sexta-feira, 31 de outubro de 2008

Amor. Somente amor.

A noite estava quente e úmida, uma brisa suave soprava as poucas folhas das árvores em pleno outono. O chão era coberto de grama crescida e verde, molhada do orvalho que caía e da chuva da noite anterior.

Alguns passarinhos cantavam ao longe, acompanhando o ritmo leve da brisa e das ondas fracas que mal chegavam à praia. A espuma branca batia quase imperceptivelmente nas rochas negras e cheias de limo.

Sob a luz alvo-azul-enegrecida da lua cheia, a paisagem tornava-se melancólica e aconchegante, harmônica. O cheiro de terra limpava o ar cheio de problemas, e o calor da noite acolhia os corpos sob o luar.

Os olhos, ouvidos, nariz e boca não sentiram o delicioso sabor da noite de outono; concentravam-se uns nos outros: olhos fechados, ouvidos fechados, o nariz apenas respirando e tomando fôlego para que as bocas não precisassem se desligar uma da outra.

Nas folhas caídas sob a grama, sob a sombra enorme e negra das rochas costeiras, abençoados pelos olhares mudos das estrelas, ouvindo a melodia do mundo ao redor, a noite passou, linda, esplêndida, maravilhosa. Passou e acabou.

A melhor noite de outono de uma vida inteira, tatuada na memória com um amor maior que todos, um cheiro melhor que os outros, um som mais harmônico que qualquer um, e o gosto mais gostoso que uma boca poderia dar. Amor. Somente amor.

quinta-feira, 30 de outubro de 2008

The Sunrise

I’m a vampire. I have eternal life. I have an empty life. That, that I was, pulled down a long time ago. What remained hides itself in the night shadows. I try to kill what remained and take away this pain inside me. But I can’t, I’m a vampire.

I’ve already had ideas. I’ve already fought for them, I still do, but my fight now is an empty fight. I fight for the others, not for myself anymore, because a part of me is already dead and what rested is hidden.

I hope today will be the last fight. I want to find peace.

***

Father Aber and Father Tres are leaving the city of Versovio, a city near the frontier with the Empire dominated by vampires. They received from the duke De Lavis, the vampire that governs the city, information of an attack from Volonté de Mirna, an organization connected to Rozen Kreuz. The attack would be realized by only one vampire, Kosef von Gauss, the same one involved with the attack to the Church of Tagus and with the recent liberation of the vampire Alphonse Notrè. It was certainly somebody dangerous.

Father Aber tried to disguise his nervousness. The mission would be complicated. Many people’s lives were in risk, and they didn’t have any sureness they would arrive in time. Besides, Esther have gone to her first lonely mission. How would she go? He was afraid of something could happen to her. Father Tres just waited for the mission begging.

***

I’n arriving to the Baron of Lutz’s mansion. Volonté de Mirna has sent me to kill the Baron. He has been an obstacle to the organization goals. He must be eliminated. But I know it isn’t what they really want. This is, in fact, a suicide mission.

I killed Alphonse Notrè, right after they set free from the Vatican. They knew it. They just didn’t get any prove. They couldn’t punish me in front of the other members of the organization. But, even so, they gave me the verdict. They sent me to a mission where I’m supposed to die, but I don’t regret. I did it for you, Selena…

The mansion is well guarded. Some are vampire. Most of them are humans. I don’t know the weak points of the house. I don’t know how to get in unfurnished. I don’t have time for this, I don’t even have will for it. I’ll do my way then, get in destroying everything, to forget that the destroyed is me!

I take any guard’s head and beat with violence against the gate. The blood spurts, it was just a human.

The guards that were in middle distance starts to shoot. I feel pain, but it doesn’t really bruise. The other guard, who was with the one I just killed, was a vampire. He is fast. His incisions with the silver dagger are vigorous. He also has good reflexes. I try to injure him but he shuns back like a mortal. He scales quickly the wall and jumps over me. I hold his leg and I throw him violently against the floor. Still torpid, he tries to attack me, but this time he wasn’t fast enough, I hold his arm and I kill him with his own dagger.

Ah, the other guards still try to shoot. Quickly I arrive until them and I take their lives easily. Any challenge. It seems that Volonté de Mirna isn’t going to achieve its goal. It also seems that isn’t tonight that I’ll find peace.

I feel another bullet pass across my flash. This one really bruises me. It seems to be a special bullet to kill vampires. Quickly I see where the shot came from. Before reaching the shooter, I still got two more shots. He tries to deviate my first move, but he is bruised. It listens to a deaf-thud in his chest. Although being a human he still survives, but he isn’t lucky on the second incision.

I get in the house. It’s full of people! It seems a party is going on here. Very fast, I locate my target. The Baron also noticed my arrival and run away by the stairs. The guards start getting in and the people get scared. I keep passing by the crowd without caring if I’m bruising or even killing them. I’m sorry Selena… it was in it what I became.

I go up the stairs and I find to vampire. One of both uses a kind of spear with its tip loaded with energy. The other is with empty hands, but his claws grow in a disproportionate way. I try to hit the vampire with claws but both are very fast, I’m almost hit by the spear. When I try to attack one, this one is already ready to defend himself and the other goes for the attack. If it wasn’t by my own experience in combats, perhaps I’ve already been defeated. Maybe, even so, I can be defeated. I need to risk now.

I try to hit the vampire with claws. He avoids and the other tries to hit me. This time I allow him to hit me. The spear passes across my flash. The pain is huge. But the pain I carry inside is bigger and my body empty. It doesn’t make any difference. I take the vampire that still holds the spear and I throw him against the vampire with claws. Their astonishment face almost makes me laugh, but I can’t. I break the spear and with the staff I overpass them both. I don’t know their names. I don’t care. They are incapable of taking me to my eternal rest.

