Maybe it was the moonlight, maybe it was musky damp feeling in the air, but bloody hell... Who am I kidding! It was just me being me. I've lived a long time on this earth, here there every where, I've spent years wandering, fighting, but mostly just living. I've never been a very driven person and throughout my time I've mostly just loafed about, I never stay too long in one place. I don't like to get settled, it's bad for business... at least, my business. My business means staying under the radar.
It's really almost a pity, having to stay so inconspicuous. Sometimes my innate sense of drama gets the better of me. That's when things get dangerous. Dangerous for me, dangerous for you, dangerous for any one person within the immediate area. So I generally keep a pretty tight rein on my wild side... Ha! Wild side.
And before you start asking questions. No, I'm not a vampire, I'm not a ghost, I'm not a werewolf, to cut things down abit just let it suffice to say I'm nothing undead. In fact, to my knowledge I've never died at all. I'm nothing so extraordinary as those wonderful mystical beings I just mentioned. I'm actually quite mundane, when you look at things the right way. I'm not the adventurer type, you know those hot-headed idiots that run about looking for chances at upping their personal glory level. I'm not even one of those serene graceful beings who float about the earth, feet never quite touching the ground, who make everyone else feel inferior. I'm caustic, cynical, curious, languid, calm, and in a perpetual state of amusement. That, my friends, that right there demolishes any cliche you were about to place my in. Those words ensure me a free, open and uncluttered space in your minds. I'm quite relieved to know I won't be competing with any super-heroes, heroines, monsters, and/or undead.
Now, to save time by not telling you all the things I'm NOT, I'm going to take a shortcut and just break the suspense by telling you what I AM. I know, it's high-time. I've just spent those last two chapters piddling away at insignificant rot, just tantalizing you for a taste of the real thing. Well folks, sorry to burst your bubble but what's coming isn't anything so great and grand as you might have gotten an impression of. In fact, it's so not great and grand that I'm stalling so that I don't have to tell you and then see those disgusted looks on your faces. You know, the ones that quite clearly announce, 'I spent all that time for THIS!'.
So, to unveil myself I must simply state that I am a girl. Wow! Incredible, unbelievable, you don't say? And I know, the boos are deafening at this point. Well, let me mix it up abit by telling you that I am a girl probably not much older or younger than you, mid-teens or so. A girl that has a memory longer than your mother, or for that matter, your grand-mother, or even your great-grandmother, or even your great-great-grandmother. Anyways, you get where this is going. And once again I find myself stalling. Your probably scratching your heads thinking, 'what the hell is this supposed to add up to?' Well, let me divulge... Okay, I admit it. I'm not going to divulge, in fact, I'm not going to reveal any more to you than I already have. And yes, I am ready to dodge the rotten food that'll be thrown my way very shortly.
I did warn you about that wee tinge of drama that comes out in me every once and awhile, well... This is just one of those times where I can't keep the beast chained. It's broken forth like a dam bursting (not that most original metaphor.) So, I must hold true to my aesthetic sense and play this out carefully, spinning the thread here and then a little there, keeping you all in careful check and placing you exactly where I want you. I'm a manipulating bastard I know, but you know you still love it.
Keep careful watch as I divulge my own amusement with a certain group of humans. Humans who have taken what they have for granted, who have squandered much of their promise, and throw themselves into a pit of despair so unwarranted that it makes me laugh. Stupid, stupid fools. It's right before them, they're so blind, but maybe a little manipulation will make them see. I'm dreadfully bored you know, and whenever I get like this I begin meddling. As I said before, it's dangerous but what's life without just a touch of brashness. Let it be said that I have lived for years, not that for years I lived.
Now my voice is becoming monotonous, even to my own ears. Talking to oneself often does that. What inspiration and irony overtook to me write this is now turning tail on commitment and fleeing. Therefore, I will submit myself to the lure of sleep that is even now tugging at my eye-lids. Even I have to sleep, occasionally.
When night-fall comes, then I'll go out, and I'll take you with me.
