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+ 12	Vandoule (Pt.14)
+ 16	Vandoule (Pt.13)
+ 15	Vandoule (Pt.12)
+ 17	Vandoule Pt. 11
+ 17	Vandoule (Pt. 10)
+ 28	Vandoule (Pt.9)
+ 30	Vandoule (Pt.8)
+ 26	Vandoule (Pt.7)
+ 29	Vandoule (Pt.6)
+ 29	Vandoule (Pt.5)
+ 16	I am the Boy (Pt. 3)
+ 28	Vandoule (Pt.4)
+ 32	Vandoule (Pt.3)
+ 24	I Am the Boy pt.2
+ 38	Vandoule (Pt.2)
+ 40	Vandoule
+ 26	I Am the Boy
+ 13	Reita Simmons pt.2
+ 21	Reita Simmons
+ 18	The Bustling City Of New York Scene One Act One

“No, my child, you can’t do that.”

            “Why not? It’s not like I’d be hurting anyone.”

            “That is a dangerous action, Olivia. Besides, they are no longer your family. I am your family. I am all that you need.”

            “No! You are absolutely insane! They will always be my family!”           

            “Don’t make me angry with you, Olivia.”

            “Angry with me? How can you ever be angry with me? I’m your perfection, aren’t I? I have more reason to be angry with you than you have cause to be angry with me! You took me away from my parents!”

            “I took you away from a life that was suffocating you!”

            “Suffocating me? I was never suffocated, just unsure of the world! But now, look at me! I’m nothing! I have nothing! You are nothing to me!”

            “You don’t mean that. I know you don’t.”

            “Oh, but don’t I Vandoule. I surely do. I am vexed as to how I can get myself out of this situation, but you are always there pulling at me, drawing me back to where I don’t want to be. Don’t you see, if I was truly perfection, I’d want to be with you, and I don’t! I want my home!”

            “THE NIGHT IS YOUR HOME! NOW, YOU LISTEN TO ME! THERE IS NO HUMAN FAMILY THAT BELONGS TO YOU ANYMORE! YOU ARE MINE, AND THAT’S THE WAY IT WILL STAY!”

            “You think that by yelling at me, threatening me with your words that I won’t find away out of this? Well, I will. Just you wait and see!”

            “Where are you going? Olivia! OLIVIA!”

 

A beast lives within the constraints of a body that I no longer am. I am struggling to maintain sanity, when, in all aspects of this world, I know that eventually I will give in. I am running away from my newfound destiny. But what is destiny? I am unsure. Was it meant to be this way for me? Going back to Adam and Eve, the higher being, God, gave Adam and Eve free will to choose what they wanted. He expected them to always be loyal, but they weren’t. Does that not tell us something about human nature? So, in all of the hustle and bustle of life, was I meant to have this hallowed skin, this dark hair, these lustful eyes, these sharp fangs? I’m lost within perpetual darkness. Who can answer these questions?

 

But I keep on running. I am denying it. I want what I was. This is not my life, not for me, this just can’t be. Maybe I’m dreaming, dreaming a horrible dream that sometime, I will wake from and find that I am still safe and warm, tucked up in the covers of a four-poster bed frame. If only I had had more sense. Is there any use fighting what I have become? Can I change my existence, now that I am non-existent?

 

I am usually a calm soul, but when my patience is trifled with, there is no telling how angry I may become. I have given Olivia everything she needs to be happy. True, darkness is not always appealing, but did I not promise her a feeling so high on pleasure that nothing would ever be able to replace it? Yes, I did promise her that. But, yet, though I am constantly confessing how much I love her, she runs from me. What is it? Is she just a child who is ungrateful? I have told her time and time again that she is still new and she knows not the powers that will come into her being. Ah, but she tortures me so! Her mind boils with sudden rage, and she does not think before her actions. That is a common human trait, and I do not blame her for having it, but she undermines my authority and she abuses my feelings for her. That I will not stand.

 

ENOUGH! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH! I have been nothing but kindness, but if kindness will not woo her, then she shall feel what it is like to oppressed. OPRESSED! She says this like she is a captive. The darkness does not oppress if two lovers are at hand. Olivia, in her naivety, does not understand that I have singled her out for a reason. She fights, struggles, inflicts pain upon her troubled soul, when all she need do is relax and let be what now is the truth.

 

            “Have you heard anything?”

            “No, nothing.”

            “Do you think we were too hard on her? What if she ran away because the thought we didn’t care?”

            “Now, now. Just relax. Don’t get yourself worked up. You need your rest.”

            “Rest! My daughter is missing! I don’t know where she is! Oh, if only I had been truthful with her! I’m so afraid of the world, but she, my Olivia, she was ready to embrace it.”

            “Don’t blame yourself, darling. The world wasn’t ready to embrace Olivia.”

            “And yet, she’s out there right now, as I lay on my deathbed!”

            “Don’t talk like that.”

            “It’s the truth.”

            “Even so, I’d rather you not talk like that.”

            “I miss Olivia.”

            “As do I.”

My family, as I peered from afar, looking into the bedroom window, my mother lying on the bed, her hair wet from sweat, eyes weary with tears, and my father sitting by her side in a wooden chair, I saw the pain in her eyes. Oh, if only I could tell them how much I cared! How much I missed them! I’m right here! I wanted to fling myself through the window, but I knew I could not. I am alone. There is no one to confide in. Only Vandoule, and in his madness, I am trapped.

 

My mother is dying, and with her death will come peace. She won’t walk the night, wishing her life had been different. She won’t forever be looking from afar at a glimpse of something she will never have again. I have a mind to go and take her away from day, to have her always with me, but then, is that not selfish of me? If I do not want this life, neither will my mother, who, in being ill, will not be limber as I will always be in my eternal youth. I miss feeling loved because I was in a family, not loved because I am something missing in a soul’s desperate cry for mercy.

            “Do you think she’ll come home? Come to see her mother die?”

            “Darling, please.”

            “I want to know what you think. Do you think she will? Do you think she will find it in her heart to forgive me?”

            “I don’t know.”

            “Neither do I, and that pains me so. I miss my daughter.”

If only, if only, if only. I wish I could tell them the reason for my being away. I wish they knew. I will always love them, have always loved them, and, though she may not see me, I will be by my mother’s side until the very end.

 

I know that Olivia is infatuated with her mortal family, but what she does not understand is that, even if they saw her as she is, they would not be able to discern vampire from the child they once knew. Olivia, though still learning, has adopted a different kind of feel about her. She is no longer quiet, she is no longer reserved, and she no longer hides her face in the shadows. This change is apparent, and though, a part of me adores and a part of me does not, I know that her mortal family would never understand. That is why a fledgling must learn to stay away from human family. The want to be human is strong in Olivia. Perhaps I have taken her too soon, but, now that it is done, there is nothing left I can do but show her what lies behind the truth she is longing for.

 

 

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