"Jen, you haven't been a vampire very long."Jen, you haven't been a vampire very long. You'll learn. I did," I said, wiping at the blood tears which ran down her cheeks. I was trying to give her hope, being positive. "Look at what your learning got you!" she tearfully replied. "Me." Guilt and pain hit me with gale force, as the images of that night replayed in slow motion. I remembered, with a disgusting thrill, the ecstasy that I had felt as I drained Jennifer, turning her into... this. My head hung. "Can you kill me?" she asked Victoria. "I didn't need Lisa's blood, but I wanted it. I can't control it! I couldn't stop myself! I'm a danger to all of my friends!" Jennifer sobbed. "No, my dear," Victoria quietly said. "I can not kill you. David must decide, and do it himself. He has given you vampire curse, therefore _he_ must be one to free you," Victoria said. I looked at her incredulously, be- cause she had just lied through her fangs. Before I could speak, Victoria said, "Close coffin now, Jennifer, before sun comes up. Go to sleep. We will talk tomorrow." My fiancee pulled me upstairs before I could even say good night to Jennifer. "What did you mean? 'I'm the only one who can kill her.' That's not true!" I argued, very incensed. "I say that for your sake, David, not Jennifer's," Victoria replied. "You are still very much mortal, and guilt over this would drive you mad." She paused. "And me, after you were -- gone. Jennifer is true tragedy, but she has made up her mind, and we -- _you_ should not deny her." "I can command her to want to go on," I said. "She'll do it if I tell her to." My voice was defiant, confident. Yes, that was true, I could tell Jennifer that she didn't want to die the final death. "Yes, but you will only -- cover -- her true will. You felt lust when Jennifer got mad because she could not dance with other men. Was protest. |