Abcynthia's Dark Realm

     I am Hesperus. Once I was an angel in heaven. In ontediluvian times. I forseek my station and followed the angel of light to earth. There I was his right hand. I commanded all the armies of demons and Nephelim.
    I had no equal and was trusted with everything. Mankind was Forced to bow low before us or suffer the most violent of deaths. Lucifer had many wives. He would fool them into believing that they would be marriying one of the true sons of God.
Little did they know their frail bodies would be unable to satisfy all of his wicked urges. One day a messanger brought news of a woman so strangly fair that he immediately dispatched me to find and bring her to him.
    I found her inhabiting a cave on the banks of the Mediterranean. I was not prepared for what I found. She was the most beautiful of daughters of man. Her pale skin, long dark hair, violet eyes and mildly gount features commended attention.
I knew the very instant I saw her that I would not be taking her to Lucifer. Not a single one of us were good enough for the beauty I saw. Everything I had been doing suddenly doubted in a single moment. I turned to leave without speaking a word, but she stopped me.
    In my eyes she had seen remarse. In her's I saw hope and regret. She bid me to sit and listen for a while so I did. She told me her name was Aurora and that she was once a Seraphim living in God's light. She had been sent to earth in human form to warn the daughters of man against making a union with the Fallen Angels.
Their offspring, the Nephelim, halfman, halfangel were abnominations. In her quest she had been led here to this cave by a man who said he had many daughters she needed to speak with.
She followed only to find that he was a descendant of Cain, the first man cursed by God. Cain and his line were cursed to dwell in darkness feading of the creatures found there.
    Not content with this they began to feed off of human kind transforming themselves into the first of the vampire line. She saw his true form too late, for he was upon her and drinking. Unable to fight back in her human form, she was overtaken. In her blood he tasted what she truly was. For his own cruel sort of revenge towards God he transformed her. Now she was forever lost to heaven, forced to roam the earth with an insatiable hunger.
I then understood the reason for her slightly sunken look for she hadn't been able to feed. She would not allow herself to take the life of humans to survive. I forsook all and pulled her to my throat for she would not kill me. She drank deeply and I saw color begin to rise into her cheeks again. From that moment forward we bound ourselves together, I sharing my demonic powers and her embracing me with those of the vampire. I was filled with remarse for all I had done. My only saving grace…that my actions had brought me a new Faith. This was a religion I knew I would jubilantly adhere to for the rest of my days.
    Neither Aurora or I could return to heaven but we didn't need to. We'd found our own heaven together. Heaven need not to be a location. For me Heaven is one person, one beautiful creature, Aurora.
Now together we play in the shadows and weigh the hearts of all creatures. Lucifer still raves the earth wanting what I have. He can never have it. Once true friends, now true enemies. We do God's work in our own way.
He needs someone to carry out his sentence of damnation. Innocence never need fear of us. But the wicked, oh the wicked, we will drain your very soul to it's marrow. Death? No we will not bring death, but far worse. For we rule Tartarus side by side. The deepest pit of hell is waiting and is always hungry.
    Oh, I almost forgot to mention the fate of the vampire who embraced my love. His bones now decorate my mantle, what was left of them, and
his soul screams eternally. Some things must never go unpunished.
If you see her, avert you eyes, bow your head! You are not worthy. She is Aurora. She is mine. I do not share.
 

Come moonbathe with me, my pale memory--
touch skin to frigid stone.
Hush-- let the raindrops intone the lullaby.
Sink back down, far from harm;
subside and gaze into the cavernous sky
caught-- in my automatic arms.
When you watched the bloody sky
you avoided the look in my eyes.
The moon was not for you:
deep in the summer's decay,
you preferred the gaudy
death throes of the day--
but when the shadow fingers twined
like psychedelic vines
up the flat grantie,
you had to face me.
The end is near.
Come sing with me, my pale memory--
swim that stale symphony.
By choice, you are so shallow as a whole,
that as you founder in the void,
you won't understand what I stole.
If there is a god,
he hates me to weave this
pinpricked belveteen sky;
as though they'll never see you again,
there are fears in my eyes;
for if your sunset flees my love,
he has forsaken us.
His sun is dead;
I killed him with my satin touch,
stain tainted his setting.
We haven't the strength
to ignite the blackness,
or dissolve in vitriol.
We hope, but in this dark,
there is no light
to redeem ourselves-- in the end,
there is no meaning to life.
You let me fly awhile;
I'm but a man-child.
That cold fatemonger,
stripped of tactful excuses,
whoring sex's uses and abuses,
let me soar awhile;
I'm but a man-child,
smoking out the window,
tapping ashes in the night,
in the nieghbor's house a white light--
through a red curtain;
Everything is an end.

A fountain's pulsing sobs--like this my blood Measures its flowing, so it sometimes seems.I  hear a gentle murmur as it streams; Where the wound lies I've never understood. Like water meadows, boulevards are flooded. Cobblestones, crisscrossed by scarlet rills, Are islands; creatures come and drink their fill. Nothing in nature now remains unblooded. I used to hope that wine could bring me ease, Could lull asleep my deeply gnawing mind. I was a fool: the senses clear with wine.I  looked to Love to cure my old disease.L ove led me to a thicket of IVs Where bristling needles thirsted for each vein.

