The Curse
Posted: 10 Apr 2021, 02:07
André
The almanac tells André the days go by, the moon and the sun as well, but for him time slips by with exasperating slowness "so this is eternity" he wonders.
Now he remembers having read in a book by Sigmund Freud more precisely in Totem and Taboo the story of an old man, a sacred man, from a very primitive village in Africa, the old man spent all day sitting doing nothing, apparently doing nothing.
In reality, according to the myths and customs of the tribe, the old man was making time, time for the rest of the tribe to do their daily work, it was not something that anyone could do, it was something very serious and very important for the life of the tribe.
André does not know why now he remembers this, but he thinks he is sure of something, now in his new condition, time is something that he will have plenty of.
Right now other tribulations occupy his thoughts,he has always been curious about the unknown, he never settled for ignorance, he always sought the answers to the questions posed by life.
In this new existence André feels like a helpless baby, it has only been a few months since Mortll turned him, and he learned little, the fundamental thing, his great ignorance in everything related to his new condition.
Ignorance is always an obstacle, a mental impediment, it makes it more difficult to understand the world around us and hinders interpersonal relationships, ignorance always leads us to make bad decisions.
Being a vampire is much more difficult than he ever thought.
He does not blame anyone for it, Abelle had warned him, so did Mortll, if anyone is to blame, it is him, stubbornly pursuing his goal, thinking with his heart and not with his head as a smart person supposed to do.
But it is not a time to complain, nor to look for guilty, he knows he must adapt, accept and accept himself, stop looking back to plan his future.
It's time to have a long talk with Mortll maybe she can help him,he has thousands of unanswered questions she can answer some of them.
Mortll
It had been a bit since she had spoken to her latest whelp he had seemed to be adjusting well to being a vampire but Mortll had learned from the past that much with being a new vampire was not easy. Not only from her own experiences but the many times she had failed as a sire ... the times she could not save those she had turned from going into the fade forever to simply disappear and be no more. It weighed on her these failures So many friends and family siblings ... even her sire ... but what weighed on her most were those that she turned. She thought it was time she had a talk with Andre. Maybe she had made a mistake turning him ... maybe he would make it but she would give him his absolute best shot at doing so. Mortll set out two wine glasses and the bottle of Arbor vitae ... and concentrated on Andre and where she wanted him to be ... and suddenly the man was in front of her.
André
Once again and without warning she has summoned him, as always he takes a few seconds to regain control of his actions.
Maybe Mortll read his thoughts, but he doesn't think this is a coincidence, Andre looks at Mortll and then around him, they are in the cabin, Mortll sitting in front of the fire with glasses and a bottle of blood wine.
He looks at his sire and gently smiles
"Hello my sugar baby ,are you looking for some action ?" He knows very well this will bother her ,but he never missed the opportunity to annoy and have some fun with her reactions.
Mortll
Mortll smiled “Pour us a drink Andre and have a seat it's a lovely night and a good time to have a talk ...Don't you think ?” She motioned for him to sit. He looked well but a vampire's looks could be deceiving and well he was not particularly hard to look at. He had the chiseled good looks That would make most men envious. His body was well sculpted and even the necromancer's curse of looking like a corpse in most light has not affected him much since he was so well tanned while he was human. She could appreciate such aesthetics but that was not what had ever attracted her to someone. It was intelligence, wit and just raw character that had always been one of her weaknesses when it came to a relationship and finding someone that could be her equal .... There were few that fit the bill and she had lost interest in even looking . “So tell me Andre how are you finding your so called immortality ... not that it really ever is ?”
André
Andre takes the bottle and uncorks it, "oh god how I miss my good bourbon, but I think I'll finally like this" as he fills the glasses, putting the bottle down, he hands one to her. Andre sits nearby without taking his eyes off her, although at first he was dazzled by her beauty, over time a deeper feeling has grown, he does not want to put a name to it, he prefers to feel it.
"Oh well , the immortality" ...he thinks for a moment looking for the right word …" immortality sucks"...he outlines a smile shaking his head slightly, "speaking seriously, immortality is quite a topic"
He takes a sip before continuing," it's something that worries me, let's say on an intellectual level, but I find it really boring and on the other hand totally overwhelming , but I am more concerned about my feelings towards you, it is not something natural and I cannot find any explanation, no matter how much I think about it. What do you think " He looks at Mortll, with a glance mixed with sadness and concern.
Mortll
Mortll was caught off guard ... She must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights with his question. Oh ******* god was all she could think... He really didn't know had no way of knowing what a can of worms he was opening up... She was suddenly back in Louisiana with Derrick proclaiming that he loved her that she was his and Andrew would never love her like he could... She had learned her lesson in the worst way back then not to dabble with love ... not to mess with nature ... if she hadn't been so wanting love and if Derrick had not accidentally gotten that potion she had made if he hadn't been cursed to love her things might have turned out differently. She might be some happy housewife with 3 kids but here she was ... She closed her eyes and steadied herself before she spoke ... “It's possible i might have inadvertently cursed you with my blood ... You had feelings before ... have they changed ? How ... do you think it's unnatural ?”
André
He sighs, while choosing the words "what I feel for you now is deeper than love, before I loved you as a man can love a woman.
But now the fact is I get distressed when I'm not around you, it's as if a part of my being is missing, as if I'm not complete and I only calm down when you allow me be with you, I swear I fight against these feelings, but It is a too powerful force to face, I do not want to pity you or anyone I am too proud for that, but I want you to understand it is not easy for me.
