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Author: Eirah
Fiction Rated: K - English - Supernatural - Reviews: 1 - Published: 02-18-04 - Updated: 02-18-04 - id:1528992
A.N. A small vampire inspired blurb, I was thinking of doing something with it but my muse abandoned me after the first page. ~Eirah (because 'Jei' was taken)

A concentrated beam of light floods over the horizon, spreading out in all directions as its source begins to show itself in the early dawn light. The light has no bounds, no limits, but that's where shadows come from. When the light make its way over a mountain, it cannot see the other side, the side that is cast in its wake, as dark as the second side of the moon, that's where our story starts. Down at the base of that great mountain that is bathed in sunlight lies a city that on one knows is there.
There is no light there, only a shadow cast by the mountains on either side. That is my safe haven. That city is my home, the place of perpetual night. In that place, all are like me; there is no reason to hide, to run. No reason to move from place to place to explain ones agelessness or to be overly cautious about ones eating habits. In your world, I must stay away from those that walk in light so tat they may never know of be beyond their faerie stories. I am a creature of the night, where you live I must show a lie to keep away those that might be suspicious of my pale skin and piercing eyes. Where you live, I must only sample, never take in the life of my victim and taste the blood of his last breath on my lips. In my world, in that place beyond the mountain, I may walk freely and be with those like me. I can roam the streets, not covering my features, because others share them. I can keep a pet, a loyal day walker to walk at my heels so that I may feed when I wish. I can walk into a restaurant, something that would be pointless on your world, and have a freshly caught live human on the table, still trembling from the fear of what lies in its death. In my world, the only light is that which comes from a candle or street sign because we need none.



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