Reflections
After so long of being alone in the wilderness, I have returned to a city whose nights are filled with reflections, and I am wondering what is reflected. Reflections of light against buildings, glass, water, monuments, people and even the night itself, where there are reflections of life against me, as the deep memories drive man to try to turn night into day. I am able to watch these reflections almost wraith like, in my passing, as I pass through this place, with only a distorted reflection left in my wake.
The light that I reflect is that which my Sire and my Childe have left on me from our times together. As I realize all this I know soon my reflection, even as distorted as it is, will be smothered by the darkness as Inali and Samantha are rarities in my existence, so that the light they shone on me is dwindling away.
In time perhaps my distorted reflection will take on the aspect of the dark things that I hunt, as I am forced to follow in their light, if for a time though I knew the true light.
The light that I reflect is that which my Sire and my Childe have left on me from our times together. As I realize all this I know soon my reflection, even as distorted as it is, will be smothered by the darkness as Inali and Samantha are rarities in my existence, so that the light they shone on me is dwindling away.
In time perhaps my distorted reflection will take on the aspect of the dark things that I hunt, as I am forced to follow in their light, if for a time though I knew the true light.