You believe yourself to be innocent, yet I say your are just naive. You wish to know me, believe you can love me? But it is for this very reason that you shall fail, less I decree otherwise.
You cannot comprehend the powers I posses. Your innocence does not allow you to sample the pleasures of the divine flesh. Your feeble mortality will not allow it. The powers I command, alow me to bestow pain that is beyond the realm of this mortal world. But bestow it upon you I shall, for it is you that I chosen to be my countess in darkness.
As you cry with the agony of being reborn, I shall sample the tears of your pain that will fall from your eyes.
Taste the sting of their sweet suffering upon my tounge. The pain I shall bestow upon you shall be beyond all mortal recognition. Measurable only to the euphoria that you shall feel from the experience of being reborn of darkness. You shall howl with an animalistic desire, from a time long since lost in the mists of time, nor no longer has the ability to endure. Yet endure it you shall, for peace you shall not feel lest I allow it.
Now your rebirth is over, we are one and the same. Vampyre.
Now you crave me, you hope that parish I shall not. For you know that they come for me. Those that wish to save this worthless world. Cry not for me my Countess. For I am Dracula! I am Eternal! After they have crushed and burnt my body and when they turn their foul intentions to you. Remember this, they cannot destroy our souls. From the ashes I shall rise like and unholy Phoneix of darkness. Rising from the flames of my unholly exaggerated demise. I shall destroy all who dared to even utter the name of Countes Dracula. I shall crash them underfoot, like the insects they are. There we shall usher in a new age of darkness, cloaking the land in a black curtain.Together, we shall watch their towns and cities crumble and fall, none shall escape our wrath. We shall travel through the astral planes as masters of the blackest of forbidden arts. We shall hunt down, like animals, those who sought to cause us harm. Believing themeselves to be safe, believing us both dead. But, as they lay their heads upon their pillows, with their foolish dreams of peace and safety. Know this my Countess, they will never live to know how wrong they were. For no realm shall be locked unto us. Thought they will not see us, we shall be there. Watching from afar, watching, waiting, untill the moment to strike is right. As they travel in their worlds of fantasy and dreams, fear not my Dark lady. For those that did seek to cause you harm, will not go unpunished. For I shall be your instrument of destruction, your tool of death, your weapon of doom. I shall be your fury and vengeance, their demise shall not be swift, but, it will be without mercy. Those who hear of our deeds shall always remember and fear the name of Dracula. By many shapes and forms I have been seen. But for them, I shall be known as only one. In their dreams to them I shall be known simply as NIGHTMARE!

ovo je iz filma Darkness Falls, neam pojma kak su to kod nas preveli ;)
The movie Darkness Falls was inspired by events that have occured over the last 150 years in the small fishing town of Port Fairy, Australia.
 
The town of Port Fairy is located along the southeast coast of Australia. Official records show the first settlement of the land was in 1827.
Lowell Hansen (Fisherman): ''I can only dream of what it must have been like. The sea in this area was just teeming with fish. Apparently the old blokes they just put a hook in, and they didn't even have to bait the hook. Fish would just about walking on water to get in your boat. They only danger was that you'd catch so many you'd sink your ship. That was the only reason ships would come home to shore, was because they were so full.''
The early settlers flourished and the bountiful fishing laid the foundation for a growing economy… Early settlers included sealers, whalers and various seamen. A young newlywed couple, Sonny and Matilda Dixon also joined the group in search of a new beginning.
 
Matilda Dixon
Matilda Dixon was born Matilda Schultz on December 24, 1803 the youngest of seven children. Her father left the family one week after Matilda was born forcing her mother and older siblings to try and scrape by doing any menial jobs available. Matilda's life changed the day she met the strapping young sailor named Sonny Dixon. On leave from a month at sea Sonny spent his time at the bakery where Matilda worked. It was love at first sight for both of them. Unfortunately, like any fishing village, there was bound to be accidents. One of the most tragic took place on January 13, 1836 when the whaling vessel Guiding Light got caught in a horrible storm and was lost at sea. Records indicate that 15 of the townsmen were killed that day. Matilda Dixon's husband, Sonny, was one of those men. The balance of an established fishing industry and the growth of a prosperous mainland helped the town thrive. But something was obviously missing for Matilda Dixon. Her life was her husband, and he was gone. The growth around her seemed to leave Matilda confused. Matilda Dixon loved to bake. When Sonny passed on, she began baking for the local children. Matilda use to bake a special cake for children who lost their teeth just something to mark the occasion. The children loved it and would wait in anticipation. Although many of the parents thought the practice a little strange they knew that Matilda was a good person, and it made the children happy.
Jonathan F. Grutowski (Town historian): ''The original townspeople understood the history and were very supportive of her. The newer people to the town had their suspicions. That black cloud that seemed to follow Matilda through her life was still there, and they sensed it, I think.'' 
It was during a cold night in 1840 when a terrible oven fire raced through Matilda's house. Many say while she was trying to finish some special treats for the children. By the time the town came to her house, the fire was put out. Matilda refused to come to the door or seek assistance. Things changed for Matilda and the town. She no longer went out during the day or allowed the children to stop by. The town began looking at her with a little more scepticism.
 Rachel Miller (Waitress, Port Fairy Inn):''It was such a tragedy. But Matilda was strong. She had a good heart. She didn't bake for the kids any longer but still exchanged gifts for their teeth. Now she had to wait until dark, until the town was asleep.''
The children would leave a tooth wrapped in a handkerchief tacked to their front door. And Matilda would wander the streets leaving small change at the house's doorstep. It was rumoured her face was hidden behind a simple porcelain mask. Matilda's acts of kindness and her tragic past helped ease many of the townspeople's growing anxieties surrounding her strange actions. The night of September 23, 1841 changed everything.
 
