Disclaimer: As much fun as it would be, I don't own Blade.
A/N: So, I was watching Blade (meaning that yes, I did stop the movie in the middle to get up and write this) and just got past the part where they're in the archive place and Blade sees the "little girl" vampire and got this idea. It's kind of out there, but I hope you like it anyway!
Disingenuous
Everyone sees me as a child, nothing more. Just because I was turned at a young age doesn't mean that I am one. Simply due to the fact that I will never physically age does not mean that I won't grow up. Because I have. But no one seems to realize it. Especially not him.
No, he doesn't notice anything. All he cares about is Blade. That, and gaining power. I know what he's really like, but I don't care.
No one seems to realize that I understand everything that's going on, and therefore they don't try to hide from me. But sometimes I wish they would.
He talks all the time about a pure vampire world, and the elimination of the current hierarchies. He knows that the humans are our food, and nothing more. No one else seems to see it. No one, that it, except me.
I don't know why I understand it, why I alone see the truth and light in his words, but I do. No one else realizes that what he says is the ideal, but I do. But he will never notice.
And that is what eats away at me, day after day, year after year. I may be immortal, until someone comes along to kill me, but I can still feel hurt. In that aspect, I am still a child. But unlike the other children I have known, I am the only one who can hide the emotions that would betray how we really feel. For that, at least, you would think he would care.
But he doesn't. He will never see me the way I see him. To him, I will always be the child, the innocent being who can be used to achieve an end. And for now, at least, I will oblige him. I will always oblige him, simply because he is who he is, and it is with him that my loyalties lie.
No one will ever know the way I feel about him, for no one will ever ask. No one will care about the child, the baby of the group, despite all the pretenses of the loyal family. No, no one will ever care. But I don't care about everyone else. I just want him to care.
But really, what are the chances of that happening? I've been following him for longer than I care to remember, and yet still he sees me as nothing more than a child. Is there even a way to make him look at me differently? I don't know, and I wonder if I ever will.
But if the day does come when he sees me for me, and not just another follower, all my efforts will have been substantiated. Everything I've worked for, every sacrifice I've made for him will have been made worth it. But first, that day must come.