The guard arrived and watched the end of the fight. Paralyzed. With just one look I do them go back. One of them even fell on his knees. Then, I go on my search.

At turning the second corridor I suddenly find another vampire. He has long hairs, nice clothes and is holding a sword. He introduces himself. Gurthan Briesch is his name. I’ve already heard about him. He is the Baron de Lutz’s personal killer. Very skilful. Perhaps it’s my chance to find peace...

He is faster than any other vampire here. His incisions also have great precision. Before I could try anything he hits my left leg and my thorax, on the right side. I try to hit him. But his tongue prolongs out his body and catch my arm. With incredible strength it pull me in his direction and my belly is crossed by his lamina. His skill is impressive, I have to use my skill of blood.

Before that his tongue finishes unfastening my arm, I catch it with my other hand. I make to grow a crust over his tongue, hard as a rock. But rock never were resistant enough to me. I break his tongue in two. He becomes possessed by the fury and starts attacking frenetically. He still hits me three injuries until I get to catch his arm. I begun to petrify him, then he draw back. It’s already late, his arm became useless. When I think that I had already dominated the fight he surprises me with one more attack. He passes by me with impressive speed and hits my back. I spin the body to hold him and then the flash is torn. I catch his head, after petrifying it, I turn it into pieces on the floor.

After the effort, I fall down. But I still have strength to get up. I think this suffering will prolong for some more time. I’m a vampire. I have eternal life.

While I get in the room where the Baron is, I think about the way I’ve already gone through until here. I used to fight for the expansion of the Empire. We were the race that would substitute the humans. I had fought for this until I met Selena. No matter how hard I had fought for the vampires, she was the only one who accepted me for who I am. She didn’t care about my brutal appearance. She knew I was somebody. A human. It was then she was taken from me. I died with her. Just decadence has left. I followed only obeying the organization orders. Later I discovered that a member of my own organizations had killed her. But it didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t bring her back. I confess having felt some pleasure in killing Alphonse. But the pain still remains. I’m still empty.

I get in the room where the Baron de Lutz is. He is cornered, scared, desperate. He doesn’t know that I am too. He says that the AX is coming, that perhaps it would be better save him. The Vatican agents were going. My last hope for tonight. I decided to let him live a little more. If they werent’s strong enough, the Baron dies. We were in the room wainting.

***

Father Aber and Father Tres arrived at the Baron de Lutz’s mansion. The sun is almost rising. The people had already left the house. They had arrived very late. It remained just some bodies of guests, guards and vampires. They thought there was nothing else to be done, but they were informed that Kosef was still in the house, locked with the Baron.

Father Abel arrived to the room’s door where Kosef kept the Baron as a hostage, He tries to start a negotiation, but Kosef blew up the door without negotiation anything. Father Tres opened fire, without hesitating. Kosef is bruised, but quickly he can hold one of Tres’ arms and begun to petrify him. He throws Tres against the wall separating the arm to the body. Then Tres gets in the room to rescue the Baron. Father Abel is in charge of Kosef.

Like a vampire who sucks vampires, Abel go for Kosef with his scythe. He isn’t affected by the petrifaction and the fight goes on. At the first opportunity Abel Nightroad throws Kosef against the wall and fell down with him. The sun was rising. It was the end of that vampire.

***

Finally I found an opponent able to bring me peace. The Angel of Death brought me the desired rest. The skin burns, but I don’t feel any pain. The sun is rising. There was a long time I don’t see the sunrise. It’s like it fulfills my empty life with hope of seeing Selena again. It’s while the body is undoing that I find everything what I had lost.

Coração Dilacerado

Um coração dilacerado, onde ninguém tocou.
Um lugar inóspito, selvagem, hostil…
Talvez tranqüilo, porém, agora perigoso.
Não há álibi que o livre de um erro, nem um Cristo salvador que o salve da cólera de seu próprio desejo.
Devassando seu olhar no espelho, nem mesmo ele, o dilacerado, sabe como ainda consegue fitar-se…
Uma frágil figura sem rosto.
É fácil fazer coisas quando não se tem uma real imagem no espelho…
Uma imagem triste, desfigurada e transparente.
Não por simplicidade, mas por falta de cor, pálida.
Uma imagem ávida de sangue, vida…
Na memória, ainda o som dos açoites…
E o vento não parou com as pancadas enquanto até que não houvesse mais esperança.
Pois dizem que é a única que não morre, e se morre…
É a última.
A um coração dilacerado, inquieto…
Que fala fraco, que escuta em mudo, sente em carne viva.
Fragilizado e ainda sim com um olhar determinado no espelho…
O pulso, ainda pulsa.
As feridas sempre saram;
A cor sempre volta;
A tempestade cessa, uma hora ela cessa…
E quando o vento passa, a poeira baixa…
Lá esta ele, regenerado, colorido, empoeirado por ter se dado horas a fio, e tendo ela em seus braços…
Tudo recente.
Os açoites, o punhal que ninguém viu, sua imagem no espelho, seu olhar quando lembrou que estava ali apenas por que viu, observou, sentiu o gosto de um olhar de anjo…
A tem em seus braços.
Não conhece seu rosto, nunca viu seus lábios, nunca os tocou.
Mas aquele olhar…
Aquele sim ele conhece.
Foi o que o dilacerou.
Foi por ele que lutou na tempestade.
Foi por esse olhar, que ao chegar ao fundo do poço, ergueu-se sobre seus próprios pés…
Embotado de suor e lágrima.
Ávido de sentir em sua direção, em sua vida, em seus braços.
Um rosto angelical com um olhar de anjo.