My first one-shot
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Slightly dark, to fuel the inner manic, rated T for paranoid voices in my head.
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ILY
What I am, who you are
This is what I am, a monster. Everyone I cared about left me. Even Erin. I still hold a place in my heart for her, yet she's not here, with me. I am the ruler of Vampire kind. I am the most powerful of all the vampires in the universe. I could have anyone at the flick of my fingers. And yet the one I want, won't bow to my will. She ran. She hated who she was, who she became. Because of me. She called me selfish. I called her light, the light that could bring me out of darkness.
But I'm stuck. Stuck in the darkness. And I'm sinking fast.
I can't remember the last time I actually loved or cared. The last time was with Erin. With Erin everything I did would be for the last time. I ran. I ran far. Away from pain. But pain follows. It doesn't leave you alone, not when it can hurt you more. Erin ran, but not away. She ran towards the fire, she ran because she didn't care. She felt free and yet she was still bound. Bound by hatred. When she ran to the fire all she thought of was revenge, inflicting vengeance. I understand. And I don't want her to. Revenge by teaming up with fire. Uncontrollable, powerful in its own right, dangerous when fuelled by the brightest flames, love and anger. She chose him over me. She chose the fire not the light. The fire provided both but there was always the danger of burning. Dying. Dusting. I am Vladimir Dracula and I am broken.
I am free. I am Erin Noble and I am free. I refused to be bound and now I play with fire. Hellfire. I am the spark which ignited the dangerous flame. It flickered but held strong. I now know what I can do. I can hurt. Feelings hurt. I locked them away a long time ago. But he didn't. He can still be hurt. He is my thing to play with. He waits every day for my return. For my forgiveness. For my love. But after you've lost it all, you really can't go back. But I don't want to go back. I want to watch him suffer. I want to sit there in Paris with my fire, and read the Vampire times. Every month he grows older, the look on his face darker, the sorrow in his eyes deeper. He is dying. But he cannot die. He will simply wait. Wait for me. I laugh with my fire at his ignorance. His vow to reduce every single sentence for biting my food. But I don't want his forgiveness. I want his pain. I want to be there when he falls. Falls from the sky. Dies. I want to be there when the world crashes around him. It will be the day my life is fulfilled.
I am fire. The fire which has burned. The fire which has ignited a blaze larger than itself. I am the heat, the heat of the moment. The heat of the war. The heat of the blaze which I ignited. And I played. I danced on the edge of a river. I summoned the snow to me. But I will never stop burning. Because I have a spark. Who ignites me every time, every single time. She smiles and the air around me grows warm. She laughs and the world seems better. I could starve for days but with her I could last eternity. She is my spark. She is my light. She is the branch to my leaves, without her I am nothing, a twig. She is mine and that's what matters most. She will be my spark forever. Together we will ignite a war, a war that will last centuries after our blaze burns out.