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Le passage du temps est
mesurable dans les changements autour de nous. L'immortalité est une double lame bordée. Nous restons sans changement par les siècles, congelés dans la mort à l'heure de notre croisement. Tandis que tout autour de nous, tout se délabre et tombe à la poussière. |
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I
saw a movie...a DVD I rented at the Blockbuster Video Store. It was about
an immortal man. He was one of many, a race of Immortals. They seemed
inclined to kill one another off for a prize. "There can be only one." seemed to be their mantra I am glad that my own kin are not so inclined; at least, most of the time. Losing one's head is not how I would choose to die, again. Believe me, I did not stay in France long, when news of the guilotine swept through the city's populace. But I degress...so I will try to be as charming as the young Highlander. For once he revealed his secret - it seemed the ladies would become most...agreeable towards him. I have found that unveiling my own secret, has met with mixed reactions. My name was Jean-Paul Javier LaCruix. I was the third son of the Compte LaCroix and his beautiful wife, Ariel Dominique de Luraen, the fourth daughter of the Compte DeLuraen. It was 1111, on the first day of the first month, that I took my first breath of life. I lived in a beautiful home near the Danube, outside of Ratisbon; on my father's family estate. When I returned to Ratisbon, France in 1144, there was a new bridge over the Danube. But I could not cross it; for I was no longer mortal and greatly limited as a newly embraced vampire. I am undead, changed by the embrace so long ago. I have become alien to my birth race. I am immortal, yet not as the young Highlander. He still appeared human, could eat, drink and walk by day. My fate is to be denied these pleasures, though I have other gifts and enjoyments given in exchange. But those that hunt my kind think of us as the devil's own. Souless & Evil - they wish to purge us from this world. But as I look at the history of man, I see attrocities visited upon man by his brother. Children suffering in pain & terror, infants left to die, like so much garbage in the streets. Animals beaten, starved and worked to near death and then sold to slaughter. Yet these are the least of the crimes that have been done daily in this age of wonder and riches. Is this how man value's the gift of life? How can this be the divine spirit? It is heartbreaking enough to make this "souless monster" weep... |
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