The Long Lonely Journey
I've walked this planet for 500 years. I've not seen another of my kind for nearly 300 years ago. Always in search of that one thing that will make me whole. My need for companionship more dear to me then the need for blood. To sit and share a conversation with another if only for a time. These eyes of mine have seen beauty, my ears have relished in the sound of song. My lips have tasted the sweetness of a kiss, but never such a taste as when she kissed me goodnight. The soft touch of her hand on mine could so easily melt this cold dark heart of mine if I allow myself to think of her in any other way but food. As a mortal man I could have showed her the great wonders of this world and got lost in the innocence of her eyes. I could have fell in love with her and been happy to spend the rest of our lives together. I could have showed her the beauty of what it truly means to be intimate and why so many nations have fought over it. But now all I can offer her is death. To walk along side me as a immortal. A child of Caine. Do I dare offer her this gift, condemn her to the night never to feel the sun's rays on her face. I tell myself to stay away from the café where I know she'll be. I find myself wondering could it be that after nearly 450 years that something has woken this ice cold heart. Could it be that perhaps through her I can live even in darkness? The one and only true BabyDoll 14:07, 14 June 2016 (EDT)