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IF THIS IS HOW I'M GOING TO DIE, MAYBE IT'S NOT SO BAD AFTER ALL.Lauantai 14.07.2012 05:25

The Catacombs of New York - December 1905.

I have been putting off this final goodbye for so long. For many hundreds of years, at least. But now, as I walk the long stone passageway to where they are waiting. I know this is the right moment.

I am stronger today than I have ever been, and now it's time to show that strength. Not through violence; I learned long ago that violence merely begets more violence. No, today I have to show another kind of strength. And if we all have to die, so be it. Let us at least try to put aside our differences, and die together.
After all, we were friends - once.

But as soon as I enter the chamber where I left them, I see how things have changed. They are ragged now, driven insane, having spent so many centuries left alone chained to the wall with just one another for company and their own fears. With madness burning in their eyes, and their sane minds long gone, they moan and strain at their chains to reach me. They have degenerated far more than I could ever have expected. All they want now is to gain retribution, for they recognise me as their tormentor.

They reach out to grab me, but I know where to stand. Not like the last time...

I try to talk to them. I try to break through their madness, to tell them that the war is over, and that we are the only ones left. I tell them that our species has over-streched its limits, that we have committed horrible atrocities against one another, and against the humans, all in the name of a peace that never came. We have abused our power for our own gain. And we have become monsters. I tell them that we all have to die now, and that I have chosen to die with them. I tell them that this world no longer has a place for vampires. Our time has passed. Truth be told, it passed a long time ago.

One of them laughs. Unlike the others, he has just enough sanity left to call me a fool. He tells me I can't kill any of them. It's impossible. He laughs like a man who knows he's damned. He warns me that any attempt to destroy the species will merely result in my own destruction. He swears that he will one day feast off my flesh, ripping it piece by piece from my bones.

To him, I say nothing. I simply hold out my left hand and slowly unclench my fist. He smiles at first, but when he sees what I have, he screams, and the others start to scream too. But that's okay. It's what I expected; to die with them screaming all around me. Eventually we all have to go back to where we belong.

The light in my hand grows until it fills the room.

The war is over. We all died.

The End.

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