1Cry for Me
By:
Who else? I wrote it.
Disclaimer: Alright guys, here's the deal. I began writing this a bit ago and I edited it so it would be better. Now…for those of who are strict on time periods and accuracy, I'm making this towards you: I realize things are different. Think of it as an…an alternate universe, sort of thing. So please, write reviews, give critique, but if you're going to flame me over something that I have stated here, your flame will have been a waste. Oh, and if the little song sounds familiar, I apologize, lol.
Introduction
"Cry for Me"
"Cry to me
Those tears of blood
Come now
Rain on everyone.
"Cry to me
Those tears of sorrow
Hide now
From the creeping morrow.
"Cry to me
Those tears of hate
Go now
To seal your fate.
"Cry to me
Those tears of fright
Stand now
In the darkest night.
"Cry to me
Those tears of pain
Leave now
And do not seek me again.
"Cry to me
Those tears of nothing
Stop now
Or I'll make it something.
"Cry to me
Those tears of confusion
And now
I'll seem nothing but an illusion.
"Cry to me
Those tears that plead for mercy
End now
For you'll get none from me.
"Cry to me
Those tears of light
And now
I will be darker than the night.
"Cry to me
Those tears of glass
And then
Your blood will be precious to the last.
"Cry to me
Those tears of blood
Come now
See the death of everyone."
Prologue
April 14, 1834
The return of the Spring Harvest in London, England
At night, the world becomes tense and paranoid; as though it feels the creatures from the darkness seeping through to hunt in the world's weak moment. All around the world, vampires emerged from their resting grounds and swarmed the darkness. But in London, England, the vampires waited. In the midst of them, one rose gracefully to the sky and seemed to be a spot on the moon's gleaming surface. The creature began to sing softly, as its voice was carried in the cool night air.
"Come little children
I'll take thee away
Into my garden of magic.
"Come little children
The time has come to play
Here in my garden of fantasies.
"Come little children
Into my arms
I will protect you from the dark."
All over London the sweet and eerie voice echoed and reached the ears of its victims. Children thirteen and younger suddenly slept with a rage of unease and now knowing why. They became restless as their parents and older siblings rested peacefully. The children dreamt nightmares of horrible things such as blood, death, fire, and torture. They tried dearly to cry out for their mothers, but found they could not. Their cries held in their throats and escaped only as moans or weeps.
And then it all stopped, as quickly as it had come. The song played softly in their ears again, and a gentle force seemed to pull them out of bed. They left their homes in their nightclothes, gliding and being pushed along. Large numbers of children stood in the streets as figures emerged from the shadows and claimed their prey.
The next morning
Mothers and fathers and older siblings all awoke to the same fear: the child was missing. Everyone walked around London frantically searching for their child, calling the missing loved ones' names. Screams and cries of sorrow rang out as the bodies of the children lay in a massive and widespread area; all of them dead, cold, and bloodless.
As families mourned and cried in the streets, one observer of the scene walked over to an eleven year old girl, her hand lying delicately over her face. It's as though she were sleeping… he thought as he moved the hand away to gaze at her dead, but peaceful face. He glanced at her neck and stifled a gasp. But what had she heard that he had not? He looked at some of the kids around her, they were all the same.