Feb 15, 2007 04:49
The New Year is nothing that I haven’t seen before. I made my way to New York City on the night that the ball first dropped from the Times Square landmark, and I ate like royalty that evening, stealing blood from the New Year’s Eve revelers and leaving them to die in the streets. For years before and years since, I found myself partaking in celebrators whose veins held blood that bore the faintest taste of champagne.
The people never quite realized that the year’s beginning would mark their life’s end, and they were often too intoxicated to realize it even as it was happening to them - more was the pity, I’m afraid, as part of the fun had always lain in listening as my victims begged for their lives.
Little did they know they’d never stood a chance and that everything they wished to change or become in the New Year was for naught. New Year’s resolutions never did those poor souls any good at all, but let’s be serious for a moment. How often are these commitments to oneself kept, anyway?
Honestly I probably did a great many people a favor as I sent them to their maker, because they never had the chance to disappoint themselves or those around them as they failed in their self-assigned tasks. If I made any resolution at all in those days, it was probably to kill more people than I had the year before, but of course I never kept count.
This year I suppose that things are different. Having been brought back to life for the sole purpose of making sure that my son’s life runs smoothly, it would likely be prudent to devote myself to that with more energy than I’ve previously focused. There is only so long a human can spend adjusting before it becomes clear that their life is wasting away.
Death awaits most of us someday, and it would be nothing short of embarrassing if I died once more and realized that my gift of a new life had been a waste.
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