I think that by tonight… I’ll exist no more and what’s left of my ashes will be burned again and again until there’s nothing left of me but memories….
I’m beginning to understand the human concept of “love”, especially as my kitten is now a full grown gray female love machine. Alas…. she’s curled up against me, she’s so warm…….
My head is starting to hurt, and I can see why she was killed… poor love, after all.. she was the one that made me…. I don’t know why I deserve this above the others, I mean.. What did I ever do that was so horrible to deserve all this misery? My love is gone, and only her feline companion is with me, sharing my grief…. She wakes up, as if reading my mind and gently paws my lips, seeming to understand all that I feel right now….. She curls up again, and I wrap my tattered and frayed cloak around her, wishing this night to end and the sun to reign high above this world…
Morning…. I think I slept my first near-mortal sleep in centuries…. Strange that I should feel so good…… but yet something doesn’t feel right, as if another being is near me, and much stronger…. Again my grey darling wakes up to nuzzle my lips, reading my mind. She glances out to the street and stands up. I think it’s time to go….
Hours later… can’t tell when….. I’m half blind, the other vampire decided that I wasn’t worth feeding on and used the blue flame on me…. Grey didn’t like him, and sliced his face to ribbons… I can’t find or hear her, but I can smell her… As of now I’m tracking her through where the other vampire died, I used my own fire but wasted half of it burning through his stupid rubber shield… Gods! I can still smell the stench of the worthless thing! Although it did protect him some…. I can’t write any more, this page is ended…. ahh there she is… Poor darling is half starved, but otherwise fine… I see EMT’s rushing about like confused wolves… My time to slip away, and it’s near morning….
Her way was enough for me… her way was to die fighting the other Master vampire, and she won out in the end…. Come to think of it, it was always her way, wasn’t it?