Created & Written By: Rhiannon "Nikki" McFarling
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Part 1
8/8/ 2016 |
Being alive was an adventure, the places you could go and the sights you could see. Being part of the undead only makes the sights more colorful. No longer are my travels a lone adventure with casual people I would meet. Now I can see the glow of life radiating from people. Different people have different colors that represented their inner beings. Some people give off a blue glow, I noticed those people are always thoughtful and kind. I tend to stay away from the red glow that usually is strong around people who hold evil in their hearts. Yellow glow of course are the people who always seem happy and share their joy with others. My favorite was the people I would meet with a purple glow. Those are rare. They care for those around them in a way a king and queen would protect. My favorite to be around was orange. Why? Well, because those souls taste like sweet candy with a sour bite. Did I forget to mention that in my death I was reborn a Soul Demon? I used to travel in my life during the day and enjoying the sunrise and filling the day with as many experiences as I could before the sunset. Now it is the reverse, except for the fact that I don't actually get to witness a sunset or sunrise; due to the whole sun being involved in those. I'm not a vampire. I don't drink blood and die during the day. I totally don't sparkle like in Twilight. The truth is that the sun steals from my physical being the energy I gain from the souls I take in. I now spend my days hidden inside a hotel room watching terrible tv shows & made for tv movies. I don't sleep. I can't sleep. No dreams for me. I start my night off with sipping from a variety of souls to regain any spent energy I used during the day while hiding from the sun. I don't actually need much since my days are boring. Very, Very, VERY boring, but my nights are colorful and full of adventures.
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Part 2
8/15/ 2016 |
My days are spent usually alone in a hotel room. I don't own a permanent home since I love to travel. I've always traveled as far back as I can remember. While still alive I remember that I would spend hours on flights to exotic places in attempts to capture the perfect picture. I was a professional photographer in life. The sun would provide me with the natural lighting I needed to get the stunning photos that you could see in magazines, on billboards or even in an art gallery that would display my work. Now, it has been a struggle for me. I relished living in the sun. I find myself most days now just sitting in front of a closed window with dark shades drawn tightly closed to block any sneaky rays of light out. I cannot dream but I am always finding myself closing my eyes and envisioning what it looks like on the other side of that shade. I order coffee table books online that feature sun soaked beaches and summits in the mountains. I refuse to give up that part of who I was.
I don't need sleep to gain energy or to reset my brain at night. I have no super powers. I did not gain any massive strength or any other ability in my rebirth. The only special unique thing I have for me is the ability to see auras. Funny how the auras I see are nothing like what you read about in those spiritual articles in the back of magazines. The glows I see are bright, colorful, and the depth of the shades change depending on how prominent the personality of the individual is. I take in the glow by absorbing the energy. It's the same feeling I used to get when I would stand in a sun filled spot in the middle of a forest with the sun's rays covering my face and giving me worth. A feeling that goes through your skin and into your bones. There are hundreds of pictures attempting to capture that same emotion and feeling, where you will see either a young stunning girl or a young child looking up to the sky and their face seems to glow from the sun's warmth while the rest of the photo seems to lack the same energy and peacefulness. I can control how much of the energy I take in from people. I will walk up next to someone and let myself absorb a small piece of who they are. I can see the change in the shading of their glow. I need to be careful not to take too much from one person since that is how you steal their soul. Not stealing souls and creating living zombies from nearly everyone I talk to is a skill that took me years to master. I am a lot older than I look. I do age. My aging is more like after every 25 years I age one year. I was young already when began my existence as a Soul Demon. Young meaning I was only 22 years old. When people see me now I still look mostly 22 but I've been on this planet for almost 75 years now. |
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Part 3
8/22/ 2016 |
I should probably introduce myself officially. My name is Alexandria Sarah Kiloso. I don't remember the first time someone called me ASK for short. The nickname just stuck and now that's how I introduce myself. I was born in a small town of Sugarloaf Pennsylvania. My father owed some type of industrial factory located in Hazleton. I was homeschooled which was unusual back then. My tutorial who visit four days a week and the other three days were spent with my mother learning how to be 'useful' as she liked to call it. I learned photography from my uncle who helped run my father's company. My father was more a business man with paperwork unlike my uncle who was full of energy and hands on in everything he did. My uncle bought me my first camera and told me to go capture life. I would walk along the train tracks and spend mornings capturing images of local farms. By the time I turned 18 I was ready to venture out. My father had started an account for me the day I was born is hopes I would create and expand his business. He had hoped for a son, but my mother had trouble conceiving children. I was their miracle.
