Fangs
It's odd, Halloween is over but I feel more like a vampire now than when everyone was dressed up in costumes.
I guess it has to do with a few things, really. I know down there somewhere I've got the some of the predatory instincts our favourite toothy pals have: move silently, walk in shadows, avoid drawing attention, be observant and pay close attention to what you hear. Don't worry, kids, he's harmless. And by he, I mean me. Yes, I'm a tool, thanks.
It's true that we're really not that much older than the first year students of this year on the lifetime scale. Most of them are in the range of 17-18 while the majority of us fall into the 20-21 at the moment. Still, within out little microcosm of semester levels and massive discovery we are, in fact, a couple developmental stages older than them. We've had our own residence first year and most of us have had our second year, some off campus, some on campus, some involved in student life or leadership. Now remains us, the few, who still live among these young fresh blooded students who feel as if we're centuries older than them in our experiences. We stay up until three in the morning working on assignments due just after sunrise and bullshit our way though half of everything we do...and still do just fine most of the time.
(...oooor that's just me, tooling around)
Not all analogies are the best for everything, but humor me. As Alucard so does, as well as many other vampire-hunter based series starts, is try to preserve his world, or at least just the space around him, for mortals to continue their regular lives, free of the torment of vengeful bloodsucker and supported in the shadows by those would watch with him: his own kind. Much like Seras Victoria, a young woman new to undeath but familiar with the creed of protectors, these exist others, young vampires to lend their talents to our calling. Their eyes watch over the the innocent and shepard them away from those who would feed upon them.
It is in this way that our way of life endures. We are sustained not by feeding upon mortals but rather are self-sustained by binding our wills to their sanctity. No one does it forever though, as some just need to explore other paths, many out outside the cleft of shadows, when the time comes. They no longer require our devotion, in fact, the ones that do will likely never notice, but we remain, ever vigilant in our duty.
Tool! Yes, I know.
Don't worry, I'll go to bed now.
I guess it has to do with a few things, really. I know down there somewhere I've got the some of the predatory instincts our favourite toothy pals have: move silently, walk in shadows, avoid drawing attention, be observant and pay close attention to what you hear. Don't worry, kids, he's harmless. And by he, I mean me. Yes, I'm a tool, thanks.
It's true that we're really not that much older than the first year students of this year on the lifetime scale. Most of them are in the range of 17-18 while the majority of us fall into the 20-21 at the moment. Still, within out little microcosm of semester levels and massive discovery we are, in fact, a couple developmental stages older than them. We've had our own residence first year and most of us have had our second year, some off campus, some on campus, some involved in student life or leadership. Now remains us, the few, who still live among these young fresh blooded students who feel as if we're centuries older than them in our experiences. We stay up until three in the morning working on assignments due just after sunrise and bullshit our way though half of everything we do...and still do just fine most of the time.
(...oooor that's just me, tooling around)
Not all analogies are the best for everything, but humor me. As Alucard so does, as well as many other vampire-hunter based series starts, is try to preserve his world, or at least just the space around him, for mortals to continue their regular lives, free of the torment of vengeful bloodsucker and supported in the shadows by those would watch with him: his own kind. Much like Seras Victoria, a young woman new to undeath but familiar with the creed of protectors, these exist others, young vampires to lend their talents to our calling. Their eyes watch over the the innocent and shepard them away from those who would feed upon them.
It is in this way that our way of life endures. We are sustained not by feeding upon mortals but rather are self-sustained by binding our wills to their sanctity. No one does it forever though, as some just need to explore other paths, many out outside the cleft of shadows, when the time comes. They no longer require our devotion, in fact, the ones that do will likely never notice, but we remain, ever vigilant in our duty.
Tool! Yes, I know.
Don't worry, I'll go to bed now.