Title: Vampire Philosophies
By: PNS*
Notes: The Sun

When you don't see the sun anymore it ceases to be the sun. The sun represents day, waking, the end of sleep. And none of those things belong to me. The sun exists only in name, the name of an enemy to battle, to fight, to succumb to in weakness.

I don't see why being pale is such a crime. Pale represented delicacy throughout history. If you were pale it meant you didn't have to toil in the fields all day. Hollywood, they like pale. Light bounces off pale better. It's simple physics. Still it would be nice to go out once in awhile. To feel the warmth of the sun like a little snake that sits on a stone patio.

Most people assume that we aren't bothered by the loss of sun, that we grow accustomed to it. Would the Gem of Amara exist if we were happy in the dark? It's depressing as it is to mortals sometimes. You never see anything as it was meant to be, stark and open. Everything is shadowed, shaded, and shattered into pieces by the moon. The moon is a hard lover. The stars are too far away for comfort.

But there's solace in the blood. Visions. You can see the sun through the eyes of mortals as you drink away their whole lives. It's more real than any image could be. In fleeting moment I almost remember what it was like. Then I open my eyes and my skin is so pale it is translucent. Maybe if I collected all the stars together it would be some comfort. But who can change the stars?