Distract my hunger (11 page)

And
make
our
fate
forever
clear.

The
four
stanzas
cling
to
my
mind
since
they
were
first
shown
to
me
in
my
dreams.
I
cannot
forget
them,
that’s
true,
but
I
don’t
feel
them
as
a
terrible
omen
as
the
rest
of
“The
Council”
does.

It
is
quite
clear
that
this
vampire
alleged
to
hold
our
fates
will
be
born
from
the
union
of
two
ancients,
therefore
becoming
stronger
than
its
parents
 
.
 
.
 
.
but
 
.
 
.
 
.
can
we
truly
believe
that
it
should
be
stopped?

Will
this
vampire
be
our
doom?
In
the
words
it’s
not
so
clear.
It
could
be
a
light
in
the
darkest
sky;
this
vampire
could
be
our
hope
of
a
new
world.
And
THAT
precisely
is
what
scares
all
of
the
council
members,
all
but
Duncan.

Sweet
Duncan,
he’s
always
so
reflexive
and
wise!
I
believe
he
is
different
from
the
rest;
he
is
not
as
power-driven
as
we
all
are.
He
sees
things
where
we
can’t,
I
wish
I
could
be
more
like
him
sometimes
 
.
 
.
 
.
He
is
very
cautious
with
his
views
and
his
thoughts;
I
think
that
he
is
a
bit
reticent
to
share
them
too
much
just
in
case
Aidan’s
thirst
for
complete
supremacy
feels
attacked
by
them.

I
secretly
back
him
up,
though
I
won’t
tell
him
so
unless
it
is
completely
necessary.

How
could
this
prophesy
shake
so
much
of
the
council’s
foundations?
Why
do
I
seem
the
only
one
besides
Duncan
that
doesn’t
feel
completely
threatened?
We
have
been
the
ones
on
power
for
many
centuries
and
perhaps
it’s
not
so
long
for
our
time
to
be
over.
Change
is
not
always
bad
I
mean.

Unfortunately
my
views
were
not
the
ones
mostly
supported
when
we
voted.
I
don’t
mind
not
bearing
children
from
another
ancient
so
as
to
try
and
stop
the
pythonic
poem
from
coming
true,
but
killing
any
offspring
with
those
conditions
is
a
bit
too
much.

In
the
end
I
had
to
bend
my
will
and
vote
in
favour
of
such
atrocities,
I’m
much
too
scared
of
their
blood-thirsty
ways.
They
will
stop
at
nothing
to
prevent
this
vampire
coming
to
life.
Deep
down
I
despise
me
for
not
stopping
them,
but
I
won’t
be
of
any
good
dead.
After
all,
I’m
one
of
the
six
strongest
vampires
alive
and
that
should
count
for
something
some
day.
I
feel
I
will
be
needed
in
the
future.

When
we
agreed
on
killing
any
progeny
that
had
two
ancients
as
its
parents
or
that
was
bearer
of
violet
eyes
I
felt
sick.
My
stomach
turned
and
I
had
to
concentrate
with
all
my
might
to
hide
the
sick
feelings
I
had
inside.
I
saw
sadness
in
Duncan’s
eyes
too,
he’s
such
a
noble
soul.
Morgause,
on
the
other
hand,
completely
let
me
down.

I
felt
so
disappointed!
He
is
my
greatest
and
most
cherished
friend,
we
always
supported
each
other
and
before
this,
I
thought
I
knew
him.
I
couldn’t
believe
he
so
easily
agreed
on
killing
our
newborns.
They
could
be
stronger
than
us,
but
they
were
of
our
kind!
He
agreed
also
on
killing
any
ancient
that
is
too
strong
and
any
couple
that
has
two
ancients
as
its
members.

How
can
he
be
so
cold-hearted?
I
can’t
believe
he
is
like
the
others,
I
believed
he
stood
for
what
was
right
 
.
 
.
 
.
So
much
blood
will
be
spilled
now,
and
it
won’t
even
be
spilled
by
human
hands.

The
law
will
be
expressed
to
other
vampires
tomorrow
 
.
 
.
 
.
with
blood.
We
won’t
proclaim,
we
are
bound
to
hunt
our
own.
I
will
kill
my
own
species
on
behalf
of
fear
and
power,
I
hate
myself,
yet
I
don’t
know
how
to
do
differently.”

The first entry I read was so powerful and sad that teardrops tumbled down my cheeks. I could feel the woman’s despair and sense of betrayal; she seemed so impotent against political struggles! I could picture tears running down her cheeks while she wrote the entry.