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| "THE FALL OF MR. POE'S IMAGINARIUM" PART I |
“I'm done. I won't do
this. I can't.”
While sitting on the old
sofa, the young man rested his forehead on his long arms. After
giving everything for the only person he knew loved him, he realized
that he could not proceed anymore. It was a dead-end. All this
killing and blood lust, and for what? To please her. She
was constantly asking and demanding but he-- he was simply caught in
her web of lies and deceits. She was his own Black Widow and every
time he satisfied her she was devouring him from the inside.
“I'm
telling you Raven. It's over. People are suspicious now. In my last
murder I was spotted. They saw a tall lean man wearing black leaving
from Mr. Usher's house. My cover is blown. I can't do this.”
“Mr.
Poe... Why --oh why-- you should be so persistent? I understand all
the difficulties you may encounter. But let me tell you this: it's
all for the greater good. You see, you are the one who brought me
back from the dead. You are the one who asked me to save your lover.
And in order to do that you have to trust me. And obey me.”
The
pale girl came closer to Mr. Poe and touched his cheek. He felt an
unearthly fire rising from within. It was true-- he revived her to do
exactly what the Unholy Scriptures would say; he needed to save
Ligeia. He could not do without her. Ligeia was his safe haven, his
darling and his bride. He loved her with every inch of his heart; he
ached for her and that was the reason why he had to save her from
eternal damnation.
“I
have done as you wished Raven. It's only a matter of time before they
found me. I have to lay low. Can't you see how it's all messed up
after visiting the Ushers? I shouldn't have touched Madeleine. I
shouldn't have given her these uncanny fits. She was buried alive for
God's sake! You have turned me into a psycho killer!”
Raven
caught his trembling hands and brought them on her chest right where
her heart was supposed to be located. He didn't feel any pulse. She
was an undead-- a female demon from the other side.
But
anytime Mr. Poe touched Raven he failed to recollect the reasons of his
animosity towards her. He was only aware of a growing sensation under
his skin, of an amazing warmth in his cheeks and of an extraordinary
tremor which affected his limbs. He was unable to deny Raven
anything; with her black hair and obsidian eyes she hypnotized him.
He still could not forget the first night they made love to each
other. Her touch enthralled him and her kisses... they suffocated
him. She was the embodiment of life and death at the same time-- so
much passion and so much coldness, so much lust and so much silence.
“My
dearest Edgar, you were meant to give me form and pull me out from
oblivion. I was lost without you. I know you also were lost without
me. And now that I'm here, now that I'm next to you and I'm staring
deep into your hazel eyes, I know that your urge to make love to me
again is only natural. Because you have realized by now that I am the
true Ligeia; I am the one you seek to protect, not that pathetic girl
next-door. You are mine dear and I... I am yours.”
And
with that, Raven's hair grew longer and curlier. Her lips became
fuller and her eyes had the most amazing eyelashes Mr. Poe ever
witnessed. She was so much like... She really did resemble.... But
no, that could not be true. Simply because Raven was going to cure
Ligeia. She was not taking her place or anything like that, was she?
Mr.
Poe now was unable to tell the difference. The girl in front of him,
the girl sitting on his lap was not only Raven but also Ligeia. They
shared the same facial features and the same slender body, the same
long fingers and the same beautiful smile. But Mr. Poe found the
power and, surprisingly enough, he pushed this doppelganger away from
him. At the same time, he heard Ligeia's soft cries from the bedroom.
“Why
are you doing this? You're not her! Leave her face alone! You can
never be her. She is
the one I love, not you!”
Mr.
Poe ran towards the small bedroom and found Ligeia coughing and
spitting blood from her petite mouth. Her lips were dry and her hair
were thinner than usual. She was dying and Mr Poe could do nothing anything more than simply wait for a miracle. Or Raven's
intervention.
“Oh
my love, please stay with me. I'll find a way and get you back; I
promise. I'll do that and then we can move back to Philly. I swear,
baby, I'll do anything to save you.”
Evil
laughing was heard from behind the door. Mr. Poe gently laid down
Ligeia and after kissing her tenderly on the forehead, he moved
towards the sound. Raven was there half-naked and she was laughing a
devilish laugh; the air in the house was colder than usual and her
skin was brighter than before.
She
approached him and stopped a breath away.
“You
must fool yourself Edgar if you think that you're able to deny me. I
still remember your body melting onto mine the day you first raised
me from Purgatory. I still remember how you shouted and cried from
pleasure when I did this... and this....”
Raven
touched Mr. Poe in places he could not name and he felt the sexual
excitement in his boiling blood. He wanted her. He yearned for her.
He desired her with all the power of his will; she was a seductress
and he failed to resist her every time she pulled these kind of
tricks on him.
Raven
licked his ear lob and pulled gently Mr Poe's hair. He groaned and
realized he could not hold back. He took her in his arms and started
kissing her delicious lips. He pushed her onto the nearest wall and
bit her breasts. She moaned and begged him to continue. Mr Poe
grabbed her waist
with his right hand; with his left he held her wrists firmly on the wall and
let loose.
Raven
cried from pleasure and managed to utter something, before they
finally reached their apex.
“Edgar,
you can never get away from me. I'm your poison and you love sipping
me.”
Later
that night Mr. Poe woke up from a dreamless sleep. The naked body of
Raven was next to him and he could feel her eyes in the dark. Despite
the fact that she assumed a female body to enter the realm of the
living, she was still a demon of Purgatory and that meant that she
did not perform any basic human functions like sleeping or eating.
However, her sexual desire was insatiable; Mr. Poe sometimes thought
that Raven indulged in such activities in order to fill the void
inside her. She was dead and somehow she had to manage walking as a
living person, look like one and act like one. But of course, Mr. Poe
pondered on these things when he was out of Raven's reach; when she
was away trying to resurrect other demons or when she was performing
rituals which included the sacrifice of innocent people.
Mr.
Poe could not think clearly when he was near her. And yet, he still
hoped that his newly discovered talent of reviving satanic spirits
and in that case Raven's would salvate his lady Ligeia.
Ligeia
was always a strange girl; she knew lots about lots, she had guided
him throughout their first years together into fulfilling his destiny
as a necromancer. She was the light in his life and he felt certain
that upon losing her, he would lose his mind and possibly be
committed to a mad house. Ligeia held this power over him-- she made
him whole in an eerie way and yet, he could not remember when he
first laid eyes on her. The only thing that he seemed to recall
anytime he was close to her was his mad and irrational love for her
dark curly hair and black eyes; she moved like a shadow and felt
cold-- yet, when they made love she unleashed such a fiery temper, it
was hard for one not to fall in love with her.
Such
were the thoughts of Mr. Poe alongside Raven's naked body and such
was his confusion every time he tried to think of Ligeia-- for he
could not shape her image without merging it with Raven's. And how
could he remember his sexual consummation with Ligeia when he had not
touched her for over a year? For a year had passed since she fell
down with an unexplained illness and six months since Raven was
resurrected in his attic.
“I
have to go for a walk Raven. I have to clear my head.”
Mr.
Poe got dressed and without looking back at Raven, he stormed out of
the small wooden door of his semi-detached house. And Raven did not
attempt to stop him. She let him go for she knew that he was a lost
cause.
~A
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