Silence now. Her heart flutters, barely, unnoticeably…and lying here next to her the sad truth dawns on me that I am the only one, when all she knows is dead and gone, who will care that it does so.
And yet, that makes me all the more alive.
Knowing that I alone understand the perfect, ultimate soul that she has, and no one else can touch it other than myself - I am her angel. Her Dark Desire.
And her every wish is my command.
"Mm…Master…" she stirs in her sleep. Her flawless figure rolls into my arms deeper than before - her full breasts rising with her warm breath, her sharp fingernails grazing delicately across my skin. Ah yes, master. She still wants to call me that even though there's nothing holding her to it. She is her own vampire now, her own worst enemy that she must come to terms with. I have tried to teach her, in my own way, and I think…she came out more beautifully than any creature I have ever seen with these old eyes of mine.
"Seras." Is all I can think to answer. I am stunned by her beauty, by the power of her mind, by the sanctity I have found in her heart. I can see it in her eyes as she lazily opens them to look at me - she thinks my simple answer is a testament to my desire to stay detached. Aloof. But what she can't…won't understand is that I, the one she idolizes and admires, is dumbfounded and silenced by her presence. I stumble and fall right in front of her but she doesn't even see it - she looks right past it, seeing what it is she wants to see.
"Can't you sleep?"
"I cannot."
"Why?"
"I'm looking at you."
She blushes and pulls the covers over herself. "Why would you want to do that…"
I can't find any flowery, disgusting words to give her, and I know they won't penetrate the wall she's built around herself…the wall of self-loathing that originates from not understanding oneself. Humans become confused as they change, and anything that confuses them they fear…and fear turns to hatred. 'There must be something wrong with me,' or 'I'm not good enough' and 'I must punish, punish, punish myself forever for something I don't even understand about myself…'
God, no wonder I became sick of humans.
I seize her mouth with mine, the white fire in her flaring into me, the fire of surprise, of an overwhelming fountain of pleasure, of the forbidden fruit. Shut up, shut up, shut up, I want to scream down her throat, but the anger is absorbed by that peace, a white satin sheet over my eyes, cool, irresistible…lulling me back into the dreamless sleep I have wanted for all my years…
"Seras."
"Yes, Master?"
"Call me Vlad."