A/N: GAH! I'm writing again, what's wrong with me? Well, this is something. I don't know what yet, but I think I'll have fun with it. Female vamp in first person, talking about herself and vamps in general. Silver is mentinoed, he's of course not mine, but amelia's ... so is this world. the character's mine though ... Enjoy :)
It was a long time ago, and yet I still remember every single detail, as if it were yesterday. Yet to one such as me, it really wasn't that long ago.
I was young and foolish, or more so than I am now. It started with a black rose and ended with red blood and since that day. That godforsaken day. The day on which I was changed. I have only worn black and red, to mourn that which I lost the second I picked up that rose; that god forsaken ebony rose. I lost humanity that day, and the chance to live and die and follow the normal paths through nature, follwing her bidding. I am now unnatural. Supernatural even. Above and beyond any human that dares to cross my path. I've had millenia to hone my talent.
But still, I was once human.
I cannot recall the days immediately following my change, but I can well remember the change itself. Such pain is not easily forgotten. Pain that sizzled through my being until the very fibers of my muscles had seemed wrenched apart. Pain that pales in comparison to that which i am now able to inflict. I remember dying, and I remember living again. And yet, it was not another life. It was walking death. My lungs no longer inflated with the air that is so precious to humans. Blood was not forced through my frigid veins. There is much to be said for exsanguination when it's all said and done. There is peace to be found in the lack of a beating heart.
And yet here I am, my emotions over the years have been whittled away until just one remains: bloodlust. Lust to kill, lust to hurt, lust to feed. Vampires use humans as means to an end. And prey are not worthy of notice. Even the pretty ones.
When I was younger, humans were playthings to me, I was a trainer at the first Midnight, but since then Ii have fallen from view. Breaking humans, however, still excites me. Sadistic? Yes, but you must remember dear one. I am not one of you. Nor will I ever again be.
Until our next meeting, may your blood flow freely young one and may you burn with pain human
Kali, blood daughter of Silver.