The Last Vampire

Before I begin, may I ask how old you are?" "You may ask." "How old are you?" "It's none of your business

Darkness approaches from outside. I feel no light inside me strong enough to resist it.

Some loves have to be given up, others have to be forgotten. Strange as it may sound, if you think of me as a monster, but I can love most passionately. I do not think of myself as evil.

When you were in love, you knew no fear or hatred. When you were fearful, there was no possibility of love or hate. And when there was hate, there was only hate.

When you were in love you knew no fear or hatred.

I turned to look into his face one last time. It was as if I could see the whole universe in his eyes. Maybe he was God, maybe he was simply enlightened. I didn't care right then, in that blessed moment, I just loved him. Later, though, the love was to turn to hate, to fear. They seemed so opposite, the feelings, yet they were all one note on his flute.

I would look up at the moon and see that it was not the smooth orb we had all believed, but a pitted and scarred world with no air.

I am a vampire, and that is the truth.

Most of all I grieve for my soul because even though I do, finally, believe there is a God, and that I have met him, I do not know if he has given me an immortal soul, but only one that was to last me as long as my body lasted. I do not know if when the last page of my book is closed, that will be the end of me.

People with power always take advantage of those without power.

I wanted you to thank you for being my friend and letting me play a part in your story.

For feeling, not events, is to me the essence of history.

I am a vampire," I say softly. "And you have pissed me off.

The physics are simple in theory, but in practice they are filled with the possibility for limitless error.

The late hour is such a friend; it has been for so many years. There is not a soul around as I carry Riley downstairs and dump him in my trunk. It is good, for I am not in the mood to kill again, and murder, for me, is very much tied to my mood, like making love. Even when it is necessary.

As to blood—ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.

God is God. His name doesn't matter.

Quant au sang, ah, le sang, le sujet entier me fascine. En plus, j'aime ça, quand ça coule tout chaud et que je suis assoiffée. Et je le suis souvent.

Why am I talking about all this? Who am I talking to? I send out these words, these thoughts, simply because it is time. Time for what, I do not know and it does not matter because it is what I want and that is always reason enough for me.

Victim: I don't want to die! Sita: Then you should never have been born

Time cannot destroy it. I am that love - time cannot touch me. Time but changes the form. Somewhere in some time it will return. When you least expect it, the face of a loved one reappears. Look beyond that face and you will see me.

Any odds are good odds for the damned