Small drabble/challenge fic for LJ. The challenge word is integrity.
Herein Lies the Integrity of Ian Hallows
I shall not tell lies.
Ian Hallows was not a liar, because he refused to let his actions define him. One should not be defined by his career, after all. If the lies were to further his career, they shouldn't count for anything, really.
That's what the trendy books on psychology said, that identity should be so much more than superficial things like careers, hobbies, and tastes. An inner sense of self was key.
"Killing vampires is another form of murder," he sighed, pressing his mouth, vampire-like to the neck of his victim.
The young man (a vampire) trapped in his arms shivered. Whimpered. Then, he was gone. Death, maybe, was a person's most intimate moment. The hunter and the hunted weren't so different, after all. Each wanted to be much more than his integrity allowed, but neither would survive without the necessity of forgoing it. Their jobs, their duties, their places.
Every identity could be kept in a separate compartment.
And Ian Hallows wasn't a murderer, because one should not be defined by his job.
~FIN~