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by DaCookie on Mon Nov 23, 2009 2:14 pm
"Same here."Rosenthal replied fixated on her eyes glistening with tears, it was as if the intensity of their gaze was magnified.Rosenthal started to contemplate ways to work around what he had to do, but couldn't think of any.There's no way out of this.If I survive the aftermath then my own selfish motives will take control."A man can do a lot with the power of God, Luna.Funny how its what I wanted when I came to the Academy but that gradually changed.As did my feelings for you...when I came here I wanted to use you, maybe you saw it in the future.I thought I could use your power to attain the power similiar to a demi-god.And soon now I will be over one hundred times more powerful then I ever dreamed.Really it oh so does make me laugh.When I wanted it, i couldn't have it, and now that I couldn't care less, I will have it.As I said my feelings for you changed so gradually, I don't know how it was for you, but for me at first it was the scent of your blood, as if it pined for me, longed for me.Then your words played on my mind like the stars in the sky, endless, beautiful even if you disagreed with me.Then unconsciously I fantasized about you, your figure in my mind.And then everything came together when you showed me compassion.Dare I show my love for you?Oh no, bury it inside was my first instinct.Bury it so no one can ever find it, so it will be forgotten.But that's a thing of the past."Rosenthal smirked.
"Luna, I want to speak with you for some time more before I fight Azrael.When the fight starts and my blood flys everywhere, I will not be myself anymore.Imagine back to the time where I tried to drink your blood, picture that.Now imagine that to one thousand times more of an extent, amplify my bloodlust, ferocity by that amount.The more I bleed, the more of this beast I become and in turn the more blood I crave and the more powerful I get...it is needed to defeat Azrael.No man or vampire is meant to hold that much power, it will make him or her insane.Let me give you an analogy.Picture a glass jar that represents anyone at all, now place stones inside according to the persons power.For your average human the jar only contains a pebble but for me this jar is one hundreth full at present, more depending on the amount of blood I've spilled.Now try add stones to an almost full jar, the glass will crack to make more room and eventually it will break altogether.When the jar fully breaks it is unknown what happens, some say a whole new jar is created bigger than the last, others say the person becomes a complete lunatic.All is known for sure is that when this jar goes over half full, a person loses part of his reason, his sanity every time it is filled from thereafter.I think I have worked it out that at my full extent, I can fill this whole jar but it cracks slightly.Now multiply this by the power of a God and we get?...Of course I can return myself back to normal by drinking some blood, but not once I have attained the power of a God."Rosenthal sighed, he hoped Luna was taking all of this in as it was quite complicated and Rosenthal wasn't sure if he explained it well.He had gotten carried away and ended up giving her a long speech.
"What I'm trying to say is...you can't intervene.Judge me for who I am now, not what I will become.No matter what I say I think you will still be there...so for your own safety I've devised a plan.I do this for your own good, not out of my own selfishness.On the night of the dance you will know about the plan but yet you won't be able to figure it out.By the time you do, it will be to late...only Azrael and myself can know about this."Rosenthal clutched Luna in a hug, squeezing tight."Forgive me."Rosenthal whispered, "I don't want to see you get hurt."
"See these revolvers
That's why they call us
The same reason the police ain't never caught us
I'm on another level words from a true rebel
I rock your ass and I ain't talking heavy"
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