FANGED

I have given abundant grace, to the unquenched undertones of my dread, and in this anecdote, I wish to suffice, that portion of the grotesque tenor, which has long been eschewed, for some purpose of salvation. The individuality of things, have not, in the slightest protrusion of my interest, rendered me inquisitive of lore, with regards to the preternatural and my empirical learning has at all avenues of possibility refuted any aspect of its actuality. But this i only say in the present moment, as denial of the intrusive antonyms of an experience, which I wish to share, in that excitable deliberation of will. I enjoyed a confident margin of time in the secluded edifice, which was a pleasurable heritage of my pedigree, and in the noons of quietude and vigils of nocturnal discovery, I felt a sorrow of the soul, pursuing my ideations, with slender strides. The shadow of forlornness was abundant, and a plethora of quires, which permitted me desultory fixations of subject, had become insufferable to leisurely procurement. A human vessel would suffice the fascinations of my romantic deficiencies, and rudimentary desires for intercourse and yet, I fancied that, I had developed some contagious illness; one which I had perused as unfavorable subject in a quire. The family lore had contributed the vital summaries of its device, and the perpetual aspect of its presence. I knew well that my person was emaciating and my spirits would derive, from this morbid observance, a greater depression than that which would be the effect of my forlonnness. Perhaps I would soon die, and this monument of maladies, would be given to the waste of common decadence. I pondered upon the clock, in refuge of some finality or some prelibation of the impending hush of my embers, but I could not borrow, from the raylessness of uncertainty the sensation of my demise. It was when I visited the sepulchres beneath as per the authority of morbid anticipation, that the gravity of Thanatos, became prevailent in my thoughts, as the conversant counterpart of omening influence. The birds seized to sing in the morning, and the sun dreaded to venture those dreary saturnine walls. This was all in vain of my threshold, for I now slumbered in a vacant sepulchre, awaiting the ration of my demise, the shadow of Azrael! I shut my lids, as the time faded into oblivion, but then I felt a warm breath, upon my visage and awakening, I perceived in the blur of imperfect sentience and the caress of the moonlight, a young woman, with a curious expression. I realized soon enough, that her fanged teeth were reddened with sanguinary indulgence, and that my neck ached with a violent throb of lucidness. I ejaculated with a scream, and leapt onto my feet, allowing my legerity to send me as it may into the night, but the woman shrieked, so that the whole of the wilderness resonated her bane.