I didn't ask to become a vampire. I was chosen by my master. Now he wants me to be more accepting of witchcraft and the evil witch who has made every attempt to make us miserable! What the hell?
This has been coming for a long time. I have always known it, but have been hoping for the best. Hope...that is a ridiculous notion for a vampire. There is NO hope. No happy ending, no pleasure for me.
I am so tired. Just as I break one spell this evil witch casts, two more are in the works. It leaves me wondering if all this is worth my time and energy. Should I just let her have him? He wouldn't even notice, her spells are strong.
The final death is a real option and I have been tempted. But I think what I would really enjoy is going rouge. Ferrel and feared....
If only he would let me feed. A real feed, but he won't. He has no desire to anymore. He told me so. It has been over 2 years now, but long for an old, ancient vampire like my master. But I am young and my needs are great. He wishes I was someone else.... just like a vampire.
And you know how these things end....with a stake in the heart or a head on the floor.. But whose heart and whose head? Shake your magic 8-Ball, witch....you might be surprised.
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