Oy gevalt... Sorry this took so long to update, but there have been a number of difficulties in the world, as of late, my *expletive* ANTH 205 class being only one of them...
This is my favorite chapter of this fic... that's a personal opinion, though. I always appreciate people telling me which ones they like best.
See first installation for explainations, disclaimers, warnings, etc. But, then, of course... I dunno what the heck you think you're doing here if you haven't read the first chapter, and if you have, then why do you care about reading explainations, disclaimers and warnings, because you've already read them, right?
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"In the Eye of the Beholder"
-Schuldich-
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I'm not sure why everyone loves him. Maybe it's just in the eye of the beholder. No one else can hear what goes on in his mind, but I can.
His thoughts are like grapes and strawberries. Sometimes sweet... sometimes bitter.
When I fight against him, I savor every word, every phrase, and every memory that crosses his mind. Sometimes he is upset, because he doesn't want to be fighting. Sometimes he is scared, because he knows that he can never know what to expect from me. Sometimes, his mind is filled with pictures of his sister, and he hates me.
He hates me.
No one has ever felt strongly enough about me to hate me. Dislike, yes. Like, even. People have liked me. People have been angry with me, disgusted, affronted, *charmed*... Gott, they've asked for me at parties or wanted to shoot me on the spot... but never have they *needed* me.
Need is a funny word.
People think that when you *need* someone, you *love* them. You cherish them, and you crave them by your side, or at the very least to talk to... to know they care about you as much as you care for them. Kiss them when they're close, make love to them. Declare that you will live with them forever, in sickness and in health, 'till death do you part, *balderdash*!!
He needs me... but he doesn't love me. It's the opposite. He hates me. He hates me, and he *needs* me, because he needs to kill me. He needs to avenge his sister, he needs my blood, to pay for hers. He hates me. He wants to kill me. It's in his mind. It's his objective, his own personal goal in life.
And that's why I love him.
Nobody's ever needed me, before.
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This is my favorite chapter of this fic... that's a personal opinion, though. I always appreciate people telling me which ones they like best.
See first installation for explainations, disclaimers, warnings, etc. But, then, of course... I dunno what the heck you think you're doing here if you haven't read the first chapter, and if you have, then why do you care about reading explainations, disclaimers and warnings, because you've already read them, right?
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"In the Eye of the Beholder"
-Schuldich-
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I'm not sure why everyone loves him. Maybe it's just in the eye of the beholder. No one else can hear what goes on in his mind, but I can.
His thoughts are like grapes and strawberries. Sometimes sweet... sometimes bitter.
When I fight against him, I savor every word, every phrase, and every memory that crosses his mind. Sometimes he is upset, because he doesn't want to be fighting. Sometimes he is scared, because he knows that he can never know what to expect from me. Sometimes, his mind is filled with pictures of his sister, and he hates me.
He hates me.
No one has ever felt strongly enough about me to hate me. Dislike, yes. Like, even. People have liked me. People have been angry with me, disgusted, affronted, *charmed*... Gott, they've asked for me at parties or wanted to shoot me on the spot... but never have they *needed* me.
Need is a funny word.
People think that when you *need* someone, you *love* them. You cherish them, and you crave them by your side, or at the very least to talk to... to know they care about you as much as you care for them. Kiss them when they're close, make love to them. Declare that you will live with them forever, in sickness and in health, 'till death do you part, *balderdash*!!
He needs me... but he doesn't love me. It's the opposite. He hates me. He hates me, and he *needs* me, because he needs to kill me. He needs to avenge his sister, he needs my blood, to pay for hers. He hates me. He wants to kill me. It's in his mind. It's his objective, his own personal goal in life.
And that's why I love him.
Nobody's ever needed me, before.
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