BLOOD LEGACIES

The air kissed my skin, the fresh smell of the wild, the dead leaves. The coldness against my skin. And it was eerily silent. So quiet that I can’t even hear my heartbeat or the pumping of my veins. I couldn’t hear the sound of my breathing too and it was almost like I wasn’t respiring at all.

I can’t remember the last time I dream walked, I haven’t since I was turned. I thought it was part of my power that was lost to me when I gained an immortal body... but it seems like I was wrong. It seems like my dream walk abilities still stayed with me because that is the only explanation for why I was suddenly in a dying woods instead of the plane I was just a mere minute ago. I should be on the plane as we head back to Juneau and I don’t recall finding my way into the woods.

This isn’t real.

My eyes scanned the area, it was lifeless and the falling dead leaves from the trees made it seem like a scene straight out of a horror movie. I could feel my heartbeat pounding against my chest but I couldn’t hear it. I looked down at my feet buried in the dead leaves but I couldn’t hear my footsteps as I walked through them. Is this really dream walking? This place doesn’t feel or seem familiar to me. Then why am I here? This haunting place smells of nothing but death.

The cold wind suddenly came and a chill shot up my spine. Suddenly it felt like I could feel someone breathing down my neck. The hairs at the back of my neck stood alert and I twirled my eyes searching the empty woods.

"Hello?" I said but I don’t hear my own voice which only makes it more creepy. I begin to rethink the situation. Whatever this is, I need to wake up. I didn’t know how to wake up after being pulled into this so I ran further into the woods hoping that I would find an end. There is always an end... I just have to reach it.

The air got thicker, so thick that I could see the fog, black fog covering the area, leading towards a path, like it was calling to me. Without having a second thought I followed where the dark fog led and then I saw it, just across the river were shadows assembled in a hooded being, it’s formless but the way the shadows wrapped around it looked like a hooded being, it eerily and it got my heart thundering in my chest.

Just from here, I can feel how fear of the unknown grips me, that shadow is not just random. It’s something. Something dark, something lifeless. It feels like doom. and Suddenly there were hushed whispers of words I couldn’t follow, speaking directly to my ears. Increased by volume and speed until it felt like something was being conjured.

And then I saw her.

I could tell it was her because of her hair and body. She stood in the embrace of the shadow, now holding a scythe, the shadow cloaked her like a blanket of comfort. I had a strange feeling that if I was one there instead of her my soul would have sucked out. But she stood without trepidation but that didn’t stop me from agonizing for her sake.

That is death. She will die if she stays there longer. It was inevitable.