Oct 02, 2006 19:48
I once told Paige that I've come to terms with my evil past. But that's a lie. The things I've done, they still haunt me. Sometimes I don't think that Phoebe entirely realizes the horrible things that I've done to witches and innocents in the past. If she did, she wouldn't be able to look at me.
I killed my first witch when I was ten, and from then on I lost count. I'm 121 years old now, and I spent over 100 of those years killing at the Source's command. I learned to take pleasure in making a witch scream and cry and suffer. The demon in me demanded it. The human fled and hid from the atrocities I committed. It still wants to hide from the memories.
Phoebe changed my path, but she can't make me forget what I've done. Nothing can. There are not enough acts of goodness to erase the torture and murders. If I could undo them, I would, but I can't, and I've learned to live with it as best I can.
But I'll never forget it. I'll never just accept it.
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