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Eastern Romania, 1907...
Two dark figures stood in a long coridoor, lit only by a few candles. The high ceiling and elegant walls were adorned with shadows that flickered like they had a mind of their own. The younger glared defiantely at his elder, his body rigid. The older one stared down at him, his eyes angry. "Do you have nothing to say for yourself? No shame or remorse? You're a miserable failure of a son! You were always like this, even before you were turned," his voiced was dripping with scorn.
The younger one still looked him squarely in the eye, but seemed irritated. "I'm not your son," he said quietly, his light Romanian accent rolling off his tongue smoothly. The older man turned his back, suddenly taking an interest in one of the candles sitting on a narrow table.
"But I treated you like family. We all did," his voice was sad now. The younger one replied feircly."That was generous of you.I never asked for this life. AYou took my humanity. Am I supposed to forgive you for that?"
"I can understand why you dislike me so, but it was not intentional, and we gladly took you in when we could have left you to die."
"Maybe it would have been better if you did." the younger one said quietly. The older one whipped around, angry again. "You always think on the dark side of everything, never trying to make the best of your situation. You need to accept the hand you were delt, whether you want to or not. It's no excuse for being banned from the counsil."
"I never wanted a position in the counsil, anyway," he replied defiantly.
"You've disgraced our family name with your rebelion and bitterness! One day you're going to find yourself wounded and alone, and see if anyone even cares! I know I won't. Now get out of here before they find out you're still here." the older one snapped.
The younger one turned and arogantly and walked off down the hall, into the darkness. ~~~
And that's the end! Hope you liked it. It's a work in progress.
 Doll With A Knife · Thu Apr 05, 2007 @ 03:56am · 0 Comments |
