~Hello! Yes, yet another fic. I just had inspiration and I could not turn
it down. It gave me a headache. I am going to be working on this from
sundown to sunrise. I really shouldn't though because of my sleep
deprivation. I saw squirrels in my Science room, but they weren't there.
Sleep sounds great, but my writing comes first. As you know. Anyway, this
is a prologue, not a chapter. Please enjoy!~
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I have never seen
The light has never shown itself to me
Darkness envelopes my sight
I have eyes but do not see
I live in the oblivion of Midnight
I do not know the world outside the walls of Midnight's rule. Therefore I cannot miss it as others do. They crave the light in which they had basked in as free bloods. I do not envy them. The colors upon the walls or under my feet do not bother me. For I cannot see. Am I beautiful? Average? Disgusting? Those are a mystery to me. I do not know what physical beauty is, and so I cannot compare beauty to ugliness in that manner.
I suppose I had a purpose once. To anger the Vampiress of Midnight, Jeshickah. My very birth was a thorn in her side. There were not to be blind slaves in her Midnight. I no not remember that day, as I was so new, yet so dead and useless in Jeshickah's eyes. That day though, or a few days later, that is when I was saved. A shapeshifter gone vampire, my Master, bought me in attempt to anger his blood mother. It did. And that alone made me satisfied, now that I look back on it. Think back upon it, that is.
Jaguar is the only Master whom I obey without question. He has never struck me in my years here. He had never needed to. I never disobeyed him.
As a child, he made me walk around Midnight, gently guiding me up and down stairs, until I had the building etched in my mind. Sometimes he would let me walk into tables so I would know not to walk there. Jaguar never let me get beaten by another vampire when I was a child. When he was teaching me how to guide myself around, Jeshickah came down the hallway. He would pick me up and carry me, like a newborn child. I'm not saying I have never been struck, because I have.
So now you know how I came to be here, and you know that I survived the destruction of Midnight. Now you get to learn about Midnight in a whole new perspective. You have imagined beautiful colors and stunning furniture, but you have never tried to see it without eyes now have you? I might not give you visual details about my home, my life, and the downfall of Midnight, but I can make you hear what I heard, smell what I inhaled, taste what touched my tongue. It is time to show you Midnight in the eyes of the blind.
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I have never seen
The light has never shown itself to me
Darkness envelopes my sight
I have eyes but do not see
I live in the oblivion of Midnight
I do not know the world outside the walls of Midnight's rule. Therefore I cannot miss it as others do. They crave the light in which they had basked in as free bloods. I do not envy them. The colors upon the walls or under my feet do not bother me. For I cannot see. Am I beautiful? Average? Disgusting? Those are a mystery to me. I do not know what physical beauty is, and so I cannot compare beauty to ugliness in that manner.
I suppose I had a purpose once. To anger the Vampiress of Midnight, Jeshickah. My very birth was a thorn in her side. There were not to be blind slaves in her Midnight. I no not remember that day, as I was so new, yet so dead and useless in Jeshickah's eyes. That day though, or a few days later, that is when I was saved. A shapeshifter gone vampire, my Master, bought me in attempt to anger his blood mother. It did. And that alone made me satisfied, now that I look back on it. Think back upon it, that is.
Jaguar is the only Master whom I obey without question. He has never struck me in my years here. He had never needed to. I never disobeyed him.
As a child, he made me walk around Midnight, gently guiding me up and down stairs, until I had the building etched in my mind. Sometimes he would let me walk into tables so I would know not to walk there. Jaguar never let me get beaten by another vampire when I was a child. When he was teaching me how to guide myself around, Jeshickah came down the hallway. He would pick me up and carry me, like a newborn child. I'm not saying I have never been struck, because I have.
So now you know how I came to be here, and you know that I survived the destruction of Midnight. Now you get to learn about Midnight in a whole new perspective. You have imagined beautiful colors and stunning furniture, but you have never tried to see it without eyes now have you? I might not give you visual details about my home, my life, and the downfall of Midnight, but I can make you hear what I heard, smell what I inhaled, taste what touched my tongue. It is time to show you Midnight in the eyes of the blind.
