#vamp stuff

Will be working on this later.

Armand: Hello Beloved I heard that humans celebrate Saint Valentine by giving chocolate to their lovers. I have purchased a chocolate factory. They have sent us 57 different chocolate boxes. How many chocolates can a human eat? Come, I will feed you chocolate in bed...we may need to move some of these boxes first however, they have sort of taken over...

fear, a terrifyingly human thing. but you, a thing with fangs and crusted blood on your chin, you are no person, you are not capable of such a thing. fear. let alone hope. and yet. and yet you spoke of the years you had seen in an attempt to sway me. you told me your life story, of your hopes and dreams and travels and all that you've witnessed and learned of the universe. you said you were worthy of life, as if you're not a still, undead thing with a silent heart. inevitably, your words and blood-tears got to me, and i doubted suddenly everything i had ever been told, of monsters and devils and irredeemable beasts, of creatures and killers. but all you do is feed and here i am, a hero, i've told myself, and yet i'm about to immolate you to what? to prove a point? to teach you a lesson? to you or.. no, to myself? i was taught that this was right, that it was required, but why? have i just stumbled into an inescapable destiny dumped onto me, down generations? what if all ive been told came from a twisted game of telephone, or was it just lies, so much of my life, of the knowledge ive learned has suddenly been proved wrong.

your story has touched my heart and i see the raw fear in your eyes and i see the truth. we are the same. just unlucky monsters doomed by the order of the world and the primal urge to survive. i see you, for not a monster, but a fearful, desperate soul the same as i, and one that i ache to know. i want to relearn the world, find out the truths, i want you to teach me, i want you to forgive me for this night and for humanity's cruelty and i want to travel by your side as you show me the far off lands you spoke of. i want to be your friend, maybe i want to offer my blood to you, just to know how it feels. maybe i want to taste my blood on your lips, see how human you can be, or maybe how animal i can. maybe i even ache for you to sink your teeth into my neck and take me, so that i may discover a whole new world and forsake those that led me down this road of bigotry and horror as i throw down the wooden stake in my grip.