creative_muses App: What do you regret the most?
What do I regret most? Hells bells, that's a loaded question. The answer is simple, and complicated. Susan. I didn't tell her I loved her until it was too late. I didn't save her, I couldn't protect her.
I stood and I watched as Thomas kicked her into the pit of vampires. I stood and I heard her screams and I didn't even try to save her. She was already gone. I just knew they would kill her. Why wouldn't they kill her?
When a person is bit by a vampire, she is thrust in to a twisted sort of limbo. Susan was no longer human, but neither was she a vampire. Not until she fed. They locked me in the room with her, with the expectation that she would feed from me. I think she would have, she was so full of hunger and bloodlust and I was there and holding her and…And I finally said those three little words.
Words I should have said a long time ago. Words that carried more power than any magic I'd ever known. Words that reached deep into her subconscious and brought her back, just a little, just enough. She didn't feed, she didn't kill me, she didn't turn.
We escaped that little room (another story for another day) and Susan left. She turned down my proposal and asked me not to try to find her. I know she's still alive, because new articles keep appearing in the Arcane with her name. Every day without her is a little harder than the last, but I won't try to find her because she asked me not to.
I love her enough to respect her wishes. To keep my distance, to protect her from that temptation.
I stood and I watched as Thomas kicked her into the pit of vampires. I stood and I heard her screams and I didn't even try to save her. She was already gone. I just knew they would kill her. Why wouldn't they kill her?
When a person is bit by a vampire, she is thrust in to a twisted sort of limbo. Susan was no longer human, but neither was she a vampire. Not until she fed. They locked me in the room with her, with the expectation that she would feed from me. I think she would have, she was so full of hunger and bloodlust and I was there and holding her and…And I finally said those three little words.
Words I should have said a long time ago. Words that carried more power than any magic I'd ever known. Words that reached deep into her subconscious and brought her back, just a little, just enough. She didn't feed, she didn't kill me, she didn't turn.
We escaped that little room (another story for another day) and Susan left. She turned down my proposal and asked me not to try to find her. I know she's still alive, because new articles keep appearing in the Arcane with her name. Every day without her is a little harder than the last, but I won't try to find her because she asked me not to.
I love her enough to respect her wishes. To keep my distance, to protect her from that temptation.