Love and Hatred
I wish some of these topics were open to a greater degree of personal interpretation. They are, perhaps, a bit restrictive. I believe this might limit our thought processes somewhat.
I suppose it would come as a shock to some of you to know how much I loathe the supernatural. This is an infinitely varied and complex world I have been forced into. Even after having been a part of it for well over a century, I exist in a constant state of amazement regarding what exists here. My sensibilities are often challenged in this world, and I am troubled by what I find. I suppose many of you would expect for me to tell you I hate daylight; this, in fact, is not the case. I loved the daylight hours when I was mortal, and it is still my constant companion, as I exist now. The day waits patiently to grant me the release from my undead existence should I ever find it so unbearable. Additionally, a creature such as myself would only prove that much more dangerous should he or she be capable of surviving daylight, and I am grateful for this limitation. Sadly, the majority of my hate is directed towards specific people, and not the many circumstances of life I have no power over. I will always hate Jeremiah Collins for taking my Josette from me. I hate Joshua Collins for securing my coffin with chains and imprisoning me for so many years. No. It surprises me how painful this most recent thought just was. I hate what Joshua did to me, but I do not hate him for it. The man was my father, and I suppose he could no more end my existence than I could end his. He had a family name to protect... and a fairly new community still dependent on him for many things. I do not hate my father. I am a complex man, and I suppose my thoughts are as confused and conflicted as any human's. Though I hate Jeremiah, I must admit to a rational voice within me. This voice insists I should acknowledge Angelique's enchantment over him and my Josette. What he did, and what happened to him, was no more his fault than what happened to me. I should try to exercise emotional restraint towards the both of them.
Oh dear lord, I cannot believe I almost forgot about Angelique. I fear the witch almost as much as I hate her. Though I know she is dead, I am aware returning from the dead is not beyond her abilities. If there were anybody more deserving of the rather dangerous and lethal hatred of an angry vampire, it would be the witch responsible for his creation.
My loves are rather simple. I will love Josette eternally. I love the original Collins family mansion (where I had grown to manhood). I also love Elizabeth Collins-Stoddard, for the generosity she showed me by allowing me to take up residence there so soon after making my presence known in Collinsport.
I must admit to the feelings I have towards Victoria Winters. Though I will admit to them, I still haven't yet finished processing these feelings myself. I can't go into full details at the moment.
The majority of the love I am capable of goes towards the current Collins family. Though they do not yet know they have given shelter to what could very well become a truly vile and evil creature, the generosity and kindness they have shown me has not gone unnoticed. They have touched me, and it is something I cannot ignore.
I suppose it would come as a shock to some of you to know how much I loathe the supernatural. This is an infinitely varied and complex world I have been forced into. Even after having been a part of it for well over a century, I exist in a constant state of amazement regarding what exists here. My sensibilities are often challenged in this world, and I am troubled by what I find. I suppose many of you would expect for me to tell you I hate daylight; this, in fact, is not the case. I loved the daylight hours when I was mortal, and it is still my constant companion, as I exist now. The day waits patiently to grant me the release from my undead existence should I ever find it so unbearable. Additionally, a creature such as myself would only prove that much more dangerous should he or she be capable of surviving daylight, and I am grateful for this limitation. Sadly, the majority of my hate is directed towards specific people, and not the many circumstances of life I have no power over. I will always hate Jeremiah Collins for taking my Josette from me. I hate Joshua Collins for securing my coffin with chains and imprisoning me for so many years. No. It surprises me how painful this most recent thought just was. I hate what Joshua did to me, but I do not hate him for it. The man was my father, and I suppose he could no more end my existence than I could end his. He had a family name to protect... and a fairly new community still dependent on him for many things. I do not hate my father. I am a complex man, and I suppose my thoughts are as confused and conflicted as any human's. Though I hate Jeremiah, I must admit to a rational voice within me. This voice insists I should acknowledge Angelique's enchantment over him and my Josette. What he did, and what happened to him, was no more his fault than what happened to me. I should try to exercise emotional restraint towards the both of them.
Oh dear lord, I cannot believe I almost forgot about Angelique. I fear the witch almost as much as I hate her. Though I know she is dead, I am aware returning from the dead is not beyond her abilities. If there were anybody more deserving of the rather dangerous and lethal hatred of an angry vampire, it would be the witch responsible for his creation.
My loves are rather simple. I will love Josette eternally. I love the original Collins family mansion (where I had grown to manhood). I also love Elizabeth Collins-Stoddard, for the generosity she showed me by allowing me to take up residence there so soon after making my presence known in Collinsport.
I must admit to the feelings I have towards Victoria Winters. Though I will admit to them, I still haven't yet finished processing these feelings myself. I can't go into full details at the moment.
The majority of the love I am capable of goes towards the current Collins family. Though they do not yet know they have given shelter to what could very well become a truly vile and evil creature, the generosity and kindness they have shown me has not gone unnoticed. They have touched me, and it is something I cannot ignore.