Ascension of Achille (Raising The Dead sequel)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
A sequel of Raising The Dead story. Achille had become a vampire. This one describes his first experiences and impressions.

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Submitted: April 26, 2014

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A saporous, frore blood of the Sanguinarian was as the wine, cloying and luscious, leaving a taste of ripe, dark fruits in the mouth, a lush flowing poison, spun by gods and monsters.
It coursed tempestuously down the throat, drowning the violent current of fire which had consumed me. 
The burning was descending, dolor dissipated, my eyes opened. I was besieged by a downpour of colors. Bartholomew; a god, a demon, stood nearby, nearly resembling the creature I knew. His dark, russett hair adopted richer and marvelous hues of brown and red. Ivory of his skin no longer seemed pale, it emanated flamboyant tones of argent silver. 
"Rise, Achille. It is done." I heard him say.
He outstretched his hand toward me and I rose from the bed, the room around me drifted instantly. I moved, trying out the steps and the air moved with me; it danced and twisted and swirled endlessly.
My focus was abruptly drawn to something else entirely. A sound, a chatter coming from the street below. It was not like the vampire's voice, supple and songful, lavishing in it's intonations, fashioned to ensnare the prey.
An array of clamors, undertones, outcrys and laughter all unified in a discord, overwhelming my hearing.
Underneath the uproar and commotion came a flap, almost smothered by the ranting voices. It thrummed more fiercely as I approached the window. A beating of a single heart that spurred the thirst.

 


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