A Short Story – SPELLBOUND
Short Story – SPELLBOUND
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On a night like this , he wouldn’t have been out …An angel , she was to him .. she asked him to join her clan 1ce of which he had no clue until dat creepy night when he snack out of his bed to meet her…some crossroad , down a forlorn lane .. night was dangerously dark .. he was defeated by a sense of total amnesia … what was he doing .. his head was swirling , his hands were numb ………… battiest bats , ghoulish squeals filled the narrow , derelict … evil-ridden streets …!!!
He sensed that he was bound to earn the ire of some fury as he whacked at the tribe of mosquitoes hovering over his head .. perhaps sensing his undead demeanour …… He felt the rustling of foliage though none were around .. but no ……he saw it !!!!!!!! yes … He did .. it was not of this world .. an ominous silhouette cloaked in a sheen of silver moon … and he gaped at it as it turned into a felish like creature and petered out into the dark like a dust of vapours ………. he turned 2 recoil .. but it wouldn’t let him go …he felt his soul burn within him … ‘ He could not run for life , he could not stop for death …’ , but she stopped for him …
“Where were you ?” .. he enquired the mystique beauty …..
She was looking astonishingly ravishing tonight .. with each stroke of the second’s needle towards mid night her splendour improved . The town-clock tower shone in the erring pale light of the moon and it finally struck 12 !!!!!
He resounded , “ where are we going ?” …
to which she replied .. “ Some call it HEAVEN … while others call it HELL …….. I call it my HOME .. lets go !!!!!”
Mesmerized by her grey eyes , which today had shades of auburn led him into an oblivion … as she gradually lent over his neckline and made an errant stir soothingly to kiss .. He tried to pull back despite scaling pinnacles of his wildest emotions …… N he could hardly realize when wid a slim pressure she bit it …he was unable to differentiate between the pain or pleasure that followed but it was only after a while when he realized that it was not a smear of untamed love but her brute …….. !!!!!!!! Fangs that had sunk so deep dat he was roughly pegged …. Heat of passion froze and thawed out wid the blood and gore as she continued savouring …
He was in bed … Total relief swept him …he thanked his stars dat it was but only a delusion … A phantasma and perhaps d worst one could ever have ……… Yes it was .. until d very next second when he found his hands sodden … Drenched in a scarlet trail oozing out and finding it means out of a deep fissure in his neck ……he fell out into a blood-curdling scream which filled the cherry hued sky and the crimson street …..Tears rolled down his cadaverous eyes as if he had ripped up a giant cacti or a crumb of hemming and mushrooming venomous ivy ………… !!!!!!!
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Written by : Ashish ranjan
