ggravendust
I called a retreat. It was a cowardly idea, but I couldn't bear the thought of killing... this thing. It used to be a perfect, lovely, compassionate man that held me softly and spoke to me kindly but... now it was a shadowy memory of what he used to be. Just a demon in his body. He'd become a vampire.
It was everything I had and hadn't imagined. Grand, marble entryway. Unnecessarily large gym with multiple courts for sports I'd never play. Extensive curriculum of science and math and english-- but... the doors lock so easily if you close them too hard...
It's hardly halloween yet and I'm already raving about it. Ghostly decorations hanging from every wall, motion animated life-size figures, jack-o-lanterns, everything about it makes me happy. I can already taste the caramel apple I'll get scolded for eating too much of.
O great merciful cathedral,
dark in my mind, but gray in being--
My voice sounds so different.
An echo in practice.
Why may not I hear,
what others do? Curse, fortune?
Was I alone chosen to hear
the gospel of myself?
I'd never been graced with such a shy presence in my ballroom. The man was cute rather than handsome, and he sported a half-beard as an attempt at masculinity. His uniform was tailored beautifully and the decorative sword hung at his side gallantly. His eyes were icy bright, I realized, as they met mine. His hand extended towards me and he asked me, reddening, to dance.
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