"Awoke", Part 1

He awoke.
Never had he seen, experienced, felt such darkness. Pure blackness; not a shred of vision within his periphery. He tried to move, but noticed that he was somehow solidified in his position. After trying to sort his thoughts for a moment, he struggled to move around. He was stuck within a small box like structure, and he panicked. He shot his hands forward with great force, and to his fascination, his hands penetrated the thick wood with ease, he was imbued with an unexplainable strength that was beyond his imagination.
His momentary epiphany was interrupted when pounds of soil and dirt and all the life that hibernates within the depths of the Earth came pouring into his prison. He closed his mouth to avoid suffocation and with tremendous fervor began to climb his way out of this strange and dark oblivion. It came a surprise when his long climb out of hell brought him almost no physical fatigue, in fact he felt like he didn’t even need oxygen. The confusion was remarkable, but he felt different; stronger, dominant.
He felt his hand reach the surface, the cool air bringing him relief and comfort. He slowly dragged his way out of his cell, and entered a new world. The world was the same, technically, but in his mind he new it had been inalterably changed somehow. He looked around while lying on the ground, the sky was as dark as it gets, he figured it must have been around midnight. He looked to his left, to the hole he had emerged from, and noticed a stone, no, a grave, right behind it. It took moments for his eyes to clear and his vision to sharpen, but when they did, he saw things more vividly than he had ever previously. The grave read; “Stephen Caine: Beloved Son”. “Is this death?”, he thought. He heard someone approach him from behind.
“You wanted to see my world, now you’re in it,” said a female voice.
He remembered.
It was just last night when he beloved Anabelle made the revelation that she could never truly love a man such as him, that Frederich was the one who could give her what she needs.
“I have grown tired of your childish ways, there are plenty of fellers in London that choose to drink and brawl every night, I need a man that can take care of me.”, Anabelle said.
He pleaded with her to stay with him, but it was clear the decision had been made. He was devastated, and made his way to the tavern to drink himself blind.
He drank a liter of whiskey, and his consciousness was suspended between awareness and oblivion. Frederich entered the bar with his mates, and Stephen decided now was the time to confront the motherfucker.
“So mate, you been plunkin’ my sweet Anabelle behind my back?”, he said.
“Listen Stephen, I don’t want any trouble, you’ve been too drunk these past years to satisfy a woman as graceful as Anabelle,” Frederich said.
Stephen was furious, he smashed his pint of beer over Frederich’s head, leaving a mighty pool of blood.
“You little bastard!”, Frederich said.
Frederich and his mates proceeded to drag drunken Stephen out to the alley and beat him into a merciless pulp.
“You stay the bloody hell away from Anabelle,” Frederich said.
Stephen had never felt so beaten. The bruises and cuts were only outweighed by the mental anguish. He almost broke into tears, and yet, then she appeared. He immediately was taken out of his misery and taken with this strange beauty approaching him in the alley. She had deep brown hair, highlighted by the full moonlight shining down upon the locks. Her eyes were an ice blue, fierce and haunting, she looked right into him, and he looked back. Her skin was pure white, and smooth, and he wanted it.
“Now I dare say, what kind of night could bring a man of such beauty and distinguished appeal to tears?”, she said.
“It’s nothing, um, what’s your name love?”
“Do not mind that yet. Are you satisfied with life? Or has it become stagnant, meaningless, does you anger and your guilt outweigh your happiness and contentment?”
“Well, uh, likes, everyone has problems my lady, mine just seem rather massive at the moment.”
“What if I told you I could show you a new world, a world in which those plaguing feelings of guilt, anger, and sadness could never touch you, a world without consequences and without regret, is that a world you could see yourself living in?”, she said.
“Well it sure as bloody hell sounds better than this one,” Stephen replied.
“So will you come with me, will you walk these nights, and be by my side, always?”, she said.
“Yes”, said Stephen.
Her face of delicate beauty and mysterious appeal then morphed into something awful, her eyes became fiery and focused, and she bared two razor sharp protruding fangs. Before he could see her coming, he felt her teeth sink into his neck. He tried screaming for help, but his blood, his life force, was leaving his body and nourishing hers. He felt his heart began to stop, and she let go. She cut her wrist.
“Now drink, drink and live forever”, she said.
Without a moment’s notice, her blood was entering his throat. His life hanging in the balance, a new sixth sense, a lust for blood, had entered his being. The blood tasted sweeter than life itself, suffusing his being, giving his near lifeless body animation.
She pulled away, laughing maniacally. He then sat there, his heart beat was slowing, his life seemed so far away, and yet a new one seemed so close within his grasp. His eyes closed, and the last thing he saw was Anabelle, only his love was now replaced with maliciousness, a need to destroy. And then there was nothing.
And then, he awoke.