My heart and my head are giddy. The pulse I'd thought I'd lost is racing, and my vision is blurring from absolute joy.
Is this love?
Every time I close my eyes, I see her face, her every gloriously lovely feature captured almost faithfully by my flawed memory, burnt forever against my eyelids by the pure rapture I felt on meeting her, at last.
It's sort of ridiculous, isn't it? After all, I'm old now. Respectable. Besides, all this should have ended when he bit me, when he hurt me, when he made me like him.
I thought that Vampirism was meant to be an end to lusts, not the start of new ones. That's what I assumed, when the men all started to look the same, after Moloch changed me.
And now, there's her. She of the doe-like eyes, the wide-open smile, the impossible cheer. She in the all-black clothing, she surrounded by the shadows, the darkness, she the great, she the powerful…
I thought I lost it, when I died the first time. I never thought I'd meet someone who made me feel quite this way again.
Now, there's only her. That one girl. Only her.
Valkyrie Cain.
A/N: Vampirism equating homosexuality- very unfortunate implications there.
~Mademise Morte, April 26
