The Last Dance

Nobody will ever know just how it feels to iradicate a cancer that consumes you. Cold and callous I have become, I just know my humanity is not as high as it used to be and I have yet to feel bad for what I have done. Aidan, the third and my last mistake of a chylder has met his fate. That which I created has been destroyed. He was fun for a while, but like most of those in my life who dream of being a part of me soon find that being a part of me never happens. It takes more than a pretty face and empty words to be a part of Darien Fang. All have tried and all have failed. There is only one person that is my soul...and that is my twin. She has now returned to me and I need for nothing more. All that Aidan felt was what I allowed him to feel, just enough to get me what I needed from him. And his potential? great...but he got much too big for his leathers.

Quietly I would watch him, he was never out of my sight. He didnt know my thoughts, that trait I never acquired so therefore there was no way he had them, but he claimed he knew my thoughts...he claimed he was in my soul yet, I am unbondable. He threatened everyone around me all in the name of love for me. All this I watched and all this I tolerated until I could no more. Being justicar for the traditions I know the tall tale signs and believe me, my heart did sink as I felt his ego grow, his arrogance astound me. I'd had enough. When he returned from his nightly prowl I drained his life force. Willingly he succumbed to me, for I was his sire. I used his trust again to get what I needed, the destruction of my chylder before he destroyed us both. Caresse and I sat on the porch steps as we watched and my beast savored the smell of his burning flesh as the smoked billowed from the small creamatorium of the Lafayette. This will be my last dance of offering my dark gift. It has been squandered frivolously and no more. A woeful and mourn-filled howl I released to the wooded glades only to have my brethren return it. Beyond rage, the death of my chylder floats up to the moon's embrace, my humanity notched just a bit lower now.

My hope for finding my long lost heritage lies within my own abilities now and that is what I will strive for. I know Jai was sent to me because of that past I cant remember but I will remember. Speaking of Jai, seems my dark gypsy has been working her tail off (that's not true, she will always have a horns and a tail). She has attracted a few of the male Kine to work for her at the club. I have to admit, she's doing such a wonderful job, I have no worries about what goes on there. Alright there is an issue with that Mato freak job of a statue that drives me nuts! but hey, cant have everything. He seems to think women fall at his feet. Maybe the mortals do but...nevermind, time to leave the dreamers be. Maybe Kara can help me and Jai reconnect with our past. She told me tonight that she has a special antique that can allow her to romp and play in the umbra. Sounds like fun. Im not sure how to describe Kara.

I will always love KaraLyn and I asked her to always love me in return and remember to celebrate our anniversary (I know how them Ventrue love that stuff) with a special bite she gives me. Oh, fahk just thinking about that bite gets my body responding. Anyway...I guess that's why Kara says Im "like a husband" or LB (torturous...I know my Blue) and I know that Caresse will roll her eyes and wish to torment me in return somehow. What can I do if she does...I will always get what I want, I just hope that whoever Kara ends up with understands that as well. My relationship with her will never change...plain and simple. Plain and simple the concept...what kind of relationship we have is still fuzzy so the closest we've come up with is "like a wife and husband". And she made a promise to me. Of course, the one thing in all my decades of walking this earth I've learned that all good things come to an end and promises arent forever or meant to be broken. So I take while the takin is offered.

A few other things have occurred at FaNg Mansion...a significant one being Cynthia, another of my dearest friends has returned to New Orleans. She's been a great friend. She was gonna just stay for a few weeks but I said there was plenty of room at the mansion, everything available to her and I also reminded her that she can check out anytime she likes but she can never leave. And she keeps insisting that she can drink me under the table. NOT! One of these days Im a prove it to her!

Sunrise approaches....