A story of brothers and debt
Mortality bores me. A gift of the gods. A gift given the humans. I, who look just like one of them, do not suffer it. I pass among the cattle, unnoticed. Their animal eyes don't see me. In the past there were those who saw me, feared me and loved me. Now they only see their machines, their science. The world has grown smaller for them. There is nothing they can't see with their tools. Nothing but me
Once, I cared. I tried to help the mortals. Tried to ease their pain and care for the lost. They turned on me. How could you help someone so different, they demanded? How could you care? Slowly the friends became enemies, the pleas became demands. You live so long, show us how! Give it to us! Make us live forever
I tried to explain, tell them that being immortal wasn't for them. They wouldn't listen. Then one day the trap. Sending her, the sweet one, so innocent, I thought. She knew what they planned. Knew what she led me to. And I, the fool, followed her. Thinking that she was true. That she would never betray me. How much a fool I was.
It was a cold day when she brought me into this hell. This cell that they have trapped me in for the past six hours. Thinking that I am what I am not. They have bled me, trying to gain my powers, my unending life. I could tell them that they are wrong but i won't. My blood is not the source of my powers. I am not what they think I am.
Somehow in the past two hundred years rumors about me had sprung up. Tales of me being a dweller in the night. A drinker of blood, a seducer of innocent girls. But that was not me. I am much different from the legend. Some how they mixed up the true me with my enemy.
Yes, there is a being to match their legends. Though he is much stronger than the legends give him credit for. He is not so easily destroyed. And he is still walking free. Still wreaking his will upon the masses.
But these mortals do not believe that. No, they believe I am the blood drinker. That I am the Vampire. Little do they know what they truly hold. If I was my brother I would be gone from this cell. My captors would be shells left behind. Their blood the price of their desire. But I am not my brother and he is not me. For he lives in the night and I the day. He lives on their fear, their lust and their deaths. I, on the other hand live in the day, in the light. Where the blood is the source of my brother's power, the light is mine. Once the night descends I am undone. I go to rest and he rises from his sleep. It has been such since the beginnings of life on this sad world.
