The Damsel Of The Tomb

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I wrote this story in the middle of the night.

Submitted: November 29, 2015

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~~The Damsel Of The Tomb: A Gothic story
By Faisal Fransu


To begin with, my name is Varney Trueheart, and I live in a little village called Gothica, because there have risen many gothic stories in it. Many of the inhabitants of this village have had a gothic story. Once my story is published, it will probably be classified among the legends of Gothica.
As for my name, it was chosen by my dad, because at the time of my birth, he was reading a gothic novel entitled “Varney The Vampire.” It is interesting to note that I also love gothic novels, including “Varney The Vampire.”
We were sitting at breakfast one morning when my dad said, “Varney, would you like to get a haircut today?”
“Sure,” I answered, although I didn’t feel like leaving the house that morning.
So my dad and I got into the car and drove to the nearest barber. As I learned later, this barber had just moved to our village.
When the barber saw me, he was speechless for several moments. However, my blindness prevented me from seeing his face.
When I had been introduced to him, he remarked, “I once had a son who looked exactly like you, and who was also named Varney. Alas, I lost him twenty-three years ago.”
“I offer my sympathy,” I said, touched by the man’s sadness.
“And he also had the same voice as you! The barber exclaimed.
“What was the cause of his death, if you don’t mind me asking?” came from my dad.
“Ah, it’s a sad story,” sighed the barber. “By the way, my son was also blind. That’s the fourth similarity between my son and your son. Anyways, he fell in love with a girl that he had met at high school. But she laughed his love to scorn. He loved her with all his heart, but she had no feeling for him whatsoever. At last, unable to endure the miseries any longer, he died of a heartbreak.”
As I was listening to the barber’s story, I felt a deep sympathy for him. So I promised to visit him often.
In the evening of the same day, my family and I went to a park. They wanted to go for a walk, but I wanted to sit on the bench and enjoy my coffee.
“Excuse me. Can I sit here?” spoke a girlish voice close to me.
How can I describe her voice? It was coral. Not just any kind of coral-but the sweetest coral voice you’ve ever heard. It was enchanting, heart melting and thrilling.
Of course I agreed that she could sit beside me. But she did not say anything until I spoke to her.
“So what’s your name, please?” I asked politely.
“Clara,” she replied sweetly.
So we shook hands. They were the softest hands I’ve ever felt.
When I meet a new person, I don’t ask personal questions, like where they live or questions about their family. Instead, I ask about their hobbies and interests.
So when I asked my new friend about her hobbies, “She said, “I like going for walks and singing.”
 “O nice,” was my answer. “I’m interested in people who sing.”
“O…” she said in a shy tone. “But I don’t sing in front of people.”
“But one person cannot be called people,” I said laughingly.
And then she sang a heartwarming song in some unknown language. Her voice was full of love and passion. It was like listening to the best soprano. My heart was lost to her instantly.
When she told me that she had to get going, I said, “I’d love to see you again.”
“I come here every evening,” was her answer. “So whenever you come here, I’ll come and sit with you.”
“Who was that girl?” said my mom when they had returned from their walk.
I told her all that I knew about the girl, which wasn’t much unfortunately.
“I wouldn’t see her again if I were you,” remarked my dad.
“Why not?”
“She has an uncanny look about her,” he answered. “I feel as if she’s a monster in disguise.”
Nevertheless, she had stolen my heart. So the next day, I told my family that I wanted to go to the park again. Luckily they agreed. Like the previous day, they went for a walk, while I sat on the bench and enjoyed my coffee.
“Hi Varney. I’m back,” came the voice of the girl that I was thinking of that very moment.
“So tell me more about yourself,” I remarked, unsure what to talk about.
“Ah, I can’t really talk about myself,” was the answer in a miserable tone.
“Why not?” I inquired, interested.
“I have a mystery that I dare not tell anybody.”
“Do you have a family?” was my next question.
“Nope.”
“So who do you live with, then?”
“The dead,” was the astonishing reply.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m a damsel of the tomb. I live in the cemetery.”
It felt as if one of the gothic stories that I had read was coming true. I didn’t know what to make of this answer.
However, one thing I was sure of. She was lonely. So I said, “I’ll be your friend.”
“No one cares about me,” she said in a voice full of grief. Many people have said that they’ll be my friends. But once they hear a part of my story, they desert me.”
“Do you mind telling me your whole story?” I requested.
“If I tell you, you’ll also desert me,” was the response.
“I promise that I will always be your friend no matter what.”
“No, I can’t tell you.”
So I had to be content with that. We agreed to meet at this spot everyday.
A few days afterward, I declared my love for her. To my surprise, she burst into a flood of tears.