I had been trekking across the United States for a year when I got word that my mother was greatly ill. I was on my way back home when I was merely a day away when I made the call home that changed my life. If it wasn't for becoming the UnDead I would claim that was the most life changing event I ever had. My uncle answered the phone when I called my house. The worst had happened. My mother had gotten progressively worse and while my father was driving her to the hospital he ended up losing control of his car and ended up in a snow drift. It had been March and the snow was still falling in the area I grew up in. The roads would get icy and the town would use coal dust to help give the roads traction. When my father had decided it was long overdue to rush my mom to the hospital, it had been snowing all night right after it had been sleeting rain hours before sunset. The roads covered in ice then coated with snow where too much for the town to get fixed where the majority of citizens did not live. I returned home to an empty house. My uncle made all the arrangements for my parents burial. They were buried in a small cemetery in my hometown. The ceremony was small but was shared with what seemed like hundreds of people that my parents knew. My uncle took over my father's company and gave me my inheritance. I sold the home I grew up in and made the decision to travel and experience life. It only took two years for my photography to gain popularity. I wasn't limited on where I could go or what I could do. I was determined to live life to it's fullest, and that's when I met him. He was the man who took my life away and gave me something else. He gave me not something more, but something totally different and unexpected. |
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Part 4
8/29/2016 |
His name was Michael. He once told me his last name but I don't recall it to this day. He was apart of my life longer than he was part of my death. He introduced himself to me when we were both in a small cafe in Paris. The sun had already set and I was finishing up my tea and starting to plan my commute to England. He stood over me and asked if I was Alexandria Kiloso the famous photographer. His voice alone would have pulled my attention away from my tea & planning. When he looked into my eyes I asked him how he knew it was me. He lightly laught and said that I had a certain glow about me. He then took a seat and told me that he loved my work. He said that he had seen my picture in an article about photos I had taken that were being using in a campaign promoting the National Parks in the united States. I was proud of those images and honored that his man had recognized me for my work. He was charming and I found myself enjoying his company. He mentioned to me that he was planning a night trip to London the following week and invited me to join him. After spending a week meeting every night after sunset at different Paris cafes I felt like this could be a man I could travel with and still be able to be independent. I hadn't noticed how I had started to pull back from spending my day outside in the sun.
We had separate cars on a train and the hallway had no windows. I didn't think anything of it how he kept his windows sealed dark and told me that he slept during the day due to his work schedule. He told me that he was and editor for a magazine and was used to staying up all night approving the articles and layouts. On our second night of the trip to London, Michael and I were sitting in the train's restaurant enjoying watching the lights of towns pass by, when he asked me if I ever thought about what I would do if I couldn't take pictures with natural light. I was young and never thought about the future, only what I was doing at that point in time. He decided to tell me a story about a man who lived to see so many changes that the only thing he actually missed was the sunrise. I decided to amuse him and told him that the sunrise is beautiful but the sunset usually held more color for me. He asked me if I would like to see the world in it's true color. Not knowing what he meant I told he yes. The next morning I didn't wake up until nearly 2pm in the afternoon. Our train was supposed to arrive just after sunset, which gave me a few hours to try and catch some final images on the train. We were one a lovely old model train that had real wood and elegant feel. When I reached the open compartment with the afternoon sun leaving no shadows, I noticed how drained I quickly became. I had just woken up and had just been full of energy. At the time I did not know that was the last time I would ever wake up from sleeping, I have never slept again. |
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Part 5
9/5/2016 |
I remember when I first felt the emptiness inside me. I had just felt like all my energy had been drained from my body. I could feel the sun pulling what energy I had from my body. I started to make my way back to my compartment to go back to bed. I wasn't tired, just felt like I have no energy to walk around or even at that point stand. The bright yellow glow nearly blinded me. When the young girl looked up at me I could hear he ask me if I was okay. I took a deep breath while I closed my eyes and then I felt the energy being pulled into me. I could taste lemons and Rosemary, and thoughts the kitchen had opened their door. I then heard the little girl's gasp just before the light vanished from behind my eyelids. I looked down at her and saw an emptiness that now could be seen behind her eyes. Moments before she had been full of life and happiness. Her face had become neutral and she just looked into my eyes and walked away. I no longer was drained and felt like I could run a marathon. I decided to continue back to my train cabin. Michael was leaning against my door. The first thing he had said to me was how I no longer was a deep purple but a bright yellow. His smirk was something I wasn't used to seeing on his face.
I invited him into my cabin where I had tea delivered with some sandwiches. We sat there and ate in near silence until he finally spoke, "Welcome to the UnDead". My only reaction was to laugh. There was no way he could have been serious, but he was. He told me a story about a man who wondered the world in the shadows craving to just stand in the sun. His story was filled with sadness and loneliness. He told me about how the sun steals energy from some abandoned souls, only for those souls to steal their energy from other souls. He told me of a world filled with color that comes from the depth of a person's being, their inner emotions & personalities that are what their soul is. He shared a story of having no need to sleep, and a day filled with time to learn while watching the world change over time. I unexpectedly felt happy and joyful at that moment that I would be able to experience a world of color unlike I had never seen. I did not know at the time that the happiness I felt wasn't my own but part of the soul I had absorbed from the little girl. Micheal did not apologize, explain how, or tell me why I became the UnDead as a Soul Demon as he. He simply said that both life and death continue on in the light and in the dark. He excused himself form my cabin claiming to give me time to think and take in all he had said. Alone in my train cabin I sat thinking about what I could plan to do in London and if Michael would take me to places I never would have thought existed. There just had to be more to what he had told me. More to see, feel and do. New to this unseen world I needed to know how to navigate through. I don't know how long I had been in my cabin before I left to find Michael. I knocked on his cabin door and received no answer. I made my way to the lounge car and noticed that the final colors of the sunset were filtering through the windows before vanishing. There in the middle of the car was Michael. He looked peaceful and asleep. I tried to wake up and failed. I quickly went for assistance but found only one lounge attendant who told me that Michael had come into the car about 1 hour ago and sat down to watching the scenery. She told me that he refused any services and told her that he just wanted to watch the sunset before falling asleep. By the time we arrived in London, the paramedics and police were waiting. He was officially pronounced dead on arrival. He had brought me into a new chapter in my life and my death, then abandoned me alone to discover what hid in the shadows for myself. |
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