“To love and be loved? It is asking much from a soulless monster,” calmly the vampire commented. Of course, he did over simplify the woman’s reason, but it helped Dimitri to comprehend the whole situation. “If I were to adopt her way, perhaps then I would have an answer for that damn question of his,” he murmured under his breath more to himself than anyone else. Dimitri ran a hand through his hair, breathing in the dusty smell of the church. Narcotic calmness overtook him in one sweep. He turned, regarding the nun with nothing but protective coldness.



All right, he was ready to face his tormentor, perhaps even accept the wretched fate. And as long as there was hope that by sacrificing his old ways, he would win back lives of his kin, he was willing to do just so. He would be a martyr. Yes, yes… that sounded like a worthy cause to live. Even though it was a perversion of the ‘love and be loved’ that he initially pinpointed, it was a radical turn from selfishness that was harbored in his brain. “I have nothing more to say.” Dimitri moved to the door, opening it with his back to the human. And then, despite the near physical pain, he murmured the words that were never spoken by him for hundred years to a human. “Thank you.” Dimitri went in search of his master to set the record straight that a vampire was not a purposeless creature after all.


@музыка: Come Away Melinda by Uriah Heep