THE STORY
Once upon a time there was blood. Once upon a time the blood was mine. How quickly the story changes, how happy endings get slurred and twisted as the strands of eternity knit new plots that throw us like puppets through the hell of their masterpiece.
Look upon your masterpiece now, fates author, destiny's clown, look at me nights predator chained to his prey. How old we grow in unchangeable youth, how time stands by idly then throws itself down at your feet, leaving you to wade through it, to kick at it and hate it with everything you know you once were. Look what time has done to me, the humorous taunts of the inevitable, childe as lost as his Sire and as helpless and unhappy as his eternal father.
I miss who I was, I despise who I now am, trapped somewhere between the scholar and the killer and yet failing to be either. William, he needs someone, perhaps it was him who drove me here. Spike, he thrashes inside my mind, perhaps it was him who preferred me to starve. I hate them both, I hate the bloody story, I hate the bloody influence of my bloody poofy sire and I hate that hes standing over me now with that look, the look that promises that he'll make it better. I know it, I know whats coming and I know that he knows that I want it so much that I'll bite off my own arm and give it to Dru to entertain her new dolls with.
"Come with me Spike."
An order, I'm slowly turning into a melodramatic broody girl and he thinks that he can order me around... Well maybe when hes looking down on me like centuries havent passed. When he's kissing my fingertips and smelling like darkness and musk.
Maybe he can order me when Im starving. Maybe he can fill my stomach and make me smile. Maybe even the stories of the damned can have a happy ending.
The words are not yet written, and now I can have fun trying to stain the pages.