Narcissism: +2/+2 until end of turn.

Diary of a vampire.

Another night.

Sometimes, I see, heard and listen to people suffer. Voices, millions of maddened voices, a roaring tempest, a silent plea. Faces, countless faces, a mosaic of agony, the still statue of insanity.

I thought I could bring pain. I thought I could soak pain. But so much sufferance? It is beyond my comprehension, my imagination. I am young, by some standards. I thought I have lived though, enough to have a grasp of reality. Perhaps I was wrong. In the Blood, so much is shared... and what comes back to haunt me is the pain. The pain that was kept for so long. That built up, brood anger. And from anger comes hate. In the Blood, I take it all, it all becomes mine.

I am one selfish bastard. I take it all. All your memories. Your joy. Your pain. Your fondest moments, your wildest fears, your smiles, your tears, your scream, of agony, of pleasure, everything anything and more. I take it all within me, within my black hole, within the Abyss that resides in me. They all collide and collapse inside, and nothing remains. Nothing remains, but me, me, and me.

And the pain? That sheer quantity I cannot comprehend? I absorb it. I understand I cannot soak it. It is not my task. I compress it, until is it no more than a singularity. Your Blood becomes part of me, and so does your pain. But it is no more. And it haunts me. Because I do not feel it like I should. My limbs are numb, my heart is numb, and my head is empty. You thought it'd create rage? Fits of anger, hate bleeding through my eyes? Think again. I walk at night. Kill at night. Live, and die at night. And under the Moonlight, everything is alike. Burning hate, fiery anger, crimson blood? They have no color.

Haunt me as you want. You are no burden to me. Hunt me, with torches, stakes and divine imprecations. You cannot catch me. Whisper to me, voices of the damned. Come to me, I welcome thee.

-Day of Deception, 9th the Month of the Dragon 748 AI.

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You cannot give a burden to someone else. If they do have one, then they chose to take it on themselves. You can annoy, irritate, frustrate, or simply bore the shit out of someone's mind. You cannot pressure someone into accepting you as a burden.

If you think that last bit concerns you, you're wrong. Period. I write stuff that runs through my mind, that I don't expect anyone to read, and so that doesn't concern anyone here. Give me a smile, and make it last a while.

~I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don't believe I deserved my friends. - Walt Whitman