“Believe me, I would accept your love if it hadn’t been for this curse that I’m under,” she replied in a choking voice.
“Why don’t you tell it to me? Maybe I can help you.”
“Please don’t ask me about it,” she begged, still sobbing.
“Well, I will always love you no matter what,” I told her as I put my arm around her and drew her closer. “Nothing can ever stop me from loving you.”
However, she still refused to tell me her secret. And I also persisted with my love.
One night, I was sleeping soundly when I was rudely awakened by a hot breath on my face. I was unable to scream. And then, two sharp teeth came in contact with my face. And I swooned.
When I entered the living room the next morning, my mom exclaimed, “Why. There’s blood all over your face!”
And then I remembered the horrifying experience of the night. So it was real and not a dream. I was indeed attacked by a vampire. However, I said nothing.
“I named you after a vampire, and yet you get attacked by a vampire,” chuckled my dad when he had heard about the blood on my face.
Later that morning, I was feeling bored. So I decided to pay a visit to the barber that I mentioned earlier. Again, our conversation drifted to his deceased son.
“It was the worst night of my life,” he began. “I can clearly remember that terrible day. It was October thirty-first, 1990.”
“That’s the same date that I was born on!” I exclaimed excitedly.
“That’s the fifth similarity between you and my son,” the barber sighed. “Perhaps you’re the reincarnation of my son.”
And then he went on to tell me about his son’s hobbies and interests, which were exactly like mine! I was puzzled. At first, I only had the mystery of Clara to deal with. But now I had two!
That night, I had the weirdest dream ever. I heard a voice that declared, “You are indeed the reincarnation of Varney Barberson, who died of a heartbreak on the thirty-first of October, 1990. You have been reincarnated to receive the reward for the great love that you loved in your first life.”
I was busy with homework the next few days. Consequently I almost forgot about the weird dream. I couldn’t be with Clara either.
As time progressed, my love for Clara kept increasing. Her voice was always ringing in my ears. I thought to myself, “What a lucky guy I’d be if I can only convince her to marry me!” Her singing was a major factor in my love for her. O, how I longed for her to love me and be mine!
At last, I decided to try my luck again. So when we were together one day, I said, “Dearest Clara, there are no words that can describe my love for you. Why will you persist on rejecting me? I love you so much that I want to marry you.”
“I will tell you my story,” she said at last. “And if you still love me after that, which I doubt, then I will agree to marry you.”
And here is her story in her own words: “You doubtless have heard about Varney Barberson, the man who died of a heart break twenty-three years ago. Well, the girl who was the cause of his death is talking to you right now.”
“But I was told that she also died on the same day,” I interrupted.
“Yes, I died on the same day as Varney. But the worst part is yet to come,” she answered and then went on with her story. “Varney loved me with all his heart. He would’ve done anything to please me. But I rejected him because he was blind. On the night of his death, I also died. But I don’t know how I died.
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a graveyard. Then a voice spoke to me and said, ‘Cruel damsel! You have killed your lover with your cruelty! You will be punished for this! You are now a vampire! You will only be freed from this curse if a man decides to marry you.’
So I became a vampire. I’ve been in this state for almost twenty-three years now. I was nineteen years when I died. So ever since I became a vampire, I’ve remained the same age.
Wherever I went people ran away from me. My life became hateful to me. So I haven’t been able to find a man who would free me from this curse.”
When she had finished her story, the girl burst into a flood of tears.
“I wish I could find someone to marry me and free me from this curse!” she sobbed. “I’ve been living a miserable life for the last twenty-three years. Even death has been forbidden to come to me!”
“I will marry you, sweetest Clara,” I announced suddenly. Then I told her about the dream that I had. So I ended my explanation by saying, “I have no doubt that I’m the reincarnation of the first Varney that you rejected. I believe that I was reincarnated so I could save you from this curse.”
Suddenly, she stood up and started singing and dancing. She was praising God for sending me to deliver her from this curse. At last, she said to me, “Dearest Varney, I rejected you when you loved me in your first life. Yes, I even killed you with my cruelty. And so I was cursed with vampirism. But you were reincarnated to win my heart, which you died for. But please tell me the truth. Do you really want to marry a vampire?”
“Yes,” I replied, “because my marriage with you will take away this curse.”
In conclusion, let me remark that we got married the next day. When the last word of the ceremony had been spoken, she suddenly turned to me, saying in a glad voice, “I’m free from the curse of vampirism! I can feel it!” Even the people who were attending said that she was no longer fearful to look at.


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