Your Gothic Nightmare

The Oath
scenario by Cristiano Bruzzi, age 33

Here I am again, in this terrible and frightful night, on your tomb, my beloved Ranieri, lord of my heart. Yet, you could hardly recognise me changed as I am.

A hundred and one years have past from the day in which, crushed and broken, I laid you in your sepulchre, still in your bridegroom’s robe, and swore to avenge you and then to reach you forever. My first task was quickly carried out: I knew well your murderer, count Uberti, the man who would have you dead rather than suffer our union. I plunged a stiletto in his throat with my own hands, suffocating his cowardly cries for mercy. Then, with a heart heavier than stone I went to see my confessor, don Cristoforo, to part from him and to beg his forgiveness, for I knew I could not hope in the Almighty God’s because of the vile sin I was about to commit in order to join you. But the holy man spoke to me words that changed my determination. He told me that there were ways to raise the dead and bring them back to life, although he would not reveal them to me because this would mean the perdition of my Christian soul. He hoped, in this way, to postpone my decision and to bring me to accept my fate with pious resignation. But in my desperation I escaped our homeland, Venice, the beautiful city of a thousand bridges, and began my wanderings and my studies in the unspeakable arts of black magic. Many a country I roamed seeking the knowledge I needed. At last I encountered he who made me what I am now and taught me how to resurrect you. His name was Lord Ruthven. He created me a vampire and as he feasted on my body and made me eternal so shall I do with you, my loved one.

Soon you shall rise from your cold tomb and we shall be together forever, immortal bloodsucking creatures of the night.

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