just a short thing I typed up
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I had decided that I would never truly be happy. It was an impossibility not only because I was a vampire, after all Peter and món ăn bơm xen, charlotte seemed happy. In her own way, even Maria was happy. My situation was something else. My past? My abilities? Peter and I had slimier pasts but it had been worse for me. I’d been sucked in further. I had believed Maria’s lies. And I had felt the pain of my victims. Peter could ignore that. I couldn’t.
I was preparing to feed when I realized my victim was no longer alone. He was joined bởi a girl his age and they smiled at each other. I could feel their tình yêu and it was stronger than average. The girl walked away (she had to buy some last một phút ingredients for bữa tối, bữa ăn tối tonight) and the man sighed quietly. I could have attacked but I didn’t. Attacking this man, feeding, wouldn’t make me any happier whereas this man, if he lived, had a decent chance at real happiness. Part of me felt bitter: if I can’t be happy why should he? But I still decided not to. Me being uncomfortable was a sacrifice for the greater good. The one for the many. I was thirsty though. My eyes were black. Yet I decided to try not to destroy anyone’s world in an effort to make mine thêm bearable. My world would never be worth living in and maybe I could achieve some degree of pleasure, hoặc rather escape from my pain, just bởi watching others happiness. Not a lot of escape just a small distraction. But it didn't last long. Two days. I had to feed. It was my very nature. So I tried to feed only on the depressed. Those who would rather not be alive anyway. I fed only when I had to, but I found my willpower was not as strong as I'd thought. Not as strong as it should be. That only added to my misery.
I had gone awhile now: almost three months of trying to deny myself only to fail. My eyes were black again. My plan to borrow happiness had failed. I would gravitate toward a happy human, but human emotions change all to soon. People were staring at me now. I’d been so Mất tích in my thoughts that I hadn’t realized that it was now pouring rain. I walked hesitantly into a diner, wondering if I would cave.
As soon as I stepped inside I had bigger problems. Another vampire. She walked right to me. An attack? I could win. She was tiny. I didn't want to fight the little thing though. Then I caught her emotions. It felt like walking out of a storm and into a sunny place. This was thêm than the highs humans sometimes felt. Her lower lip pouted out slightly "You've kept me waiting a long time" she scolded. Well, it had been more. Now I'd ruined it and though I didn't know how I felt deeply ashamed. I must have done something terribly wrong. My head fell and I felt sick "I'm sorry ma'am" I managed. Wait! Her emotions hadn't changed. She wasn't truly angry, she was even amused bởi my response. She wasn't angry, she wasn't angry, she wasn't angry! I hadn't destroyed this lovely girl even for a moment. She held out her hand to me and I took it. I wondered too late if that was overly bold on my part. Yet I knew she would not scold me again and for that I was grateful. Her happiness climbed slightly when I touched her. Was it possible that I could in any way make her happy? Make this beauty happy? Life had meaning. I had hope.
enjoy!
I had decided that I would never truly be happy. It was an impossibility not only because I was a vampire, after all Peter and món ăn bơm xen, charlotte seemed happy. In her own way, even Maria was happy. My situation was something else. My past? My abilities? Peter and I had slimier pasts but it had been worse for me. I’d been sucked in further. I had believed Maria’s lies. And I had felt the pain of my victims. Peter could ignore that. I couldn’t.
I was preparing to feed when I realized my victim was no longer alone. He was joined bởi a girl his age and they smiled at each other. I could feel their tình yêu and it was stronger than average. The girl walked away (she had to buy some last một phút ingredients for bữa tối, bữa ăn tối tonight) and the man sighed quietly. I could have attacked but I didn’t. Attacking this man, feeding, wouldn’t make me any happier whereas this man, if he lived, had a decent chance at real happiness. Part of me felt bitter: if I can’t be happy why should he? But I still decided not to. Me being uncomfortable was a sacrifice for the greater good. The one for the many. I was thirsty though. My eyes were black. Yet I decided to try not to destroy anyone’s world in an effort to make mine thêm bearable. My world would never be worth living in and maybe I could achieve some degree of pleasure, hoặc rather escape from my pain, just bởi watching others happiness. Not a lot of escape just a small distraction. But it didn't last long. Two days. I had to feed. It was my very nature. So I tried to feed only on the depressed. Those who would rather not be alive anyway. I fed only when I had to, but I found my willpower was not as strong as I'd thought. Not as strong as it should be. That only added to my misery.
I had gone awhile now: almost three months of trying to deny myself only to fail. My eyes were black again. My plan to borrow happiness had failed. I would gravitate toward a happy human, but human emotions change all to soon. People were staring at me now. I’d been so Mất tích in my thoughts that I hadn’t realized that it was now pouring rain. I walked hesitantly into a diner, wondering if I would cave.
As soon as I stepped inside I had bigger problems. Another vampire. She walked right to me. An attack? I could win. She was tiny. I didn't want to fight the little thing though. Then I caught her emotions. It felt like walking out of a storm and into a sunny place. This was thêm than the highs humans sometimes felt. Her lower lip pouted out slightly "You've kept me waiting a long time" she scolded. Well, it had been more. Now I'd ruined it and though I didn't know how I felt deeply ashamed. I must have done something terribly wrong. My head fell and I felt sick "I'm sorry ma'am" I managed. Wait! Her emotions hadn't changed. She wasn't truly angry, she was even amused bởi my response. She wasn't angry, she wasn't angry, she wasn't angry! I hadn't destroyed this lovely girl even for a moment. She held out her hand to me and I took it. I wondered too late if that was overly bold on my part. Yet I knew she would not scold me again and for that I was grateful. Her happiness climbed slightly when I touched her. Was it possible that I could in any way make her happy? Make this beauty happy? Life had meaning. I had hope.
