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Adult +
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15
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Twelve
We are a dark breed.
We lie, we scam, we draw them in, we fuck them and then they die. We kill them all, as is our birthright given us by nature.
We are hunters.
We move in packs, in the night, branching off to take our own prey, then return home to share the feast it provides us with.
We are devils in our own world.
In others we are hell itself or more.
In the night we seek our prey, in the light we blend in; common. We share stories of the old glory days, we shelter only our own. We are the keepers of the old ways of our kind. We shall restore our way of life when the time feels right.
Such is our creed.
And I broke it.
We both did, Byronn and I. We shelter both each other and our human friends alike. We are a new branch of our ancient breed. The others would shun us if we returned, and one day we will. But until then, we make our own choices... live our own lives.
And now that our power is needed, we find that the old ways are easier. Maybe that is why they are still used, and the new ways of the world are just "overlooked," shrugged off.
Both Vince and Caleb are upset with me it seems. Neither of them look at me the same anymore. It's like they don't know who I am, because now they know where I'm from. Just because I have a different background than most. Why do they have to do this? Sometimes I feel like they don't even think I mourn the death of a good friend.
Of course, Vince doesn't ever think I mourn her death, but I can't expect anything more now. Because of what we've done… what I've done…
He scares me, still, sometimes. Even with who I am, if he chose to attack me alone, I would be close to helpless. I may have power, but I have to call on it, meditate on it. It doesn't just appear out of nowhere like his does, ever present and ready to be used whenever necessary.
I'm glad of it.
We lie, we scam, we draw them in, we fuck them and then they die. We kill them all, as is our birthright given us by nature.
We are hunters.
We move in packs, in the night, branching off to take our own prey, then return home to share the feast it provides us with.
We are devils in our own world.
In others we are hell itself or more.
In the night we seek our prey, in the light we blend in; common. We share stories of the old glory days, we shelter only our own. We are the keepers of the old ways of our kind. We shall restore our way of life when the time feels right.
Such is our creed.
And I broke it.
We both did, Byronn and I. We shelter both each other and our human friends alike. We are a new branch of our ancient breed. The others would shun us if we returned, and one day we will. But until then, we make our own choices... live our own lives.
And now that our power is needed, we find that the old ways are easier. Maybe that is why they are still used, and the new ways of the world are just "overlooked," shrugged off.
Both Vince and Caleb are upset with me it seems. Neither of them look at me the same anymore. It's like they don't know who I am, because now they know where I'm from. Just because I have a different background than most. Why do they have to do this? Sometimes I feel like they don't even think I mourn the death of a good friend.
Of course, Vince doesn't ever think I mourn her death, but I can't expect anything more now. Because of what we've done… what I've done…
He scares me, still, sometimes. Even with who I am, if he chose to attack me alone, I would be close to helpless. I may have power, but I have to call on it, meditate on it. It doesn't just appear out of nowhere like his does, ever present and ready to be used whenever necessary.
I'm glad of it.