Thursday, September 27, 2012
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
When you live for centuries as I have, your see firsthand how art continuously evolves. The Impressionists, whom I loved dearly, had their moment in the sun, and then the next Revolution in art began. Pablo Picasso, at the forefront of current changes, unveiled a new concept with his Blue Period paintings. After moving to Paris in 1904, he frequented the home of Gertrude and Leo Stein.
One Saturday night, I saw him on the other side of the room. He looked at me, gestured to Gertrude, and they walked in my direction. I smiled inwardly, wondering what he had in mind. Pablo had a notorious reputation as a seducer of women.
“Nessa, this is my good friend Pablo Picasso,” Gertrude said.
“Mr. Picasso, it is a pleasure to meet you. I have seen your work, and I think it is marvelous.”
|Pablo Picasso 1962 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)|
“If you will both excuse me, I need to attend to other guests.” Gertrude walked away.
Pablo took me by the arm and maneuvered me into a remote corner.
“I find you attractive and would like to meet with you sometime.” He stroked my arm.
“I do not think that would be a good idea.”
“Many times women say no when they really mean yes.” His fingers strayed from my arm to my breast.
When I took hold of his fingers and squeezed, his eyes opened wide. “Gentlemen should always understand the meaning of the word no.”
After snatching his fingers from my grasp, he turned about and walked away.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
1627 Nessa describes a night of terror and how she became a vampire.
Kalman and I sat by the fire enjoying each other's company. The door burst open, destroying our peaceful evening. A tall, bald, hideous creature stood in the doorway staring at us. When he snarled, he revealed two-inch fangs. I knew he was one of the undead and had come for our blood.
Kalman screamed. “Nessa, run!”
He grabbed an iron poker, trying to strike him, but the vampire swatted it out of his hand. He grabbed Kalman and bit his neck until he was dead. I grabbed the poker from the floor and rushed at the creature. The vampire dropped Kalman and hit me on the side of the head, and I lost consciousness.
I awoke to the sight of the vampire sucking the last of Kalman's blood. When I screamed, the vampire turned towards me, his fangs dripping blood, and he snarled once more as he came closer. The creature grabbed my bodice, opened his mouth, and I knew I was going to die. However, he stopped, stroked my face with a long talon-like fingernail, and said, “You're too lovely to kill.” He swung me over his shoulder, kicked away the remains of the front door, and carried me into the night.
The vampire walked swifter than any human, covering several miles before we approached a cave. He set me on the ground. Then he pushed aside a boulder that would have taken four strong men to move. We entered a dark cave, but he moved without hesitation until a woman called out to him.
“Narice, I have brought you a companion,” he said in a deep, raspy voice, and then dumped me on the ground.
Stunned, but not hurt, when I landed on the floor, I discovered it 234was covered by several inches of dirt. Terrified because I couldn't see anything, I tried to move away when the woman's hand touched me. I backed into a wall, remaining motionless, shivering until I finally fell asleep.
When I awoke, I heard no noise or movement. I crawled along the floor until I felt the vampire lying with his arms folded across his chest. He and the woman lying next to him were still. I sat back against the wall and cried, unable to believe the nightmare in which I found myself.
I could not shut out the image of my beloved husband with his throat ripped open. Later, I felt disoriented and feverish. There was a throbbing sensation on the right side of my neck. I felt two puncture holes, and I realized he had taken some of my blood. The fever worsened, and I lay on the ground semiconscious for several days.
When the fever passed, I regained my senses. I knew I had changed because I could see in the dark and experienced a craving I couldn't explain.
The vampire returned and grabbed my hand and dragging me into the night. He told me to wait by a tree, and then he walked into the forest. The cold night air didn't bother me. I heard the vampire stepping on twigs long before I could see him. He returned carrying an unconscious deer. When he put the deer's neck in front of my face, I bit into it without thinking. The blood flowing through my new fangs felt natural. After a while, I was sated. He drained the remaining blood from the deer, and took me back to the cave.
When we returned, he stood before me and said, “You are a vampire and will live forever. I have given you a precious gift.”I didn't respond, horrified by what I had done and my craving for blood.
He hadn't given me a gift, but rather made me into a dreadful creature.
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