Asa
Writer...Dream...Fantasy
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We have to cut loose from time to time Darren... Or else we go insane and become a worse monster that Greg could ever be. Just like he has to shift once a month with the full moon we have to let that dark side out too.
When I was crossed I hated what he made me... I hated him... I fed from dogs... cats... those who were dying... Thinking I was doing good in the middle of this darkness... Then I watched as my sire lived and loved like a God anyone he wanted whenever he wanted especially if one of his childer befriended someone or seemed to hold a fondness for someone... He bedded them or killed them. I learned well and for centuries was fathers perfect little daughter. Learning to feed from other mortals people father manipulated into giving themselves to us as well as siblings. Learning all I could and then. when I could take no more of fathers demented world and ways... I used knives coated in a very special oil of a rare plant that affects our kind and stabbed him down to his own bed and offered to embrace his latest mortal whore... allowing this woman to see what we truly were and then when he told me I was mad... I leaned down When he said I was disobedient I fed from her, and when he told me to stop my insane actions... I did ripping her pretty little throat out as I stood up and then spitting it out onto his chest. Poetically it landed where his heart should have been. Then I walked out knocking a candle over and let the place burn to the ground. The villagers always saw me as an innocent young thing so they all ran to my aid and tried to put out the fire and took me in and that was the end of that. Bishop had been on his own for a few years at that time. A young vampire fawning over an older woman and running all over the place with her.
She looked into his eyes as she continued. Since then I have learned my own way to control the darkness.
She looked away after that feeling sure he would hate her with all she told him. There was more to the story but nothing she liked thinking about much less talking about. Even though at times back then Bishop was so different and so caring before he found "love" and she killed their father. Her hair fell over her eyes as she stared somewhat at the design in the bedspread biting her lip a little.
When I was crossed I hated what he made me... I hated him... I fed from dogs... cats... those who were dying... Thinking I was doing good in the middle of this darkness... Then I watched as my sire lived and loved like a God anyone he wanted whenever he wanted especially if one of his childer befriended someone or seemed to hold a fondness for someone... He bedded them or killed them. I learned well and for centuries was fathers perfect little daughter. Learning to feed from other mortals people father manipulated into giving themselves to us as well as siblings. Learning all I could and then. when I could take no more of fathers demented world and ways... I used knives coated in a very special oil of a rare plant that affects our kind and stabbed him down to his own bed and offered to embrace his latest mortal whore... allowing this woman to see what we truly were and then when he told me I was mad... I leaned down When he said I was disobedient I fed from her, and when he told me to stop my insane actions... I did ripping her pretty little throat out as I stood up and then spitting it out onto his chest. Poetically it landed where his heart should have been. Then I walked out knocking a candle over and let the place burn to the ground. The villagers always saw me as an innocent young thing so they all ran to my aid and tried to put out the fire and took me in and that was the end of that. Bishop had been on his own for a few years at that time. A young vampire fawning over an older woman and running all over the place with her.
She looked into his eyes as she continued. Since then I have learned my own way to control the darkness.
She looked away after that feeling sure he would hate her with all she told him. There was more to the story but nothing she liked thinking about much less talking about. Even though at times back then Bishop was so different and so caring before he found "love" and she killed their father. Her hair fell over her eyes as she stared somewhat at the design in the bedspread biting her lip a little.