Sensing Auras

Tara asked me what her aura looked like. Now, the best way to explain someone's aura to them is to refer to it in colors. To say that I see someone's aura is speaking a mistruth. I do not actually SEE an aura. Just like I don't SEE how food tastes, nor do I hear how the color red looks. But, it is easiest to equate such things to colors or tastes.

How do you explain to a blind man what the color green looks like. Or try to help a deaf person understand the sweet sound of a bubbling brook deep in the forest. How do I explain the exquisite feeling of someone's soul or the wonderful texture and feeling it gives me as I draw it into myself.

So, to make things easy, I give them colors. It gives a physical representation that some people can understand. Ruby red, hot and excited; Golden yellow, calm and satiated; Emerald Green, wild and frisky. There are also the more somber tones such as Blood red, Musty Yellow and Pale green. There are many ways to associate the colors. I know which ones are satisfying to me. I also know which ones are dangerous or distasteful. I have also found a few anomalies.

A commonality that I find amongst those that have power is a striped aura. Whatever their basic color is, there is a wide swatch of blazing energy coursing through it, almost like pure light. Those that feed also have a nimbus tied around their field that can cause some interesting patterns to grow. A green feeding on a red will look like the quintesential rainbow as their inner green, with it's swatch of pure white highlighting it, gives way slowly to first a purple medium, then fades out into red. Sometimes these shows of energy are wonderful to feel. It is also a key indicator as to the type of energy that is being fed upon.

Tara feeds on demonic energies. I don't know where she finds them. She explained it to me but it was like trying to learn new math. Once she mentioned the words 'evocation' and 'abjuration', I was utterly lost. What I do know is that it reminds me of raw oysters. How someone can allow that slimy disgusting substance to slide like warm snot down their throats is beyond me. Give me a nice steak, glistening in it's own meaty juices, pink and warm. Follow it with a glass of merlot, dark and fruity. THAT is appetizing. Warm snot served on shells? Not even if I had a gun pointed at my crotch. But that is what she feeds on. It is a black nimbus hovering over her aura. There is a strong power to it, yes, I can agree with that. But it is noxious in my eyes.

I want to touch her. If only to surprise her like goosing someone in a crowd. My specialty is reaching out over distances and manipulating someone's aura. I can elicit emotions from them. I can even give them physical sensations by stroking or ruffling their auras in a concentrated spot. I really do want to do this to her, if only to say "Hello." I also want to get a clear picture of what is underneath. The stripe through her core is not the brightest I have ever seen. But then again, the light texture of her aura would probably crumble if it were any more powerful. She is a Pink. Not hot pink, not light pink, just pink. Alot like cotton candy. A nice medium solitary pink. Princess pink. The pink you believe belongs to every newborn female as she comes into this world. It is sweet. It is also strong. Like the will of a young child, it can be shaped and moved, but at the same time can be stubborn and obstinate. In other words, to someone like myself, a MEAL!

I could feed off that soul for years. Draining it over and over. Luxuriating in the incredible feel. And with her abilities to fill it back up quickly with outside energy, I could have an almost limitless supply of pure energy at my disposal. I have even found that I can touch her, connect with her and create a conduit, a tether, from my soul to hers. It is much like the difference of someone standing across the room giving you water. He can simply splash the water towards you funneling it out of the end of the hose. In this you will get wet, you may even get a little on your tongue and be able to ingest it. But take that same hose and pass me the nozzle and I can drink deeply of it. Some may still spill out, but I will not get covered and I will certainly be able to drink my fill.

The problem is that damn BLACK aura of hers. The Oyster Nimbus. It's like staring down into a toilet with a $100 bill sitting in the bottom. You know that by sticking your hand in it, you are going to get it covered in the filth that has been deposited in the water, but look at the prize you can win doing so. $100 is a lot of dough for such a quick and disgusting act. I just don't know if I will ever be that desparate for $100.

Tara is a friend. She is also a kindred spirit. Truth be told, I have never tried to feed off of another vampire and do not know if it is possible. But I do know that with her, it would not only be difficult, but in many ways distasteful.

So, again, here I sit, searching. She has given me a few leads, some people to talk to, and I will probably start seeking them out. I need a donor. I need someone who is willing to let me syphon off their energy. I need someone who is agreeable to this happening and understands the concequences of the results. I have had 4 donors in the past few months. Each and every one of them entered the relationship with a modicum of disbelief. Either they didn't understand what I was asking of them or thought I was playing some kind of role play situation that they could delve into, a shared delusion. The only problem is that all four of them walked away an emotional wreck. It even got so bad with one of them that my personal life went to hell. The syphoning drains the donor. It emptys them. It takes away their vitality and their health. It saps their emotions and creates a person who is tired, moody and jittery. They get sick easily and suddenly start developing aches and pains. Personally, I don't see why anyone would WANT to volunteer. But then again, it is like a drug. The aftereffects are horrendous, but the experience is incredible.

I guess I am destined to be hungry.