Mortals...
One almost feels pity for them.
One almost sympathizes with those of such a short life span.
*Almost*....
I looked down over the city of Rowlak,which was bustling with an unusual amount of people for this time of night. They scurried, floors below, like ants really. Moving about so rapidly, with no real place to go.
I sighed as I glanced upward towards the great fullness of the moon... so full of light and power. It controls them as well, the mortals. Like it controls the tides of the ocean.. the moon greatly effects them. When it is full, the power is too great for them to comprehend... they act strange, doing things they normally would never do. When it wanes, things settle down, return to normal, for a time... but when it is gone, they fear. When the light of the moon does not shine fear takes over. They fear the mysterious and inexplicable ways of the world. The veil between the living world and the world of the dead becomes uncommonly thin. And people fear. Their instincts tell them to fear, and their instincts are correct. We are to be feared. We cannot be trusted. None of us, even if we wished to be trusted, can be. To each other, and especially to mortals. Even unconsciously we will betray any mortal we befriend. And eventually we will turn against our own kind. When it comes down to it, that is how it must be. We shall take sides and ravage one another until there is nothing left. No one left but us.. and then we will kill each other.
Chaos will rule once more... just as it did in the very beginning.
I'd rather not think of it now. It will happen soon enough. I turned, letting the cool night air envelope me. Alone... It's the only way to be when you are a vampire. You can't love.. anyone you love becomes condemned.. you love them and then they are destroyed by that love. I have loved many... one man more than the rest, but still, I fear that love.. our love.. will be our destruction.
I stand on the rooftop of his apartment now. I can feel the cord between us. The soulstring.. it tugs, commanding me to move closer to him, but I prefer to keep it taut for the time being. The closer I go, the more heartache I feel, if one such as myself really can feel such a thing. I choose not to hurt him, as I have in the past. Even if it was not on purpose. I still have many misdeeds that must be addressed, and I am not ready to address them. I cannot go in there to him. For although he would have me with welcome arms, I feel as though I am not worthy of that adoration. I am but a miscreant. I need to keep him as far away from myself as possible. I feel the horrible waves coming...and great disturbances in our world of night. I see things coming, soon, that none of us will be ready for. When I go down, I will not have my dear Finnary with me.
I looked down at my feet. Somewhere below them Finnary was inside. Going through books, almost like a schoolage child getting ready for a test. He searched through the texts feverishly. I felt myself smile, but quickly removed the grin when I recalled my saddened and possibly misguided thoughts.
Am I really doing this for him... or for myself? For both of us, maybe?
I felt warm hands slide around my abdomen embracing me from behind. I let out a startled gasp, pondering how someone could have gotten so close without my knowing. The startled feeling was quickly replaced with a comfortable warmth. A warmth interesting and a bit intrusive at the same time.
I placed my hands over the ones resting upon my abdomen. I leaned my head back against the broad chest behind me. A power surged through the dry night air. Only those of vampiric blood would have felt it. It was like electricity.
Sweet, intoxicating electricity.
Dangerous.
Danger.
Be careful.
"I've been waiting for you.." I said as the hands moved from my abdomen upwards.
"And I've been watching you.." Came the whispered reply,which created a warm breath on the back of my neck.
I shivered at the sensation and the electricity became more overwhelming.
BE CAREFUL.
I ignored my senses. I ignored the pull of the soul string. I gave into the electricity..
Not looking back, I began to feel inebriated as the hands continued caressing my body.
There was no fear. No misunderstanding. Just a raw and primal sexual instinct of sorts...
"I've missed you, Devon..." I whispered, nearly inaudibly," You couldn't possibly realize how much I've missed you.."
Yes, indeed, I do pity those mortals with the short lifespans. But who then, who possibly can feel pity for my kind? Who pities the desperation of a vampire?
I think I'll blame it on the full moon.
� LadyJadelyne 2001