In losing myself, I lost my soul. In losing myself, I lost my spirit, once so strong but now so weak. In losing myself, I lost the precious gem, the gem that only I could hold and the very thing that made me human.
Humans. Six billion intelligent, and not so intelligent, beings that crawl along the earth. They’re insignificant, with petty lives. Born into the world with lives so promising, to rot in a grave, lost and forgotten. But they don’t know of those who sleep by day, to slip away into the night. Just to press one’s teeth against another’s neck, to abandon everything that you are, to bleed the blood of the one who takes your being and makes it his own.
A black cat darts across the stage from the left hand side, stopping the woman in her tracks and speech as she watches. The cat disappears into the right hand side.
You did this to me. You, sleeping by day and silently floating among the trees of the deepest forests by night. Your blood is killing me slowly as we are not compatible. Your presence cancels out my presence, your body takes my shell and throws it to the wolves.
Breaking of leaves under another pair of boots can be heard offstage, and the speaker presses herself up against a tree to face the audience, hiding. Behind her, a young woman appears from the right hand side, darting amongst the trees, and behind her, a man in dark clothing including cloak runs behind her. The speaker’s voice drops down to a frightened whisper.
I hardly feel myself at all. You, my love and my Devil, are the puppeteer that ties me to strings and controls me as you see fit. I taste your blood on my lips, the cherished metallic taste, and I submit to you in a way that my mind cannot comprehend.
The man and young woman are close to the left hand side of the stage. The man catches up with the young woman and grabs her around the hips, making a hissing sound and throwing both of them out of sight into the left hand side, his face pressed against the left side of her neck. An anguished scream and then crying from the young woman can be heard. The woman (speaker) reaches her arm out to the left hand side after the two, but quickly draws it back, then continues to drift amongst the trees, constantly looking back over her shoulder to the left hand side. The rest of her speech is said in a soft angry tone, yet sounding sorrowful.
You enthralled me to you, back then. I fell under your spell, and the life that you lead seemed far more haunting and exotic than mine, inviting you to take me and make me as one of your own. And now… damn you. You have to send me back, I have to go back, understand it was a passionate mistake. You rule my emotions; you deliberately throw them upside down, letting me fail to work them out. But I do know that I love you and that I hate you…
You may have taken my body and my spirit, but you cannot take my mind. That belongs to me and me alone, the only part that I own and the part that whispers through the darkness, where I wait for you to find me. To save me.
For you speak to me, in echoing whispers that do not ruffle feathers, but ones that I hear loudly. You are near me in the darkness; you are the light I can feel but cannot see. And your light comforts me; no one can compare to you.
The blue and purple lights begin to brighten and the white light is dimmed as a golden light gently bathes the entire stage, indicating dawn. The woman draws back slightly and pulls the hood of her cloak on.
Which is why I’ll not leave you. Even when Hell takes me from your embrace and your blood, and you will try to discard me in order to find your next pretty, human virgin. For you have everything but my mind, the one part of me that I, and not you, control.
The woman steps down on a stick – giving out a loud snapping sound - near the right hand side of the stage and turns to face the left hand side fully.
And that will be your downfall, for I am lost in you and cannot find my way home. We are attached together by your blood, and I shall remain inside of you for all eternity.
The woman disappears into the right hand side.