Eternal Love
Character Name: Isabel Giovanni
Origin: World of Darkness: Vampire the Masquerade
Word Count: 602
Character’s LJ: isabel_giovanni
Rating: NC-17 mature themes/adult content
Past Prompt: Love
What are my thoughts on love? It has been said that the Kindred cannot, by our very natures, love. I do not fully agree with this assessment. I have all of eternity to debate this. Do you?
There is a passage from the Song of Solomon that reads, 'For love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame.*' I have only tasted love such as that once, when I was still drawing breath and my heart still beat within my chest. I would have dared anything for that love, I did dare everything for that love, and we had the family's tacit approval. The one great love of my existence, living and undead, is my brother, Antonio.
For love is as strong as death. Death did claim Antonio's mortal body, but his spirit conquered death's cold embrace. As he lay dying, I wept tears of red blood begging him to never leave me, to remain my own for all of time. He swore upon his soul that he would only be mine before he breathed his last. With those words, a vow made upon a death bed, his spirit became fettered to my undead heart.
I can only presume that it was the pain I felt at his crossing over that alerted my ghoul to my distress. The bedroom door opened, and our son came to me to comfort me. 'Aunt Isabel,' was all that he said before kissing away my tears. By that time, Marcus was serving the family as a ghoul and knew well the nature of my tears, although he didn't know the truth about his parentage. At least, if he did, he always upheld the masquerade that I was only his aunt. Once I stopped weeping, Marcus opened the door to let in his siblings; Antonio's children by his second wife, so that they could farewell their father.
Its jealousy unyielding as the grave. Antonio and I both loathed his first wife equally. Sylvana was her name. I ensured that she would never be allowed to breed any future Giovanni. Her true nature, as is often the case, came to light only after she had joined the family. She was not content to be regarded as only a breeding vessel and sought to enmesh herself in daily operations of the family, trying to claim for herself what was mine. We poisoned her, and made it appear as if it was her maid that had done so. No one questioned us, especially after the maid's body was found the next morning, the sad victim of 'highwaymen' herself. At least we spared her the noose.
It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame. I never again felt that spark. Antonio still does, being a creature of pure emotion now. He gets fretful when I do not let him skinride those with whom I share a fondness. It isn't love like I knew as a mortal, I do not fool myself. Nor is it the love that develops between two Kindred who blood bond themselves together for eternity; such things always seem to end tragically. There is one legend of two of the Inconnu who... but that is for another day.
No, I am content to cultivate one or two deep and abiding friendships each century. There are a few who can spark my curiosity enough that I wish to enjoy their company for some years. They are much like beloved pets and I do miss them when they are gone.
Origin: World of Darkness: Vampire the Masquerade
Word Count: 602
Character’s LJ: isabel_giovanni
Rating: NC-17 mature themes/adult content
Past Prompt: Love
What are my thoughts on love? It has been said that the Kindred cannot, by our very natures, love. I do not fully agree with this assessment. I have all of eternity to debate this. Do you?
There is a passage from the Song of Solomon that reads, 'For love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame.*' I have only tasted love such as that once, when I was still drawing breath and my heart still beat within my chest. I would have dared anything for that love, I did dare everything for that love, and we had the family's tacit approval. The one great love of my existence, living and undead, is my brother, Antonio.
For love is as strong as death. Death did claim Antonio's mortal body, but his spirit conquered death's cold embrace. As he lay dying, I wept tears of red blood begging him to never leave me, to remain my own for all of time. He swore upon his soul that he would only be mine before he breathed his last. With those words, a vow made upon a death bed, his spirit became fettered to my undead heart.
I can only presume that it was the pain I felt at his crossing over that alerted my ghoul to my distress. The bedroom door opened, and our son came to me to comfort me. 'Aunt Isabel,' was all that he said before kissing away my tears. By that time, Marcus was serving the family as a ghoul and knew well the nature of my tears, although he didn't know the truth about his parentage. At least, if he did, he always upheld the masquerade that I was only his aunt. Once I stopped weeping, Marcus opened the door to let in his siblings; Antonio's children by his second wife, so that they could farewell their father.
Its jealousy unyielding as the grave. Antonio and I both loathed his first wife equally. Sylvana was her name. I ensured that she would never be allowed to breed any future Giovanni. Her true nature, as is often the case, came to light only after she had joined the family. She was not content to be regarded as only a breeding vessel and sought to enmesh herself in daily operations of the family, trying to claim for herself what was mine. We poisoned her, and made it appear as if it was her maid that had done so. No one questioned us, especially after the maid's body was found the next morning, the sad victim of 'highwaymen' herself. At least we spared her the noose.
It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame. I never again felt that spark. Antonio still does, being a creature of pure emotion now. He gets fretful when I do not let him skinride those with whom I share a fondness. It isn't love like I knew as a mortal, I do not fool myself. Nor is it the love that develops between two Kindred who blood bond themselves together for eternity; such things always seem to end tragically. There is one legend of two of the Inconnu who... but that is for another day.
No, I am content to cultivate one or two deep and abiding friendships each century. There are a few who can spark my curiosity enough that I wish to enjoy their company for some years. They are much like beloved pets and I do miss them when they are gone.