Many innocent people will die if you do this, because she will kill others to annoy you into killing her.Many innocent people will die if you do this, because she will kill others to annoy you into killing her. Then we have plague of vampires with _no_ master." There was a sense of urgency in her words. "Remember our true nature, as I have told you. She is like us, only much more so. _You can not command her true nature away_." She looked in my eyes. I saw only concern and care as I searched for jealousy. It seemed as if only minutes had passed after our discussion. It was sun- set already, the day having passed in a heartbeat. I felt as if I had had no time to even consider alternatives. "Are you going to kill me?" I spun around to see Jennifer, waiting. "Please... I want to die." The statement was impassioned and decisive. "David, we were friends. If your flirting ever meant anything, please let me die." Jennifer looked into my soul through my eyes, and I shuddered. "I forgive you for making me this, but I'll never forgive you for keeping me this way," she said, with an air of finality. I felt terrible, pounded from all sides by guilt. My options were limited to killing Jen. I was as helpless as I had been the night I created her. A slave to circumstance, burdened with a responsibility I did not want. It had been easy to accept Stoker's characterization of vampires as purely evil creatures. Now I wasn't so sure. I wondered if Victoria's father had suffered the same moral problems during his life. "Let's go downstairs to the basement," I said with a heavy heart. Victoria followed us down the steps, and carried a small bag with her. The lump in my throat was huge. |