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Song is Redeemer, by Marilyn Manson.
While working on The Damned Series this came up. As it doesn't fit there, I put it as a separate story.
The thing is, from the 14 songs in "Queen of the Damned"'s soundtrack, this is the only one I din't manage to fit in in the Series. So, I post it separatedly, so you wont think I've forgotten about it =P
Hope you like it! ^.^


Redeemer

The hunger inside given to me, makes me what I am
Always it is calling me, for the blood of man
They say I cannot be this, I am jaded, hiding from the day.
I can't bare, I cannot tame the hunger in me

He had fooled them, making himself look as the real victim. He couldn't believe he had manage to force feed the stagnant wizarding world their savior was still light, when it had turned on him before without reason, without need, and now –now he had managed to get them to believe he was a tamed vampire.
Ah, but wasn't it ironic? The only time they shouldn't have listened to him, and they did. And how easy it was, in the end. A little bit of acting here, looking all nice and brooding, sadly broken yet determined, the perfect romantic end for the-man-who-could-not-die. For they still considered him a man, though he was not.
Idiots.

Oh, I say I did it always searching, you can't fuck with fate.
So instead you'll taste my pain.
The hunger inside given to me, makes me feel alive.
Always out stalking prey, in the dark I hide.
Feeling, falling, hating, feel like I am fading, hating life.

He snorted, happy with the way things were going. He had, in truth, become dark –well, maybe not dark, but definitely grey, less guilt-prone and bold- a long time ago, and they had seen nothing. Being turned had just been the final step, the last push towards the dark. The last binding keeping him from leaving the Light side had fallen, as he once more felt alive, his very excitement coursing through his veins, feeling the elation of the hunt.

They say I cannot be this, I am jaded, hiding from the day.
I can't bare, I cannot tame the hunger in me...
Oh, I say I did it always searching, you can't fuck with fate.
So instead you'll taste my pain.

He may have never turned truly dark, if not for the blood. He may have walked a thin line between light and dark forever, a perfect balance, but the blood...It sang to him, beckoning him closer, seducing him, teasing him from beating hearths and vulnerable necks, from fragile carcasses he could easily snap open with a flick of his hand to drink from them unhindered. Ah, such a sweet nectar, life's essence, the true drink of the Gods.
There was a reason all those old rituals required blood –it was, after all, the most precious fluid living beings had to offer.

You say your life I'm taking,
always bothering me,
I can't take this anymore,
I'm failing, always smothering me

It wouldn't be long before he could quell the hunger that was eating him away, a couple of days more and he'd be out of the public eye, free to hunt and prey from all those delicious throats, bared and wanting...

You look down on me, hey what you see, take this gift from me, you will soon feed from me.

Nothing seems exciting, always the same hiding

It's haunting me. It's haunting me. It's haunting me. It's haunting me.

It's haunting me...

Yes, he would soon walk out in the open, but until the moment came, he would have to wait, to hide....to pretend, all the while searching for a way out...he would soon be free to roam earth...and red rivers would flow through the dried soil...


R&R?