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Thinking back on it the mask might not have been such a good ides. True I dont want my sister to know that I'm still alive, then again I'm not alive now am I? I glance over to Sam again. She looks so hurt, alone. I should tell her. But not on this little boat, whith those things in the water and morning just hours away. Rage can be a powerful thing and I know that the anger from betrayal is more powerful than most...
Heather killed me. My sister, no closer than that, my twin. As kids we were inseperable. We finished eachothers sentences and all that. I always seemed to know when she was hurt or upset, and I would do my best to make her fell better. She looked me in the eyes as she brought her sword down, I dont know what I saw there. If it was joy at the bloodshed that shes come to love so much or sorrow for the brother she was losing. She didn't fell bad after she killed Brian, so why should I be any different. But I can hope...
Thats why I ware this mask, the next time I meet Heather I will ask her as an uninvolved party. Perhaps then I'll get the truth out of her. I have to tell Sam though. I can tell that she feels alone. I dont know what happend to her and Eric to make her take his death so hard, but something must have.
It's odd, I dont feel as bad about Eric's death as I would have if I was still alive. Perhaps it just hasn't hit me yet, but the death of my family also seems to have dulled. I could just be the change. Maybe vampires don't feel death like others do. But what if its not that. I'm gonna start to deal with the possibality that the events of the past week have fucked with my head more than I know.
I'm curious as to what the fate of the island children will be. Those helicopters seemed to have a take no prisoners attitude. I want to think that they'll just brain wash them or somthing. I'll go back one day and find out.
Will I be able to kill Heather if it comes to it? Physicaly maybe, I already feel stronger than the last time we fought. The blood inside me fills me with an energy that I have not yet begun to comprehend. Will I be able to strike the killing blow. I know that she is no longer my sister as I remember her, but she is my sister. She has be changed by that monster of a man Joseph...
Joseph will die for what he has done to us. That I'm sure of. The last thing that I want him to see is my smiling face as he breaths his last. My actuall face not this grinning visage that I have taken as a temperory cover. He can count on that...
Heather killed me. My sister, no closer than that, my twin. As kids we were inseperable. We finished eachothers sentences and all that. I always seemed to know when she was hurt or upset, and I would do my best to make her fell better. She looked me in the eyes as she brought her sword down, I dont know what I saw there. If it was joy at the bloodshed that shes come to love so much or sorrow for the brother she was losing. She didn't fell bad after she killed Brian, so why should I be any different. But I can hope...
Thats why I ware this mask, the next time I meet Heather I will ask her as an uninvolved party. Perhaps then I'll get the truth out of her. I have to tell Sam though. I can tell that she feels alone. I dont know what happend to her and Eric to make her take his death so hard, but something must have.
It's odd, I dont feel as bad about Eric's death as I would have if I was still alive. Perhaps it just hasn't hit me yet, but the death of my family also seems to have dulled. I could just be the change. Maybe vampires don't feel death like others do. But what if its not that. I'm gonna start to deal with the possibality that the events of the past week have fucked with my head more than I know.
I'm curious as to what the fate of the island children will be. Those helicopters seemed to have a take no prisoners attitude. I want to think that they'll just brain wash them or somthing. I'll go back one day and find out.
Will I be able to kill Heather if it comes to it? Physicaly maybe, I already feel stronger than the last time we fought. The blood inside me fills me with an energy that I have not yet begun to comprehend. Will I be able to strike the killing blow. I know that she is no longer my sister as I remember her, but she is my sister. She has be changed by that monster of a man Joseph...
Joseph will die for what he has done to us. That I'm sure of. The last thing that I want him to see is my smiling face as he breaths his last. My actuall face not this grinning visage that I have taken as a temperory cover. He can count on that...