Sanguine Tears, Scarlet Dreams
After many months of facing the harsh reality trapped within their
relationship, Edgar knew the finality of the situation. He could no
longer hide from the inevitable. He must face the harsh truth that
rested inside the decaying tomb outside Fordham. Although he hated what
he was about to undertake, he knew that he must say goodbye to his
dearest friend, lovely Virginia.
Four o’clock, Edgar arrived at
the entrance to the cemetery. The frigid winds howling off Long Island
Sound sent a chill down his spine. He could feel the emptiness in his
soul grow larger as he glanced beyond the grey willows toward the
Valentine family crypt in the far corner of the graveyard. He shuddered
to think about what lay before him. He loved Virginia with all his heart
and her loss was slowly destroying him.
As he crept toward the
tomb, vibrant Virginia raced through his mind. He remembered how 11
years earlier an ancestral storm was spawned by his desire to wed his
cousin. True, it was a forbidden love frowned upon by society, but only
young Virginia made him feel complete. Her beauty, even at the mere age
of 13 when they married was beyond compare, with her pale skin and dark
hair flowing down the subtle curves along her cheeks. However, the
comfort and understanding of her words made all of the outrage
worthwhile. Many could not understand this relationship, as the specter
of their shared bloodline blinded reality. For Edgar, who never
consummated this relationship with his bride, the blood was not thicker
than their bond.
A life so pure, he thought, how could this
damn disease ravage her so? Looking back, it seemed like yesterday when
the small trickle of blood flowed from her mouth at the piano. Now, she
was but a shell of herself, damaged by the years of consumption that
ravaged her frail body. Edgar, too, had suffered with her, turning to
cognac and whiskey to drown his sorrow as his wife withered away. Not
only did her ailment cause mental fatigue, his physical appearance
deteriorated, his once flowing hair was now unkempt, his face sunken and
scarred from many a fall in a drunken stupor.
Finally, upon the
steps to the vault, Edgar shuttered to face what was inside. Could her
week inside this dismal tomb decay her beyond recognition? After a nip
of cognac to ease his nerves, he opened the chamber. The crisp aroma of
lily overwhelmed him. At that exact moment, his broken heart raced as he
saw her lying in wait; her pallid skin stained by the lasting remnants
of the sanguine tears, her pale blue eyes reflecting the candlelight.
This could not be the end; God would not take her purity.
entered, with only the chorus of heartbeats breaking through the
silence. Slowly be reached down with his rough hands and caressed her
soft cheek. “I am here my love,” he whispered as her lifeless eyes
looked through him, piercing his soul. Gently Edgar untied the bow on
her flowing lace gown, something he longed to do for so long, but could
never muster the courage. Soon, he thought, our bond will be complete.
shadows fell across Virginia’s striking face. Edgar thought his heart
would stop, his life gasping for one last breath. “Darkness should never
touch flesh so pure, consume a life as yet untainted, or steal a soul
so loved,” he said as he slowly navigated his way along her slip. He
could feel Virginia’s pale eyes guide him through her taut labyrinth.
With every shiver, he felt an exciting a new sensation and every curve
on her body ignited another flame in his heart. Edgar’s screams echoed
throughout the abyss, yet Virginia’s stillness remained steadfast. At
last, after 11 long years, their bodies were finally combined as one.
fell beside his motionless love, “Darling Virginia, how did we reach
this point, why did it have to be you?” His muted beauty spoke no words,
as the trail of scarlet tears rained down to her breasts. Edgar
realized what he had done. He did not bid farewell to his darling
Virginia; he defiled her. He became one of the monsters from his
stories, he was destined to survive as the tortured soul buried in the
Quickly he rose, horrified by what he saw lying before
him, his mind petrified. Her magnificence was tainted by an unholy lust.
Edgar knew he could not face the world again, he must send himself to
Hell. Edgar reached for the candelabra and placed it beneath the vast
drapes. His eyes pooled and his heart swelled with regret, as he
embraced Virginia for one last time, “I am so sorry my love-- Goodbye!”
awoke in a sweat, his writing desk cluttered with days of incoherent
thoughts, insane prose and empty halves of cognac. “Virginia, why did
you leave me, we were meant to be,” he said staring at an empty page,
“Damn you Death! You have destroyed all that I am, all that I ever
Clarity returned, his quill alive. The words began to flow; It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know, By the name of Annabel Lee…