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Disclaimer: Not mine, nor will it ever be.
This life, this simple, mundane life had taught me many things. What was the true meaning of life? You live and die, you wake and sleep, you love and lose. You see people, living their lives, trying to be happy to prove that to themselves. As a vampire, I like to think that my enhanced abilities allow me to play God, who lives, who dies, who to save, who to kill.
But now looking into the innocent eyes of prey, of the human beings, who follow the laws, who try to get along in this lonely life. Are you never not alone? I know that I am not God, I am a soldier who wishes to obey as these humans obey. But what more difference can I make? Why was I made how I was? Why was this my destiny?
The only way I believed that I could help people was by career choice, but does my life style not save lives? Does it not ensure that one day that person will fall in love, have children, have a bright and happy future? No, but it helps to make it a possibility.
I watch the people who enter into this building, this hospital, and I watch the people on the streets, smiling and nodding to others in greeting. And I feel pity, I feel anger, but most of all, I feel regret. My family, myself, we used to be like them. But now we were stalkers of the night, hiding in the shadows for our prey to slip and make a mistake. To chance a short cut down a dark alley alone. Or to take a midnight stroll.
I touch softly the blushed skin, and I wonder what this life would be like. I wonder how it was. Why is this style so cruel, why does it decide the ends of miracles, the beginnings of ends?
I smile brightly at the little children, I smile with good intentions. I take the hands of those who listen, I shake them with true meaning. I watch those who are old, crippled with magnification, and lust after the idea of being wise as they were.
But though we all may be alone, we have each other in these dampened times. My family, my sons, daughters, my wife, we're all together in our own special way. We all love differently, some with vengeance, and some with compassion, but we're all real. We all live as one, celebrate as one, love as one.
And what more do you need?
Just a short drabble, I know, but tell me what you think.
I was feeling a tad depressed.