin of the woman. Those who assumed his parents came from a village in the Carpathians, in an adjacent region indicate whether anyone knew belonged to Wallachia and Transylvania, but everyone wanted to claim for itself. Countess Thanking your help, and selling the entire contents of his tent, packed a knapsack with single that launched an arduous journey. In those days the Turkish and Russian empires vied for the lands of Wallachia and Moldavia, while among the peasants of the village was born a revolutionary seed, which threatened to popular uprisings and bloodshed, and the rest of Europe was trying to impose peace offices and treated without much success. Convulsive being the situation, and so difficult to access the steep hills, it took time and suffering to reach, eventually, to a humble little town, lost among forests and gorges. It received a warm welcome, but not the expected. He walked through the deserted streets, watching the houses with exotic architecture, sharp and tapering roof and could see the cemetery. From the moment in which he acknowledged the stones of the tombs, and trembled waiting to hear the screams and family, knew he was right, and a primal instinct led him into the woods as the sun went down, dragging it hopelessly into the clearing from his nightmares.
feeling your fingers something hard in their excavation, and land starting his loot in his hands was a pale child smile: small, delicate skull of a long dead body. The dream he was struck on the eve, just where it had always done, with Mother lying on the ground, dead and broken. The wolves were gone, and the body in the open was shaken by the violence of the rain, dragging with it the blood spilled, leaking into the earth, filtering through the rocks and roots, soaking the Child. And the child opened his eyes. Sophia
When he awoke, he hoped the wolves, but this was not a dream. Around him were gathered at least seven beasts of gray fur black and dirty, whose uneasy gasps and steps around her and approached. From their mouths gaping white mist came a whiff of putrid with each breath, as pink tongues hanging pendulous, or contracted licking hungry jaws. Yet, no one was afraid, but rather, a peace that can only come from the harshness of reality. Now I knew I could, and in an authoritative voice said: "Go
.
All obeyed except one. The biggest of all. Hidden before the rest of the pack, now Sophia could see that it was a monstrous creature, perhaps hound of Hades, and not of flesh and bone. His shaggy black hair was whipped by the wind, and his eyes were brighter than any living creature. Standing on two legs, and there was no wolf, but man, his hair covering his body were skins, but his eyes shone likewise.
"My skull in your hands and my blood in your veins," he greeted the creature.
- Who are you? Sophia asked, knowing the answer.
"I have no name because I was never baptized. I have no family, because I am an illegitimate child of illegitimate parents. It was not the milk from my mother who nursed me, but her blood did not sleep in crib made by man, but in moist soil between the roots of this forest. I was buried dead and resurfaced alive. People know me as Nosferat.
- Are you my father? "Cried a bitter tear.
"You're my seed unholy daughter, yes.
- What am I? "Strongly embraced the small skull, as if he could give warmth of his chest with that gesture. "You Moroaică
.
- And what does that mean?
"That is our night. Arise, Moroaică, give me your hand, and conquer the night. Sophia
rose from the ground, dropping the skull to the hole to be his eternal rest. He approached the figure, and took the cold hand with long fingers that tended. Then he remembered for the first time how to fly, and the soil off your feet. At the end was where it should be, under the protection of silvery moon and surrounded by the cold breath of the night.
"Soon the armies of the East, crosses and crescents alike massacred the revolution," said Nosferat -. Will be time for vermin and scavengers, there will be blood and meat for all, will be a great feast.
"Yes," Sophia - I can see it, father.
And so delicious looking meal left them.
Part of the anthology "Pumpkins in the Storage: Burials "
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