It Is Over Now

That Rice woman and her silly LeStat – that amoral and egocentric joke of a literary vampire who was so wont to call this Death a ‘Dark Gift’! Had she only known that to be this creature – this blot on the face of mankind – is to be separated wholly and fully from God, she would have thought twice about portraying an aristocratic, boorish nosferatu who was no more than a womanizer and a killer glorified to hero status.

Alas, what is an author to do but to seek monetary gain from her works?

It is hell that I endure. I wander the streets each night, hoping only to avoid human contact. But these silly creatures, they are so trusting. They seem to lack the common sense that should tell them when approaching a creature in the shadows – though he may possess human form and function – that he is a plague to be run from!

I must say, their rudeness almost suits them today. Rarely is it that any of these beings offer help to even the most pitiful looking of creatures. I have found that my talent of manipulating what the human mind sees is of little value to me these days. No matter whether I coerce them to see me as a poor, decrepit homeless man or the perfect specimen of undead that I am, rare is it indeed that I am offered help for the ailments I convince them to see. Still, it takes little more than vocal contact to enact the sensory organs they possess that make them wish to reach out and at least ask the matter with me. It is then that I am forced by an overwhelming thirst to strike – and strike I do. The vengeance that I seek has little to do with them. Yet, I must strike at what enables me to find even the most fleeting moments of peace.

The days have passed as such for centuries. I have seen this mortal man grow (and equally shrink) to an intellectual status that affords them much progress, but denies them the most basic of recognitions within of the Thing they most need. They have seemingly – by process of reason and lack of faith – omitted God from their daily lives entirely. Strange that a creature such as I, blotted from God’s gaze for so long as I shall exist in this form, am becoming one of the few to possess a knowledge that is beyond reason. By hellish omission from his gaze, I know without shadow that there is a God. Indeed, He has seemingly cursed me to a life of living, breathing hell by allowing me to suffer the undying death that has rendered me physically immortal.

But these centuries have given me wisdom. Though I possess the immortal spirit of Vampire, I grow with each hellish moment to realize that, for all of the power I possess, one moment with the God Jehovah, the Christ who is all-in-all to the final purpose of man, would be worth the centuries in which I have possessed the undying regenerative abilities that encompass this form. It is in this wisdom that I have made my final decision: I shall end this hell and ask the Only True God to forgive me – for mine was never the choice to deny Him. No, I was not given the choice to accept His love. My choice to be Undead and accursed from His gaze was thrust upon me one night, centuries ago, by the same thirst that I possess. Only the Original Thirst that possessed the one who changed me did not perceive (as I do) that the power given rivals not the eternal sanctification of a God so loving, so true, and so pure.

Today, I see the Son for the first time, and I see Night for the last.

I still remember the last time I saw the sun. I will never forget. It is this memory that I shall reconstruct to seek the Redemption the Father offers.

I stand upon the beach now, awaiting the Son and the sun, which will offer me the final rest from the hell I walk within. Here it comes! What beauty there is within the orange light that leads me to the purest Light of all!

I feel my flesh, for lack of any other word to describe my skeletal covering, begin to burn. The pain is excruciating, yet somehow peaceful. I know what follows, and it is worth more to me than a thousand days of my skin scorching so! Dear Heavenly Father, I became a dark blot upon your creation, feeding and continuing my life on the creatures which you so lovingly created. I ask your forgiveness! I ask that You look beyond the sins I have committed. I tell you forthright that I have killed, I have destroyed, and I have run from The Light for centuries! But I have never denied Your Presence! I have never willfully uttered an unkind word toward You. Would you take me back? Could you?

I feel my flesh as it burns and disintegrates! I feel the change within my soul, as I wander from the fields of Hell and Undead, into the arms of Christ. He accepts me! He forgives me! My hell is over, for I now go home, into the bosom of Christ who has washed away all my sin with His own blood! How ironic that the one thing I have sought for centuries has freed me from my undead hell! Christ be praised! Christ be lifted up and exalted. It is over, for I go now. Goodbye, Hell!