To A Darker Brightness

To A Darker Brightness

By Glen C. Lacock

published by Glen Lacock

Smashwords Edition

© 2010 by Glen Lacock

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Cover art by Glen C. Lacock

Dedications

This book is for all my friends, family and to my wife Christena Lacock who was there with support, friendship and her love. A love that has lasted through everything, even when she was away.

My brother jack, who was there showing me the hope in the world, when it seemed to have all gone.

To Darrell youcallthiswriting?gimmeethatC4 Bledsoe, my editor, what a blastard. You want this guy.

To Cody who read it, but was taken before the book was finished. May he find peace.

Chapter One

"Sometimes you fight Evil with Evil

What we see as Evil may be the only way to get the job done"

The early-morning hours…These are called the witching hours. These hours; it takes so long for them to turn. Yet, that dilation of time, is the least of the weirdness. I’ve heard rumors about deja-vu and seeing things that people thought were hollow memories, and their eyes playing tricks on them. This is where my story starts. I am a watchman on the third shift. I did not know if it was a dream. I had to take this job because I had to pay my child support. I had just gone through my wife walking out on me and taking our little baby with her. I walked in on her from my day job, finding her in bed with another man and was told that he was better than me in bed, among other insults layered upon that…life sucked at this point. I am 39 years old now and so poor no women care to look at me as husband material. I’ve tried online dating, and all I got was nothing. My friends even went above and beyond for me, consoling me and doing their best to help me out with my dating situation. But after several blind dates, my heart couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted HER back, and the feeling of there not being anything ahead of me, drove me further into despair. Can there be just one woman, one dream girl that would be mine- one that would divert my world away from this pain and sadness and boring drudgery which I call my life. I do my job only to see each day as a time clock clicking away to my meaningless death. I want more. I want so much more, then my parents, my grandparents. Those people who saw potential in me…I want to go out and show them I can be something, and have that feeling of accomplishment for once in my pathetic existence. I wanted to be a hero. I dream of it every day. To be the man I wanted to be- the dashing and daring figure of a man, that when I walk in the room, women faint to be near, like the men in the old books and movies, that are just bigger than life. Now I feel like I’ve hulled-out to satisfy the gratification of a woman who told me she loved and then left me, gutted and crucified on her love. The sense of depression that had set in, was making me wish for death but it did not come; and so each day I go to work and home in hope that something would happen to me. I find myself reading more books about heroes and the women that love them. All my free time was spent at the library and home. I started to make my own world in my mind that began each day when I went home; when I would go and lay down and just enter that world. I was pulled more and more into my own world. I remembered a book that was a love story about vampires, and how I loved that book. I would read it over and over and it was causing me to lose my sense of reality and my only hope was that I could stay in that world; but every day I had to wake up to the reality of my dreary real life, when I went work.

Chapter 2

I was walking on my rounds at work when I saw her, and she looked like a dream. I could not believe my eyes because she looked like a ghost, but she was so stunning that I felt my breath was taken away and I died. I looked at my cell phone for the time and saw that it was 4 o’clock in the morning and I remembered what my grandmother said about the early morning hours being the witching hours and how, in those hours to be careful, because you do not know who in the night you will run into. At this point in my life, I would not care who I ran in to. If I ran into the Devil himself, I would probably make the deal and sign my soul away, just to be that man I dream of.

I thought it was a dream. It passed so quickly it was like seeing a ghost. The next night when I started my job, I asked the person at the front desk if they had seen or heard of some lady that looked like a dream walking around the job site. She looked at me and told me that she didn’t but that I should ask the guy that used to work here. I asked her if she knew his name and where to find him. She told me if you can go to the asylum on old county road, you can find him there. The lady at the desk turned around and said he’s at the asylum because one night, about four in the morning he went crazy, went home, and killed his whole family. I looked at her and thanked her, walking out and being upset that she could not tell me more of what I wanted to know.

I went and did my job and then at about four in the morning, I saw her again. She looked like every woman I had ever dreamed of and that I wanted for my own. She had curves that would drive a man to kill, hair so long that it covered her back, flowing and graceful of a raven-black hue, and a mysterious air about her that drew me in. Her clothing was as white and beautiful as silk, almost see-through. It clung to her body in such a way that when she passed through the moonlight, she seemed like a statue carved by the Michelangelo, reminiscent of his work on Aphrodite and the Japanese artwork of a geisha. I followed her and she turned to me. She moved her hand to have me follow her, like she was beckoning me to move my bones to lust. I got closer to her and then she looked at me with eyes that would make any man say yes. I desperately wanted to say yes and would do anything…It was like my body lost total control. In my mind, part of me wanted to run but I could not get my body to obey, because whatever was going on with me at that point of time, was overwhelming everything that was behind. My mind, as I got closer to her, it started to black out, as if someone had reached up and wiped it clean. That moment in time, everything that had happened in my past of my life, went through my head as if I was being made into a new person with no past to remember, and all that I was going to be was in front of me with no history, just like death had come to my door and was knocking and was demanding entrance. I had no choice in what was going to happen to me. Dragging me closer to her to the point I was in reach of her. She pulled me in closer still and kissed me and fire coursed through my veins. If I had only known the changes that were to come, maybe, I would have run. But it was too late; she had me with that kiss.

As she kissed me, she went down to my neck and I felt the pain as she bit me. I felt the puncture wounds of the teeth as they sliced into my flesh and my blood being pulled out of my body. I could see her eyes change to the color red as she filled herself on my blood. I thought my life was over and that she was like a tigress that had hold of her prey that she was not going to let go. For the look of her, she did look as a person that could hold me, but she was the strongest thing that had ever grabbed me. I tried to pull away but could not. I felt like a mouse that was being played with by a cat that was having so much fun playing with her food. The fact that no matter how hard I tried to pull away she just held me there. I felt the life drain out of me, but at the same time she cut her arm and told me to drink. At first I tried to fight her but she pulled my mouth over the cut that poured out her blood. She pulled my mouth to make sure that the blood flowed into my mouth and made sure that I drank it. It was like fire being poured into mouth. Her hand was so strong, that she could’ve snapped my head off, without even thinking about it.

I knew the change was happening inside of my body. It was like a fire that had been pouring down into my throat, I could feel as it went through my system it was such a shock that my eyes closed and all I could hear was her voice. She said, Drink so that you can live. I will show you a whole new world. Her blood had changed from being sickening for me to drink, to being the greatest drink that I could ever have wanted, and still wanted more. The taste was sweet like honey and full of life. My eyes opened up and I could see in the dark and in reflection of her eyes I saw that my eyes as they turned red, just like hers. The feeling of power came into my bones and my body was so strong that it was overpowering. Then it all stopped. She pulled away and said, Stop. That is all you need now. I told her I wanted more. She told me I could have more-later. I wanted it NOW. She gave a look and said this is not the time; I had forgotten how the blood lust takes over people that just changed and brings out the cravings that are so powerful that you must control it or die. You are now part of me and part of the night; your old life is gone forever. She went on to say that I have made you so there will always be a part of me in you. Now come, because this is not a place to talk. We will take care of your 'new apatite' when the time is right.

Chapter 3

She said we must