Date: The night Jesus died on the cross
"Judas you have betrayed me, how dare you."
"Almighty Father, forgive me for I have sinned."
"Sinned you have, forgiveness you will not receive. Your sin of not loving my son is far too great a betrayal to forgive,"
Here I am kneeling on the ground, as the voice of God continues to resonate in my ear. His wrath and anger are clear, I will not survive his punishment, but at the very least I shall embrace the sweet release of death if it is to escape that punishment.
"Ah Judas, did you really think you can escape me even in death? Death is but a mercy for what you did, it's too good for you."
"Instead, I shall make you beg for it. I curse you, Judas Iscariot, to be reborn anew, forever young, forever in pain, ageless, and without life. Your heart will be as cold as stone, and your life from this day forward will be a new creation. I name you a vampire, to endlessly wander this earth. To forever be in place to watch the world around you pass by and forget who you once were."
Soon a sudden burst of light emanated out of my body, streams of light escaped my mouth, as the color of warmth from my blood and heart was taken. My body contorted and was in endless pain, it was excruciating. With every passing second, I felt my body grow colder, the warmth drained from my skin, leaving it pale.
The pain was intense, I started to go on a rampage. To inflict myself with other pains or senses to snap myself out of the feeling of being sucked away into oblivion.
The voice of God continued to persist in my ear.
"You shall have an immortal body, the warmth of flames shall escape you, no harm shall befall your body. The sun will be your friend and enemy, and dawn will be the start of your pain, with dusk as your resting place. The only source of warmth you will ever feel will be the sun, which will burn you alive, you will never be able to die, try as you might. You shall suffer eternally."
"Arghhhhhh."
The pain continued to intensify as my body changed, the warmth I once had now all but left me, to be cold and shaking. I smashed a mirror beside me, their shards puncturing my skin, only to be immediately expelled, the wound I just had healed itself almost instantaneously.
The reflective shards soon were scattered across the floor as I stood up, still disoriented. I then noticed something weird. I looked towards the floor, amongst the scattered pieces, I could not see myself.
"What... what did you do to me..."
As if replying to me, the voice of God continued to echo around me.
"You shall never be able to see yourself, cursed to forever wander this earth with no identity."
"I... I... I..."
I was now speechless, God's punishment seemed too cruel, was this the God I once worshipped? I truly feel sorry for my betrayal. I crawled at my face, feeling it to be smooth, void of the wrinkles I once had. The facial hair I once had was gone, I felt young.
"What did you do to me..."
I continued to look at the floor, defeated and in tears, I was no longer human, I couldn't even see myself. What did he do to me?
"I only but made you anew. You shall now feed off of the living, and walk this earth as a corpse. You will never feel warmth, never be able to embrace death, for it shall escape from you, to hide and never be seen. You will forever roam the world. That is your punishment."
I soon felt a strange hunger build up in my stomach, it was torturous as if there were claws crawling at my insides. My throat was parched, as if I was thirsty for something but I didn't know what.
The voice of God soon became almost silent, I could not hear his voice anymore. But rather I soon heard a knock at my door.
"Judas are you here? I have your payment."
Oh, it was the guard, here to pay me for what I had done for them. At least I got my gold.
As I walked towards the door, I was soon met with a scent, it was unpleasant, much like the smell of Iron. But the growl in my stomach was urging me to find its source, and it was outside. The wall of my door was only an obstacle to that goal. But what could it be?
My vision started to blur, I could no longer see anything as is, it was all blood red, A mist almost like smoke permeated through the wooden cracks of the door. I walked over to it, entranced.
I opened it and met a guard who was only in his teens. A young man in armor with a sack of gold in hand. His body was covered in scratches, the red mist was coming off of his wounds.
"Ummmm sir is Judas here? I was ordered to give this to him."
Almost as if on instinct, I gestured my hand to offer him to go inside.
"Ah he is only but upstairs in his room, allow me to invite you in."
The boy hesitantly walked through the door. The moment the wooden wall closed, I pounced on him, I didn't know what I was doing. His screams for help were unheard, for I lived far from any other settlement.
I pinned him to the ground; it seemed that I had monstrous strength as I heard the crack of bone. I could see myself doing all of these things, but I couldn't stop. There was a force taking over my body, giving in to its instincts.
The boy trembling and screaming in pain looked me in the eyes with fear.
"Sir please let me go, please..."
The boy was scared, I wanted to stop... but I just couldn't. Fangs soon grew out of my mouth, and I sank them into the trembling boy beneath me, his struggle to get out of my grasp futile, his efforts in vain. His neck felt warm as my teeth sank into it, his blood was warm, it was the warmth I earned to feel since I became cold. I wanted to stop, but it felt so good.
The boy's cries for help soon became nothing but soft whimpers as I continued to drain him of his blood. Was this what God meant that I would feed from the living? This was horrible. I don't what this, I don't want to do it. I tried to take control of my body but was only met with rejection, as the instinct within me continued to suck the life of the boy beneath me.
Soon the body below became still, and the warmth of his blood was all over my mouth, the taste was, putrid to say the least, but it was fulfilling, the pain in my stomach had gone. My throat yearning for a drink had now been quenched.
As I came to my senses, I now had a lifeless body below me as I stood over. His face was pale and drained of life, his chest unmoving, having already breathed its last. What... What have I done?
The voice of God came again, replying to me instantly.
"This is how you will live forever. This is how you will feed; the mortal things of food and its luxury will no longer be able to quench your thirst for blood, now your only source of sustenance. You will no longer be able to live life as a human. For the rest of your days, you will forever be seen as a monster amongst men."
I was a monster... I was no longer human...
"God kill me now, I do not deserve this, please."
I was now on my knees begging. But I was only met with silence. God had now left me, and would never return.
An angel with four wings, covered in armor soon descended upon me out of nowhere. A shine of brilliant light at its entrance.
"This is a message from the God you once served. Judas Iscariot, I now hereby declare you to be banished from my grace, and to forever live as a vampire. But I will give you mercy. This curse shall be broken, only when you have killed someone you truly love and who loves you back will the curse be broken. You shall then return as human, in order to become human, you must drain them of life, that is the price for death. Those who have betrayed others will bear the same fate as you. They too shall join you in your cause for eternal suffering. To end it all, a final message from God. To embrace the dawn is to accept the dusk."
The angel, as fast as it had appeared vanished with the cold night wind as the wooden door opened, ushering the night wind in, almost as if all that is evil and dark that lives in the night has welcomed itself into my home.
I was now a monster, and will forever have to live this way. God had now left me.
I moved the boy's body away from the entrance of the door and laid it on a wooden chair.
I must leave this place; I can no longer stay here. I grabbed the sack of gold and stuffed it into a cloth bag, I put all that was valuable that I owned inside the white bag, now staining from the blood on my hands. Its white sheen is now slowly being covered in red. Much like how I took away the innocence of life from that boy.
It was all too much, as although i had not cried like before when i had killed the boy, I was crying now. I fell once again to my knees and prayed for forgiveness. But I heard no reply. God truly had left me.