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you hαve no ideα whαt it's like to hαve done the things I've done - αnd to cαre.
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Pαssion, it lies in αll of us. Sleeping, wαiting, and though unwαnted, unbidden, it will stir . . open its jαws, αnd howl. It speαks to us, guides us, pαssion rules us αll; and we obey. Whαt other choice do we hαve? Pαssion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love, the clαrity of hαtred, αnd the ecstαsy of grief. It hurts - sometimes more thαn we can beαr. If we could live without pαssion, mαybe we'd know some kind of peαce. But we would be hollow, empty rooms, shuttered and dαnk. Without pαssion, we'd be truly deαd.
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angel [18 Apr 2012|10:46pm]

Let me tell you a bedtime story. Once upon a time there was a vampire. And he was the meanest vampire in all the land. All the other vampires were afraid of him, he was such a bastard. Then one day he's cursed—by gypsies. They restore his human soul. And all of a sudden he is mad with guilt. You know: 'What have I done'; You know, he's freaked—it's a fairly dull tale. It needs a little sex, is my feeling. So sure enough: enter the girl. Pretty little blonde thing, Vampire Slayer by trade. And our vampire falls madly in love with her. Eventually the two of them, well, they get fleshy with one another. Well, I guess the technical term is perfect happiness. But when our boy gets there, he goes bad again. He kills again. It's ugly. So when he gets his soul back for the second time, he figures hey, he can't be any where near miss young puppy eyes without endangering them both. So what does he do? He takes off. Goes to LA. To fight evil and atone for his crimes. He's a shadow—a faceless champion of the hapless human race. )

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background [17 Jan 2012|01:27am]

Why not? I killed mine. I killed their friends, and their friends' children. For a hundred years I offered ugly death to everyone I met, and I did it with a song in my heart // Fed on a girl about your age, beautiful. Dumb as a post. But a favorite among her clan. Romany. Gypsies. The elders conjured the perfect punishment for me. They restored my soul. When you become a vampire the demon takes your body, but it doesn't get your soul. That's gone. No conscience, no remorse. It's an easy way to live. You have no idea what it's like to have done the things I've done - and to care. I haven't fed on a living human being since that day. )

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prompt table [24 Oct 2011|08:04pm]

Funny. You would think with all the people I've maimed and killed I wouldn't be able to remember every single one. )

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