The Incident
It was late one afternoon when too young children told their parents they were paying the Tooth Fairy a visit, and they'd be right back. Hours passed, and still the children were gone. Their parents' concern quickly turned to anger as they began blaming the crazy old woman for the children's disappearance.
Reg Armstrong (Bartender, Port Fairy Inn):''It was a crazy night.They're dividing in groups, people are going off in all directions. The only problem was half had been in the pub all afternoon. You know blokes are like when they sit around and drink, they get 10 foot tall and bulletproof. One group, lead by a bloke called Collin O'Donnell, grabbed torches, rope, whatever they could find. And next thing they're banging on Matilda's door.''
Rachel Miller (Waitress, Port Fairy Inn):''When Matilda heard them coming, she locked the doors, she hid behind a table. She was screaming for them to leave her alone. Finally, the men broke down the door and pulled her out of her own house. As they dragged her out, this huge jar of baby teeth spilled across the floor.'' 
The mob dragged her to a huge tree. She was sobbing, holding her face in her hands. Two of the men threw a noose around a tree limb. The others were trying to pry Matilda's hands away from her face so they could put the noose around her neck. She put up a fierce struggle, screaming at the men not to peek. Finally, they pulled her hands away. Her porcelain mask fell to the ground as they tightened the noose and quickly raised her up. After a few minutes, Matilda Dixon was dead. The men took a deep breath, bringing finality to their act of justice.
 Simon Rogers (Lighthouse guard):''The townspeople stopped dead in their tracks when they saw Matilda Dixon's lifeless body dangling from the tree, her white gown blowing in the breeze. Then the crowd slowly parted revealing the two small children everyone was looking for. Well the head of the lynch mob's eyes opened wide when he saw that and he rushed over and cut Matilda's body down, quick smart.'' It was too late. Matilda Dixon was dead. An entire town guilty of her murder.
 
The Aftermath
Matilda Dixon's death was reported as accidental asphyxiation by local authorities and her body quietly buried in an unmarked plot in the town cemetery. Her murder became the town's dirty secret. In 1861, the town continued its desecration of Matilda Dixon when they needed to move the original cemetery to make room for modern expansion. As part of this move Matilda was supposed to be relocated to a final resting place. Unfortunately, her body was lost and to this day has never been found.
 
The Current Curse
The next 60 years were filled with prosperity and happiness for the town of Port Fairy. Business boomed. The community grew when the fishing industry made a major comeback. The tragedies that surrounded Matilda Dixon and the town she called home were a distant memory. Unfortunately, the calm could not last forever. In 1951, the plaque that was dedicated to Matilda's memory was stolen and the area vandalized. Soon after, a group of teens began disappearing. All were rumoured to be involved in the desecration of Matilda's memorial.
 Reg Armstrong (Bartender, Port Fairy Inn):''We use to hearthe stories about the crazy Port Fairy kids, the ones who'd disappeared. Funny thing was we always thought now they've gone on a surfing holiday or just shot through. Cause they didn't wanna live in Port Fairy with it's crazy stories. But it's funny now I lived here a while. You start to wonder if…there might be something in it.''
The town feared a serial killer. Even talk of the curse of the Tooth Fairy began to surface. Local law enforcment investigated and filed most of cases as runaways.
 Vic Green (Bar patron):''The kids probably run away to Melbourne, never bother coming back. No… The Tooth Fairy got them. Yeah…''
In 1953, a new plaque was erected in Matilda's honour. There have not been any incidents attributed to the curse of the Tooth Fairy ever since.
Rachel Miller (Waitress, Port Fairy Inn):''Matilda went through so much. She was reduced to the point of a freak show, to the point she had to wear a mask. She was a strong woman, a good woman. She didn't deserve to die.'' In a weird twist of fate, the curse is now considered a legend. And the small town of Port Fairy, Australia has become a tourist destination for many of those who are drawn to the sad life and tragic death of Matilda Dixon, the Tooth Fairy.