Post by Tig on Feb 27, 2009 14:56:35 GMT -5
Have you ever wondered why we are the way we are? Is there some sort of force that decides just what we are going to be? Is it decided from the moment we are brought into this world? Or do our actions determine our future?
I was born different from my friends. I was given my gift the moment I was born, sent down from generation to generation. I am a were-panther, and everyone in my family has different powers. Mine is healing. It is something I enjoy, I like helping people. It is a part of me. My sanity.
You know that saying 'it is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all'? I'm not all together sure that has any truth to it. I loved. I loved fiercely. And he took that way from me, several times. He would always come crawling back to me, and against my better judgment, I took him back. Only to have him break my heart again. He eventually married me. And I thought, that was it. But was it?
No.
I was bitten and became a vampire after a year of marriage with him.
Then everything fell apart.
I lost him.
He left me.
Why? Because I'm different? I'm a freak?
It doesn't matter anymore. He's no longer a part of my life. All I can do is move forward, and survive.
You know. It's not easy being a vampire, especially since I'm a were-panther. I'm a hybrid, others call me. It hurts, but I don't care. Why should it bother me? I am a hybrid. But they always say it with disdain.
I don't kill my victims. I feed from them. I heal them and give them new memories. I only kill when it's necessary, like in a fight.
Is that crazy?
I was born different from my friends. I was given my gift the moment I was born, sent down from generation to generation. I am a were-panther, and everyone in my family has different powers. Mine is healing. It is something I enjoy, I like helping people. It is a part of me. My sanity.
You know that saying 'it is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all'? I'm not all together sure that has any truth to it. I loved. I loved fiercely. And he took that way from me, several times. He would always come crawling back to me, and against my better judgment, I took him back. Only to have him break my heart again. He eventually married me. And I thought, that was it. But was it?
No.
I was bitten and became a vampire after a year of marriage with him.
Then everything fell apart.
I lost him.
He left me.
Why? Because I'm different? I'm a freak?
It doesn't matter anymore. He's no longer a part of my life. All I can do is move forward, and survive.
You know. It's not easy being a vampire, especially since I'm a were-panther. I'm a hybrid, others call me. It hurts, but I don't care. Why should it bother me? I am a hybrid. But they always say it with disdain.
I don't kill my victims. I feed from them. I heal them and give them new memories. I only kill when it's necessary, like in a fight.
Is that crazy?