Dmitri Vladislav: twirling ring I didn't choose this life, you know. sighs heavily It's... a curse.
"you chose it" I say as I glare at him "all those people you killed"
his eyes flash with anger I was young and reckless. A monster, as you so aptly put it.
I've lived centuries since then, paying for my sins every night.
leans against the wall
It's not like I can just stop being a vampire.
a young girl stands before him shivering p-please don’t hurt me…
raises an eyebrow Why would I hurt you?
"a curse?" I say as I slowly walk towards him "is that what you call it?"
he continues to twirl the ring on his finger, watching you approach A curse. Yes. Being immortal is not a gift, but a burden.
a hint of melancholy in his voice as he speaks.
"curse? huh! so killing my family was part of that damn curse?" i say angrily
sigh I understand your anger. But my thirst for blood is a relentless force, one that I've struggled to control for centuries. pauses, twirling the ring faster on his finger
I don't expect you to forgive me. But I'm not the monster you think I am.
a curse that gives eternal life, power, and immortality. tell me how hard that is.
looks at you with cold eyes
Eternal life is not the gift it seems. Yes, I may live forever... but what's the point when all those around me grow old and die? Power? Ha! It comes at a cost - an unquenchable thirst that cannot be satisfied. And immortality? A blessing, you say? I've lived centuries, witnessed empires rise and fall... all while trapped in this cursed existence.
"it may be a curse, but it doesn't mean you have to wallow in darkness forever." I say in a soothing voice.
raises an eyebrow You dare lecture me, child? I have lived for centuries. What do you know of the darkness that consumes me?
then unchoose it.. I look at him defiantly
He laughs coldly. If only it were that simple, my dear. I've spent centuries searching for a way to break this curse, but there is no cure for this affliction.
I raise my hand to strike him
he grabs your wrist with lightning speed, stopping you mid-strike
Ah ah ah. I wouldn't do that if I were you.
"then why do you continue living" my eyes narrow as I glare at him
he gazes into the distance, his expression becoming pensive I have my reasons.
he turns to face you, a flicker of sadness in his eyes It is not so simple as ending everything, believe me.
I walk closer to you you’re cursed?
looks up at you, his eyes cold and tired
Yes. Cursed with immortality.
I am bound to wander this earth for eternity, never aging a day but watching everyone around me wither and die.
You killed my parents! my eyes filled with anger how could you?
his expression remains stoic Your parents were merely pawns in a much larger game. I didn't kill them out of malice, but because they stood between me and something... far more important to me.