There's something wrong with me; a power coursing through my veins that has
been locked away. The seals are broken and I feel that it is the ancient
vampire in me that is waking. The way that girl pushes me and what I want
to do to her if she pushes any hard, I'd go stand on the roof and wait for
the sun to rise. I actually did that the other day; my coat nearly caught
fire. I know I can't kill myself, but there's something dangerous growing
beneath the surface, trying to break free of the restraints. Valerie, I
fear, does not understand, just as her sister was.
Integra, the bitch, she left me, knowing that I could keep her alive. She left the information there, the way to release me, and even as Valerie was the one that did it, I feel that it was Integra. Even dead she's a pain in the ass. I feel like I'm on a drug that I can't break the addiction to, but what is it? I'm in the dungeon, in my chair as usual, though I feel like I'm hiding. I don't hide, I lurk, but even now I'm not sure that this could be considered lurking. Seras is back and that hurts me more than playing master with Valerie. That's all this is, a game to her, or me. Am I the pawn, or is she? Damn I'm talking to myself again.
I'm thinking, I have been for a while, but as I do I feel my brain melt. It's almost like there is something burning in the back of my mind, something trying to break out. I know what will happen if it does, the same thing that happened with Van Helsing, death. Mine or hers, or both. She thinks I can protect her from the monsters, but what will she do when she discovers that I am one? Will she reseal me and lock me away as her father and his father before him had done. Van Helsing sealed me away, and his son gave me more power to fight back. Damn them; curse this whole frickin' family. Do they want me to attack them? Show them what I can do?
I could attack them and kill them all, but then again there aren't many of them left and once the girl is dead there will be no more. Heavens, I wish there was someone else, I was happier when I knew nothing of Valerie, as I watched her through the painting. No such luck, no way to hide it, but now I'm faced with something stranger. There is a feeling around her; it was the same with her sister before her, though with Integra I understood it. Whether it is her love for me or mine for.no. I don't love, I can't. Look at me, I've been dead for over 500 years and yet when a little girl throws herself at me, I go for her as if I was a teenager. Ack.
It seems the restless spirit is awake and free, strength has been freed and power with it. This is a gift I give her, and her family. See what you have created, and what your creation can do.
Integra, the bitch, she left me, knowing that I could keep her alive. She left the information there, the way to release me, and even as Valerie was the one that did it, I feel that it was Integra. Even dead she's a pain in the ass. I feel like I'm on a drug that I can't break the addiction to, but what is it? I'm in the dungeon, in my chair as usual, though I feel like I'm hiding. I don't hide, I lurk, but even now I'm not sure that this could be considered lurking. Seras is back and that hurts me more than playing master with Valerie. That's all this is, a game to her, or me. Am I the pawn, or is she? Damn I'm talking to myself again.
I'm thinking, I have been for a while, but as I do I feel my brain melt. It's almost like there is something burning in the back of my mind, something trying to break out. I know what will happen if it does, the same thing that happened with Van Helsing, death. Mine or hers, or both. She thinks I can protect her from the monsters, but what will she do when she discovers that I am one? Will she reseal me and lock me away as her father and his father before him had done. Van Helsing sealed me away, and his son gave me more power to fight back. Damn them; curse this whole frickin' family. Do they want me to attack them? Show them what I can do?
I could attack them and kill them all, but then again there aren't many of them left and once the girl is dead there will be no more. Heavens, I wish there was someone else, I was happier when I knew nothing of Valerie, as I watched her through the painting. No such luck, no way to hide it, but now I'm faced with something stranger. There is a feeling around her; it was the same with her sister before her, though with Integra I understood it. Whether it is her love for me or mine for.no. I don't love, I can't. Look at me, I've been dead for over 500 years and yet when a little girl throws herself at me, I go for her as if I was a teenager. Ack.
It seems the restless spirit is awake and free, strength has been freed and power with it. This is a gift I give her, and her family. See what you have created, and what your creation can do.