Title : Hell is among us
Author : DiBee
Summary : Short Os on Druitt's thoughts, somehow after Revelations. Lots of questions, no real answer but a certitude : Hell is among us. Can be described as Angst
Spoiler : Revelations, obviously
Rating : K+
Disclaimer : Nothing is mine, don't make money out of it.
A/N : Don't know where that came from, but the 'Hell is the others' part, and though I am not sure to be in character, I like to think there is more to John Druitt than his control of everything.
English still isn't my mother tongue, sadly.
I drift away disintegrating. But I can't get away with this. It's just too much. Too many events in too little time. I'm just human, whatever they all seem to think. Immortal, though human. Immortal, though hurt, thorough all those actions taken against me, against us, lately. It's not like I actually didn't have a heart. I do. Did. But its reasons for beating are gone, or getting going. Getting away from me, in any case.
What now? Fly away, literally? Wait for hope to come back? Create hope that won't get to me? Haven't Helen been broken enough already? Do I have the right to make her hope for some future that may never come? Some peace she'll never get?
It's up to me, but I still won't decide tonight. As I walk past Tesla, he doesn't even smirk at me, looking as lost in though as I may look. It would have been reassuring if only he wasn't the one trying to find a way to actually conquer the world. Damn vampire genes. They really did harm us. Was there a malediction, immortality against eternal sorrow, that Helen hadn't told us about? It might be the reason why she could carry on, now that I think of it. That, or her faith in the sanctuary network.
Either way, we are damned, more or less, but damned. Someone famous once said that hell was the others. He was wrong, hell is in any of us, some just hide it better than others. And I appear to be pretty poor at hiding mine.