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I ripped myself inside out ,and patched the painfull memories into an amor that would protect me from them over the many difficult years that were to come. It was a glum, hideous, shield of fear and confusion, I added new peices with every passing year. I prayed for relief ,for what seemed to be an eternity.
You materialized ,looming over me with your vampireric eyes. Those eyes penatrated my very soul ,and spoke words of wisdom that only many lifetimes of pain could bring. Your own centuries of torture and tears of blood saved me me from having my soul ripped away.
I arose just before dawn to find not only had you with drawn the bad blood, you had replaced my spirit with something new, stronger and just as beautiful if not more. I searched the room for you with my divinely new, vamperic eyes ,only to find you had slipped off into the night. It was disheartentening, though I did not hold this against you. You had acheived what you were destine to. Even though I was compelled to entrance you and enslave your heart ,I knew ,this life was not the one chosen for us to be.
Taraus! How cool is this? Found out I was a descendant of Diathi Mac Fiachracch Sovereign of Ireland for 23 years (405-42 cool .He was the last Pagan king of Ireland killed by a flash of lightening in the alps (Sliabh Ealpa) in 428. |
