[Morgana]

By Sissy Samurai


A CHILD'S PLAY


I have never loved anyone in my entire life. All I ever did was play. Yes, I played, and I played quite a lot. I toyed with everybody - with the humans, with my vampire brothers, even with Kain, our Lord and Master. I never cared for anything in this world but for the joy of playing with them.

I was Kain's first born, and his favorite son. I had the world at my feet - I could do whatever I wanted. And all I ever wanted to do was to play. To play with their feelings, with their nerves, with their very lives. I never knew remorse for what I did; my cruelty surpassed that of Kain's, and my Master was pleased with me, often giving me as an example to my brethren. Oh, how I loved to watch them as they were told off; how I loved the hatred that burned within them, the envy that choked their words... I cannot imagine anything better than that.

I loved surrounding myself with children - my children, my vampire offspring. I adored those innocent eyes of theirs, and the way they looked up at me. They were my legacy, an army of children no more than ten years old, vampiric blood coursing through their veins. They were unbeatable, the strongest, purest army of all. Kain was beside himself with pride, and he even smiled once or twice. But that meant nothing to me, not anymore. I had already grown tired of this little child's play, its purpose only to please our Father. I was beyond that. I needn't have Kain's approval anymore, for I had become his equal. The thought of overthrowing him did come to my mind once, but I dismissed it immediately. If I were to rule Nosgoth, then I would have no time to tease my brethren, and that was still too enjoyable to just throw it away. Besides that, there were a number of problems one would have to deal with as a leader, and I was a bit lazy, to be honest.

Still, I was a real show-off. I simply loved to brag about my great achievements, only to see envy and even hints of hatred in the others' eyes. Lucce, one of my children, once told me that I was "a spoiled brat" - yes, those were her exact words. Oh, how I laughed that day! She was right though, I did behave like a spoiled child. She also told me that my attitude will get me killed one day, but I laughed to that, too. What did she know? She was only 47...

I kept going like that for centuries, never caring about anyone, never missing anyone, but always enjoying myself. At some point, I started asking myself whether I was mad, but I soon came to understand that I was as sane as ever, only very proud of my high origins, proud of the noble blood that coursed through my veins. I was Kain's first-born! I ruled beside him, while the other five clan leaders were nothing more than just servants to us. We were their gods, their idols, we could destroy them if we wished to - we had that power - but we chose to let them live. Their very lives were our gift to them.

Thoughts like these have soothed my painful slumber inside the chrysalis that sheltered my new form. Soon, I will awake and gaze into my brethren's envy-filled eyes, as Lord Kain will discreetly express his content over my newest evolution. Oh, how I longed for my brothers' hatred, and, oh, how I missed my children's playfulness... I was indeed a "spoiled brat", like Lucce once told me - a spoiled brat who always screamed whenever his toys were beyond his reach. That was why I loathed these times when my body needed sleep - I had nothing to amuse myself with.

But I will soon rise from my slumber, and everything will return to normal& With me, teasing my younger brothers, and with Kain, allowing me to play with their nerves like always. I was, after all, his favorite son, and there was nothing in the world he could have forbidden me. I ruled over his frozen heart, cruel and playful, as only a child could be. A ruthless, undead, beautiful child - his child.

For that is what I am - I am Kain's creation, now, as before.



THE END



And this is fic #2. Enjoy.



SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST



I have a heart, I really do. It's here, in my chest, beneath this cold, vampiric flesh, and it beats. Oh, yes, it beats, and it is warm, as warm as only a human heart can be. I live, I breathe like humans do, and most of all I feel just like they feel. Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it doesn't. I'm just as human as any human out there is. I'm only... different.

You'll never know the pain a vampire has to endure; you're too busy destroying us to even assume we have feelings. You have forgotten that we were once like you. Well, let me tell you this: we were like you, and we still are. And no matter what we will become, we will still be human!

It hurts. It hurts being different, it hurts being alone... It hurts.

I hated Kain at first, for making me into this, for turning me into something that the humans feared and hated, but one day, I realized why he did it. He was alone in this world, and everybody wanted him dead. He only needed someone to stand by his side; he was tired of being fearsome, cruel and heartless. He wanted to feel human again... Ironically, the only way for a vampire to feel human is to surround himself with more of his kind.

The humans hate us, no matter what we do. They catch our children, they torture them, they kill them and they do it in a way that has nothing noble or righteous in it. They call it "holy war", but it is no more than mere slaughter. We kill their numbers for blood, so that we can live; what is their excuse? Do they think they're so much better than us? Don't they kill other creatures for food, just like we do with them? It was not long ago that humans stood on top of the food chain, now we do, and this infuriates them. They hate being second best. But that's just how life is, one must always expect to confront a more powerful creature and be defeated - this is the circle of life.

All these thoughts make my head spin and hurt... Another thing that makes us human - we can feel pain, both physical and emotional. That seems to please our tormentors in a way, making the torturing of our brothers and sisters more enjoyable... for the tormentors, of course. At least they like something about us...

I suppose Lord Kain is right in a way; we must learn to hate and fight the humans if we want to survive. Somehow, I find that rather difficult. I can't seem to be able to let go of my origins, of my life as a human, although I remember nothing of it. The others have no problem with hating; I'm not like them... but I must learn to be. We are waging constant wars with the humans; it is either them or us, and neither side wants to lose. So I guess it has to be them, since we cannot die. We have to break them, we have to conquer their cities, and enslave them. If we cannot make them love us, then we shall make them fear us.

It's nothing personal, my precious ones. It's just survival, survival of the fittest.



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