Sunday, December 20, 2009

Dying to be Dead - Part 1 - Chapter 4 - Within The Mist


Case File # 11862


Attending Psychiatrist: Dr. Aurora Bradley

Subject: Lana Marie Kelly

Juvenile/ Age 16

Presumptive Diagnosis: Trauma induced dementia with psychotic tendencies

Hospitalization recommended? Yes

Physician Comments:


Miss Kelly has dramatically declined in overall mental and physical health while under the duration of my supervision. I will be petitioning her guardian, her maternal grandmother Annette O’ Brien, to release her into hospital custody so that she can receive intensive, round the clock treatment and mental rehabilitation. I have been witness to her self destructive behavior. There is also evidence of self-injury. It is apparent that the patient has cut herself multiple times on multiple occasions with sharp objects. The blood loss during these episodes is obviously severe because the patient is suffering from an extreme form of acute anemia. It is in my professional opinion that this patient be put on a suicide watch immediately.


04/09/09- 9:18pm







“It feels like a padded box, or maybe a friendly prison cell”, she thought. She wasn’t even given the comfort of sheets on her bed. Some type of rubber padding covered the mattress, and even the walls around her.
“Guess they think I might try and hang myself with the sheets. How typical”, Lana thought and laughed a bit. It was becoming unbearably boring just sitting there with none of the creature comforts she was so accustomed to. She’d have given anything to be able to get on her computer and look at Gabriel’s beautiful face once again. Although, she knew he wouldn’t fail her. She needed only to fall asleep tonight to be in his loving arms once more. Sleep didn’t come to her so easily here in the hospital. The generic look of the room and the coldness that surrounded her reminded Lana of a morgue. As she laid there trying to drift off to sleep, she imagined herself being dead and lying in the morgue, toe tagged and blue lips, laid out in a freezer drawer. Then she imagined what her mother Vivienne must have looked like there. She sat up. Lana didn’t want to think of such things, but she couldn’t escape her own thoughts. She looked around the room in the darkness. She hated the huge mirror that covered the wall that was directly across from the bed. It was scary for her to look at it in the dark. Her image always seemed distorted and evil in mirrors when it was dark. She had that feeling for as far back as she could remember. The thought of breaking the mirror and using the glass shards to cut herself raced through her mind. It had been so long since she had cut herself. The problem was that she didn’t have anything to break the glass with. The room was sterile and barren, except for the rubber bed that was bolted to the cold, padded floor. Lana worked up the courage to try and smash the mirror with her bare fist. When she finally attempted the daring feat, her hand just bounced right off. “Damn!” She shouted loudly. There was no breaking this mirror. It was obviously shatterproof.





Dr. Bradley had been watching Lana through the two way mirror for more than three hours now. It had been very uneventful until Lana tried to break the glass. Dr. Bradley was assuming that Lana wanted to break the glass to have a sharp object to cut herself with. Dr. Bradley documented the incident. Two more hours passed and Lana finally seemed to have fallen asleep. Suddenly, Dr. Bradley noticed the temperature in the room had dropped drastically and there seemed to be a thick, fog-like mist rolling under the door. She looked in on Lana and saw that the mist was entering that room as well.





Lana could feel herself being lifted up into the fresh, cool night air. She welcomed that lovely feeling. She knew she was in Gabriel’s grasp once again. He held Lana so tightly this time, like he was afraid she might fall. “I was afraid you might have left me. I can barely hear your heartbeat”, Gabriel whispered into Lana’s ear. Gabriel felt so cold to Lana. His skin was so white and thin looking. His veins were visible beneath the surface all along the sides of his face. Lana thought about how beautiful he must look when he is bleeding. “When the red, hot liquid flows over that playable flesh, it must be a heavenly”, she thought. Gabriel’s chest rumbled with a small deep laugh as he read her thoughts and held her closer to his hard, cold chest. He held her so close until they touched down at his hacienda; He reluctantly let her go, ever so gently. She looked around at the somewhat familiar grounds that surrounded the hacienda. Lana was thankful to be back at Gabriel’s sprawling and beautiful home. “It’s just so pleasing to the eye!” She thought. “I’m so pleased with your reaction, Lana, my dear. My home is just as much your home, or, that is, it very well could be”, Gabriel professed. He looked at Lana in a whole new way. He stared so deeply into her eyes. Something had really changed in his whole demeanor. There was an animal like expression spreading across his whole face. The moonlight danced so dangerously in his vampire eyes. Lana felt the heat rising in her cheeks.






She feared the crucial moment had arrived. She had dreamt of this. She had wished for this. She had wanted this more than anything else for so very long. It was starting to look like now was that time, but it didn’t quite feel the way she imagined it would. There was an honest fear of death lurking in Lana’s heart. If Gabriel turned her into a vampire, then she’d ultimately be losing her life. She was frozen with fear. She came to the realization that she had tasted death more than she cared to for the moment. She wouldn’t be able to go through with it just yet. She fell to the ground and began sobbing loudly. “You are quite presumptuous my darling girl”, Gabriel said quite smugly. “It is only that I haven’t fed yet on this night.” He scooped Lana up off the ground into his arms. She was still crying uncontrollably. Gabriel wiped at Lana’s tears and pressed her head to his shoulder. “There, there my love. We needn’t worry of such things now”, Gabriel said soothingly as he stroked her hair. “Do not fear me.” Lana’s heartbeat was becoming audibly clear to Gabriel. He looked down upon her succulent little neck as she lay in his arms pressed against his shoulder. He could see the blood pumping right through her precious pink flesh. “Just a kiss, just a sweet little blood kiss like so many times before”, he thought. But he knew it wouldn’t be the same as the other times. He hadn’t fed tonight. His control was wavering. His lust for Lana’s sweet, young blood was becoming uncontrollable. The predator within would soon take control over him if he didn’t leave very soon to go feed.

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