Cognata: A Vampire Romance by Jedaiah Ramnarine

Author:Jedaiah Ramnarine [Ramnarine, Jedaiah]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Tags: Fantasy
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2015-12-31T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Ouroboros

Alexia's Journal,

June 17th 1932

Dark, misty, wet and cold - that's how I remember that old cavern. I was uncomfortable and deep inside, I felt whiny. Still, I knew I had to be there. Sergio never seemed afflicted by anything. He kept his sight fixed on his destination; a destination that I hadn't a clue about at that point. The darkness unveiled itself once my eyes adapted to its shade - a common trait of my kind: night vision. I thought to myself, 'just how deep does this cavern run?' It was unbelievable how long we walked through it. I wondered if it'd ever end.

The deeper we ventured into what I thought was nothing more than nature's work, the more I eventually realized I was bested by my ignorance. For the deeper we went, I recognized that this was no mere formation of mother earth. This cavern was the entrance to an ancient crypt.

"What is this place?" I asked my guide, feeling the walls with my fingers, looking around the jagged rock formations being replaced by artificial ones the further we ventured in. Structures clearly built by the hands of man.

"Ouroboros: The Ancient's Burial." Sergio dipped his hand in the puddles of water that seeped from the cracks of the rocks around us. Light came to the water; a light cyan bioluminescence replaced the need for night vision. There was a large chamber built in the stone and through it, connected rooms filled with individual tombs. The walls were covered with ancient carvings - glyphs of some kind. I did not understand it.

"What do these say?" I trailed my fingers on the glyphs as if I could read them myself, concentrating tirelessly to figure them out.

"History. History of our people." Sergio came to my side, studying the glyphs as well

"Do you understand it?" I looked at him

"Some of it." He kept his eyes on the wall. There were inscriptions of all sorts, expertly crafted and well painted. You could tell whoever designed the place, did it with great reverence and great respect. It was meticulous and refined. There were depictions of that which I thought to be my kindred, marked from the 'blood down their lips'. They came to this place long ago and from what I could make out, they ended their lives here in some sort of ritual sacrifice to seemingly end the madness of their curse.

But why? I wondered. What would drive them to take their own lives? As terrible as the dark gift is, I cannot confess it is worth suicide. I might have had my own suicidal tendencies, but they weren't completely structured on my curse.

"Many years after the death of Halona, our kindred became restless, tormented and depraved." Sergio moved deeper into the chamber, expecting me to perhaps follow along and so I did, leaving behind my previous mediocrities.

"The leadership could not be maintained. Halona had done far more than we understood at the time." He brushed away some dust from another depiction. It was there I saw another piece of the puzzle.

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