Old memories

Så, nu har jag skrivit något helt nytt, ett nytt fenomen, eller nya händelser kanske, som jag inte kommit på innan. Fick sån stark inspiration från denna bild.
Här är det jag skrev inklusive inspirationsbilden, nu ska jag sova, trots att jag är inne i mitt esse, men jag måste verkligen sova.

Utkastet handlar om Caskus som drömmer tillbakablickar ur sitt gamla liv, när han fortfarande var människa, om sin bästa vän Nicholas som blev mördad av en vampyr.

It was monday forenoon and as usual we were late for school. Not that we bothered, but unluckily our parents did. With threates of suspending our weekly allowance and giving us curfew after curfew they tried to force us to go to that bloody school. Unfortunatley for them we didn't let their threats scare us. We were young, rash, wealthy and handsome. Two men who had barely seen the world but still thought they knew everything there was to know about it. We were the kings of not only our neighborhood but the entire town, maybe even Britannia...
The image of the two innocent youngsters on their way to school, who laughed and enjoyed one anothers company vanished as Caskus was dragged out of his sleep.
”Nicholas...”
He sat up with a rumbling roar, pulled the sheet off him and got out of bed in seconds. His bare torso was drenched in cold sweat, as was his bed.
”Nicholas.” The voice in his head whispered weakly, desperate to be heard.
”No!” He screamed and grabbed the glassvase on his desk, throwing it hard to his feet. ”I don't want to...!” Water and glass were mixed as the vase hit the floor in an explosive crash that echoed among the stonewalls. "I don't want to remember."
He covered his face with shaky hands, not wanting to be remembered by what he had just seen. But as he closed his eyes he was dragged back into it.

Nicholas checked shirt was soggy with blood. His eyes weren't smiling like they used to, they were filled with pain and fright. My bloody hands trembled as I looked from them to Nicholas. He was so helpless, I was helpless.. unable to do anything... unable to save his life...

”Stop it!” Caskus screamed. ”Don't you dare play tricks on me!” Tears started dripping down from his dark blue eyes. ”Don't you dare...” He sobbed, sinking down below the bed, surrounded by the broken glass. ”Don't you dare...”
He pulled his fingers through his long darkblonde hair. He had let death take Nicholas... he had not tried to fight for him to survive... He had let death have its prey...