Fourth attempt, The curse

[Andre Broussard]

The days goes by with exasperating slowness for André and the anguish inside him grows day after day. The last week he was very active, he took care of his business, bought a new apartment and decorated it, he has money saved, he has no problems and he is already used to human blood, every night he goes hunting and he really enjoys it.
He is adjusting to his new condition, his old humanity has been left behind in the past and today seems very far away. But despite everything André feels a deep emptiness that nothing can fill, he had never experienced something like this.
The lips of wisdom remain closed, except for the ear capable of understanding, there are many mysteries that André has to unravel.

You don't choose when the rain will soak you to the bone when you leave a concert and it disgusted him to think like that, once again to only think what was enough for others to feel.

The only certain thing was the weight in the pit of the stomach, the physical suspicion that something was wrong, that it had hardly ever been right.

Why not accept what was happening without trying to explain it, I believe that from a very young age my misery and happiness, at the same time, was not accepting things as they were given to me.

André is not a fool in love with the impossible, he knows perfectly Mortll has absolutely nothing for him and has assumed it. Personally André has turned the page. He hasn't heard from Mortll since the night she turned him into a vampire, until the other night, he was wandering the city until he found the Voodoo Cybercafe and a mysterious force, something like a feeling pushed him to enter, there she was chatting with another vampire Kyrie,according to he said his name was, André greeted them both and introduced himself to the stranger trying to be friendly, he didn't pay much attention to the talk, but he did notice Mortll's coldness towards him.
André was never a very sociable person, he didn't consider himself a lone wolf but he always thought that three was a crowd, so he decided he had nothing to do there and waving kindly, he let Mortll and Kyrie continue their talk, leaving the place,even though he had many questions for her, and he needed the answers.
He is not going to deny her attitude affected him, although it is true she invited shots of shark blood, he expected another reaction from her after the time without seeing each other, he in a certain way was her child, surely the bond tied them was not as strong as André believed.
Perhaps in that sense, the ties between vampires were equal to the bonds between humans, on many occasions it was not the blood that determined the bond, many times the person's own choice was who determined it, and it was something André could understand perfectly, that was the story of his life, his own family was something very distant for him, almost unknown, except for his sister Abelle, but she had disappeared, the same many of his old friends, without a trace.
And now it seems André's will does not count, as if he were a puppet moved by the strings of a force beyond his understanding, perhaps fate,he don't know.
This enigma does not let him sleep and André will not stop until he reveals it, he should find some wise vampire with whom to speak all the doubts he has, but in the meantime, the truth is he feels something like the need to be with her, he knows it is not reciprocal and that makes him furious, angry with himself,these feelings upset Andre's mood.
His eyes shoot red sparks, smoke and ashes come out of his mouth.
He is sure the feeling has stopped being love, it is something much more powerful, something without logic or meaning,something does not depend on his will, as if a curse or spell had fallen on him.