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The last few days have been hectic to say the least. After watching every kind of torture being visited on Evan with that soul, it made me wonder what would happen if my own soul was returned.
Turns out? I didn't have to wonder for very long.
It was strange, at first, remembering every face. I talked to Michelle, briefly, asked her if she thought about our foster-mother. I hadn't in so long, not since Evan had brought it up that third week, when we sat and talked about... Well, everything.
Michelle said she didn't and, for a while, I wondered why I was thinking about it in the first place. My first kill as a vampire, out on my own and without Evan or Lindsey by my side, was a woman, in her 40's.
She looked like our foster mother.
Freud would have a field-day with this shit. It's funny, I felt more remorse for the woman I killed without a conscience than the woman I did with.
Last night? We went hunting as a family. All of us. Darla rejected her soul. I say that like she had a choice, though I'm not sure about the logistics of it all. Lindsey seemed happier.
Evan and I? Back to normal. Well, as normal as two very soulless vampires can be, anyway. It was exhilerating last night, going out to feed and then coming home to something I've missed ever since Hell froze over and we got our souls restored.
Looks like things are finally getting back to normal around here. Hopefully? It'll last longer than ten minutes this time.
Turns out? I didn't have to wonder for very long.
It was strange, at first, remembering every face. I talked to Michelle, briefly, asked her if she thought about our foster-mother. I hadn't in so long, not since Evan had brought it up that third week, when we sat and talked about... Well, everything.
Michelle said she didn't and, for a while, I wondered why I was thinking about it in the first place. My first kill as a vampire, out on my own and without Evan or Lindsey by my side, was a woman, in her 40's.
She looked like our foster mother.
Freud would have a field-day with this shit. It's funny, I felt more remorse for the woman I killed without a conscience than the woman I did with.
Last night? We went hunting as a family. All of us. Darla rejected her soul. I say that like she had a choice, though I'm not sure about the logistics of it all. Lindsey seemed happier.
Evan and I? Back to normal. Well, as normal as two very soulless vampires can be, anyway. It was exhilerating last night, going out to feed and then coming home to something I've missed ever since Hell froze over and we got our souls restored.
Looks like things are finally getting back to normal around here. Hopefully? It'll last longer than ten minutes this time.