votmy?
I'm feeling strange today. Well, not exactly today, it started yesterday evening. And I know what it is.
It's a VotM-mood.
Damn.
Worst thing to happen when I have to learn and work hard.
I guess I shouldn't have been reading all this vampire stuff. It always makes me wonder how tragically bad vampirism is, the cursed blood running in your veins, knowing that you'd witness the world fall apart and friends age and pass away, never to lose yourself in warming darkness of death and to rest. The craving for blood, unstoppable and demanding, and then the guilt and hatred for your own self...
Why would anybody want to become immortal?
It often strikes me that people see vampires as mindless threat, like freaky monsters, goblins, zombies, kind of that. Aren't they suffering? Do they have no feelings, no emotions? Do they not know of what they've become? To kill them, yes, it means to ease their pain. Of course they become grievous and grotesque, as their only means of overcoming their curse, escaping their torment, forgetting about it. But they were humans once, and very well aware of their own decline.
I cannot understand those young men and women taking nicknames such as Vampire Princess or Queen of the Damned, considering themselves vampires and declaring love for blood and stuff. I do realize that vampires are fascinating - there is something unnaturally beautiful in their heart-wrenching tales - but why anyone would like to become one? Where's these people's imagination and common sense? Is it romantic, to live for ever, lurk in the darkness, kill innocents only to have your memory back minute after you're sated?
... or maybe I'm just too practical to see any benefits of being a vampire. Actually, everything I can think of is eternal damnation, moral decline and ineffable suffering.
Of course my sympathy doesn't go for vampires 'Oh-I-gonna-be-a-vampire-coz-I'll-never-die-and-drinkin-blood-is-cool'.
It's good I don't have Vampire of the Mists here with me. I'd start reading it and end up weeping for a week.
It's a VotM-mood.
Damn.
Worst thing to happen when I have to learn and work hard.
I guess I shouldn't have been reading all this vampire stuff. It always makes me wonder how tragically bad vampirism is, the cursed blood running in your veins, knowing that you'd witness the world fall apart and friends age and pass away, never to lose yourself in warming darkness of death and to rest. The craving for blood, unstoppable and demanding, and then the guilt and hatred for your own self...
Why would anybody want to become immortal?
It often strikes me that people see vampires as mindless threat, like freaky monsters, goblins, zombies, kind of that. Aren't they suffering? Do they have no feelings, no emotions? Do they not know of what they've become? To kill them, yes, it means to ease their pain. Of course they become grievous and grotesque, as their only means of overcoming their curse, escaping their torment, forgetting about it. But they were humans once, and very well aware of their own decline.
I cannot understand those young men and women taking nicknames such as Vampire Princess or Queen of the Damned, considering themselves vampires and declaring love for blood and stuff. I do realize that vampires are fascinating - there is something unnaturally beautiful in their heart-wrenching tales - but why anyone would like to become one? Where's these people's imagination and common sense? Is it romantic, to live for ever, lurk in the darkness, kill innocents only to have your memory back minute after you're sated?
... or maybe I'm just too practical to see any benefits of being a vampire. Actually, everything I can think of is eternal damnation, moral decline and ineffable suffering.
Of course my sympathy doesn't go for vampires 'Oh-I-gonna-be-a-vampire-coz-I'll-never-die-and-drinkin-blood-is-cool'.
It's good I don't have Vampire of the Mists here with me. I'd start reading it and end up weeping for a week.