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a series of dialogue prompts from the 2021 dracula re-telling.Ā Ā feel free to change pronouns as you see fitĀ ! cw; gore, sexual themes, emotional abuse, & toxic relationships
ā i never dreamed it would end like this. āĀ
ā there is no horror left in this world that can surprise me. ā
ā eventually, even your death becomes its own sort of inevitability. ā
ā i was so happy to be your marionette, at first. ā
ā am i sick to still think on you softly, even after all the blood and broken promises? ā
ā this is my last love letter to you, though some would call it a confession. ā
ā war is never valiant, only crude and hideous. ā
ā good. when life fails you, spite will not. ā
ā i will raise you out of the dirt and into queenship. and, i will give you your vengeance. ā
ā i wanted to break them, even more slowly and painfully than they had broken me, leave them bleeding out and begging for mercy. ā
ā water your motherās flowers with their blood. ā
ā in this world, you are what i say you are, and i say you are a ghost. ā
ā bloodlust brings on a delirium thatās difficult to describe. ā
ā i have loved you too long to imagine you do anything without an ulterior motive. ā
ā iāve never been looked at before. like that. ā
ā what is more lovely, after all, than a monster undone with want? ā
ā i was your little mouse, kept in a gilded cage until it was time for the cat to play. ā
ā i knew nothing except the strength of your arms and the scent of your hair. ā
ā your priestās bedtime stories cannot account for us. ā
ā to know oneself, oneās limits and abilities, is its own power. ā
ā i was alone, and i was scared. i had no home left to speak of. ā
ā and god, how i adored you. it went beyond love, beyond devotion. ā
ā i wanted to dash myself against your rocks like a wave, to obliterate my old self and see what rose shining and new from the sea foam. ā
ā you turned a strong-minded girl into a pulsing wound of need. ā
ā what would you have me do, as ruler? ā
ā are you sure you arenāt a holy man come to lecture me on the sins of excess? ā
ā i was well-acquainted with violence by then. ā
ā but I had never outgrown my thirst for vengeance. ā
ā in my mind, i was godās lovely angel of judgement, come to unsheathe the sword of divine wrath against those who truly deserved it. ā
ā you mocked my lofty aspirations, cynical as ever. ā
ā when will you give up this ridiculous crusade? ā
ā there was a darkness in your eyes and a tightness to your mouth i hadnāt noticed beforeāor perhaps hadnāt wanted to. ā
ā i would never leave you, my love. not for the entirety of my second life. ā
ā you seemed to me a fire burning in the woods. i was drawn in by your enticing, smoky darkness, a darkness that still stirs memories of safety, of autumn, of home. ā
ā it was like grasping at a flame. i never penetrated to the burning heart of you, only came away with empty, scorched fingers. ā
ā whenever we were apart, you left your essence caught in my hair, in my clothes. i scented the taste of it on the wind, I shivered and ached for it. ā
ā i was happy to spend countless lifetimes chasing the warmth coming off you, even though the haze was clouding my vision. ā
ā my piety was a sporadic, half-feral thing, sometimes lashing out at god with teeth bared, other times nuzzling against his loving providence like a kitten. ā
ā i felt my heart tumble down through my ribs and hit the ground. ā
ā it tortured me, how perfect you looked. i wanted to pull you behind the carriage and drain you dry. ā
ā i wanted to crawl between whatever was blossoming between the two of you and live there. ā
ā youāve found cruelty to be an effective tool. ā
ā do you want her for your own? ā
ā ours is a solitary existence. it would be good for you to have a friend. ā
ā itās as easy as breathing. one foot and then the other. and donāt overthink it. ā
ā you must never overthink any good and pleasurable thing. ā
ā you must sit with me tonight at dinner. i must have you close. i want us to be the best of friends. ā
ā i think i shall never marry, my lord. i will simply take lovers and never let any man shackle me with wedding vows. ā
ā am i to be bidden to my own bed like a dog invited to beg at the masterās table? ā
ā desire makes idiots of all of us. but you already knew that part, didnāt you? ā
ā there was an uncontrollable fire in you that was hard to look away from, much less resist. ā
ā all vampires find some way to stave off the monotony of an endless life, with hedonism or asceticism or a rotating door of lovers. ā
ā iām talking about us, you and i. letās be honest with each other, for once. ā
ā love was no girlhood game. it was an iron yoke, forged in fire and heavy to wear. ā
ā laying with you made me feel so vibrantly alive. it was almost enough to make me forget that i was already dead. ā
ā this is about your obsession with justice, isnāt it? ā
ā i was suspicious, and even more dangerously, i was curious. ā
ā i was the love that started it all, wasnāt i? ā
ā it has been a long time since i have felt clean. ā
ā like christ, i had become intimately acquainted with violence and the sins of the world, but i had not come away unblemished. ā
ā but it was not god who spoke.it was you. ā
ā you could have kissed me or slit my throat and either would have made as much sense. ā
ā i donāt know what I had been thinking, supposing i was strong enough to leave. ā
ā you made it into an art form, this quiet sort of violence. ā
ā i want to live. but i want to live in the world, not on the outskirts of it. ā
ā love is violence, my darling, it is a thunderstorm that tears apart your world. ā
ā love makes monsters of us, [ name ] and not everyone is cut out for monstrosity. ā
ā [ name], our sunlight, our destroyer. my prince cast in marble and gold. ā
ā he was as inevitable as a revolution, and heralded in just as much violence. ā
ā potential. you always loved that word. you were drawn to potential like a shark to blood. ā
ā look around you. what sort of life is this? ā
ā i craved you like maidens crave the grave, the way death burns for human touch: inconsolably, unrelentingly, aching for the annihilation in your kiss. ā
ā i still wanted to believe I was living in a fairy tale, that i laid down every night with a prince instead of a wolf. ā
ā before your time dear, just some dreadful victorians. ā
ā it took every ounce of self-control i had not to pin him down and tear out his throat. ā
ā the world has no place for us, we are wanderers by nature, lions among lambs. ā
ā we cannot exist only for each other. ā
ā i had never allowed myself to want this because i assumed it wasnāt a possibility. ā
ā i love you. look at me, [ name ], my jewel, my wife. i love you. donāt do this. ā
ā i was tired of waiting expectantly at your tomb every night for you to rise and bring light into my world once again. ā
ā i made you into my private christ, supplicated with my own dark devotions. nothing existed beyond the range of your exacting gaze, not even me. ā
ā i apologize if you were expecting contrition, my lord. i donāt have any to muster. ā
ā here's your demon, do what you will with him. ā
ā i think, someday, i would like to fall in love again. ā