by Karen Kapteinis

Created on: April 24, 2008

Standing in the shadows, Eliisabet sighed. She looked out at a world she could no longer touch. It had been taken away, ripped from her grasp with the advent of the Turning. It stirred something in her, but the feeling was too far away for her to touch. There were some who said she would never be able to feel again, never be able to fully grasp again what she had lost.

When her Sire had Turned her, he had not only taken away her ability to interact with the human world; he had taken away her emotions. All those years ago, she had been cursed in such a way, and ever since, she had been looking for a way to change that. She wanted to become what she once was. Wanted to give up immortality for the intensity of mortal life.

The vampires could not match that. They existed, but theirs was a parody of life. They were the Everlasting, but the cost was emotion. To become such a killer, they had to give up the emotions that would hinder their ability to survive in their dark, bloody world. Emotions gave them a weakness, the Elders said. Had they been 'cursed' with human emotions, they would not be able to kill their prey to gain sustenance and power. They would soon be dead should they not be able to do that.

Eliisabet thought otherwise. She was haunted by the memories of her mortal life, the emotions that had been taken away from her in another's fit of rage. She had not been meant for the Everlasting life. Raphael had formed something that few vampires ever did; a blood feud with a mortal. Her father had been the one to die, while she had been cursed forever. She thought he had the better option. He no longer had to live a life. He did not have to live her half life.

What was a life without emotion? What was its purpose? You did not feel, you did not experience. It was a waste. And because of her life, many others had to die. She, like all the other Everlasting, took blood from their victims and killed the host. It was an inescapable fact in a shadowy world. It was something she could not do anything about. At times she wondered why she was still alive, why she still allowed herself to plague the existence of the mortals she fed from. Why would such a creature live if it was only there as a bane? What was her purpose? She knew she had none. What purpose could she have, after all?

But she knew, deep down inside. She knew that she wanted to find something worth living for. Wanted to see if there was a higher purpose to her existence. Maybe, if she lingered long enough, she

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