Alone

My master is pulling away from me. The time came and went for our blood shedding ceramony, but we didn't perform it. I guess he isn't interested in renewing our commitment to each other. And in typical vampire nature, he won't talk. He stares off past me. I feel him pulling away and all I can do is let him. I can't hold him, the bond we share is his to keep or brake. He is my master. All my strength and power as a vampire is deeply connected to him. If he severs it, I will be nothing. I would like to say that I could survive without him, but the truth is I will parish if he turns me out or worse he passes out of this world. I am not afraid to parish, I've done it before. Saddness and dispair washes over me now.



Funny thing is, we were fine until last Monday. It was the anniversary of his mortal birth and he got a phone call from an old (feme fatal) lover. She just called to wish him well, but there is something more to it, ther often is. She is evil in a form that is best left in the depths of hell. She is a witch, yes a witch. And you ask, why would a vampire get involved with a witch? She put a spell (yes a real spell) on him and to this day she can conjure up false feeling from him that confuse and weaken him.

I love this blog! No one reads it and I can vent and process freely. Now that I have figured out what is going on, I can combat it. So why post it? Because I can.