I know you don't love me, you probably never will, it's not your fault, at least I don't blame you, I know because of our ties I belong to you, but you don't belong to me .
Until now I had not known anything that could bend me, I always fought against everything and everyone, I never gave up, if this is a curse or something worse , it will not beat me down ,I swear you " he looks at Mortll deeply" this won't be the first time"
Mortll
“ Curses are hard to break if it is a curse ....i have heard of this happening before but it's never happened to me maybe it's because of your feelings the blood enhancing them sometimes it has that effect enhancing the best or worst of us ... Sometimes there are consequences that are just not predictable ... it works in such strange ways ... Sometimes there are worse things than this ... There have been people that have been lost and feel bad when not around their sires before ... '' she sighed. “To be honest i don't know what to do and i feel bad that i am causing you pain and discomfort ... curses are hard to break but they might be ever so slightly changed .... and you are always welcome to spend time with me ... I just can't feel the same way you feel ... “ She had to collect her thoughts and do some research ... this type of thing was best to get others opinions on .... Zo and the other witches in Harper Rock might have some sort of experience with this sort of thing Mortll was going to have to find out .
André
"Well this seems to be something without a solution, it is my fate not yours and it is my task to face it, you believe I am not strong enough, you always take care of me like a baby. I'm going to get over it, you can be sure of that my sugar baby."
He takes the bottle and refills the glasses, takes a long sip, enjoying the drink, leans back on the couch crossing his legs.
"Stop worrying about me, I'm not a baby, maybe I'm not as powerful a vampire as you are, but since I'm here, I've acquired some skills and knowledge, I don't boast, I say it with humility, I think few have worked so hard. I have a lot to know, a lot to learn, but it is always like that, more you know, more you learn, you discover how much is out there you still do not know ,only the morons boast of how wise they are, the true wise is the one aware of his own ignorance, like the true powerful is aware of his weakness. If someone thinks the great thing is wrong, you are not great when you win, you are great when you fall and rise to continue the fight and only if you are humble will you learn this."...
The almanac tells André the days go by, the moon and the sun as well, but for him time slips by with exasperating slowness "so this is eternity" he wonders.
Now he remembers having read in a book by Sigmund Freud more precisely in Totem and Taboo the story of an old man, a sacred man, from a very primitive village in Africa, the old man spent all day sitting doing nothing, apparently doing nothing.
In reality, according to the myths and customs of the tribe, the old man was making time, time for the rest of the tribe to do their daily work, it was not something that anyone could do, it was something very serious and very important for the life of the tribe.
André does not know why now he remembers this, but he thinks he is sure of something, now in his new condition, time is something that he will have plenty of.
Right now other tribulations occupy his thoughts,he has always been curious about the unknown, he never settled for ignorance, he always sought the answers to the questions posed by life.
In this new existence André feels like a helpless baby, it has only been a few months since Mortll turned him, and he learned little, the fundamental thing, his great ignorance in everything related to his new condition.
Ignorance is always an obstacle, a mental impediment, it makes it more difficult to understand the world around us and hinders interpersonal relationships, ignorance always leads us to make bad decisions.
Being a vampire is much more difficult than he ever thought.
He does not blame anyone for it, Abelle had warned him, so did Mortll, if anyone is to blame, it is him, stubbornly pursuing his goal, thinking with his heart and not with his head as a smart person supposed to do.
But it is not a time to complain, nor to look for guilty, he knows he must adapt, accept and accept himself, stop looking back to plan his future.
It's time to have a long talk with Mortll maybe she can help him,he has thousands of unanswered questions she can answer some of them.
Mortll
It had been a bit since she had spoken to her latest whelp he had seemed to be adjusting well to being a vampire but Mortll had learned from the past that much with being a new vampire was not easy. Not only from her own experiences but the many times she had failed as a sire ... the times she could not save those she had turned from going into the fade forever to simply disappear and be no more. It weighed on her these failures So many friends and family siblings ... even her sire ... but what weighed on her most were those that she turned. She thought it was time she had a talk with Andre. Maybe she had made a mistake turning him ... maybe he would make it but she would give him his absolute best shot at doing so. Mortll set out two wine glasses and the bottle of Arbor vitae ... and concentrated on Andre and where she wanted him to be ... and suddenly the man was in front of her.
André
Once again and without warning she has summoned him, as always he takes a few seconds to regain control of his actions.
Maybe Mortll read his thoughts, but he doesn't think this is a coincidence, Andre looks at Mortll and then around him, they are in the cabin, Mortll sitting in front of the fire with glasses and a bottle of blood wine.
He looks at his sire and gently smiles
"Hello my sugar baby ,are you looking for some action ?" He knows very well this will bother her ,but he never missed the opportunity to annoy and have some fun with her reactions.
Mortll
Mortll smiled “Pour us a drink Andre and have a seat it's a lovely night and a good time to have a talk ...Don't you think ?” She motioned for him to sit. He looked well but a vampire's looks could be deceiving and well he was not particularly hard to look at. He had the chiseled good looks That would make most men envious. His body was well sculpted and even the necromancer's curse of looking like a corpse in most light has not affected him much since he was so well tanned while he was human. She could appreciate such aesthetics but that was not what had ever attracted her to someone. It was intelligence, wit and just raw character that had always been one of her weaknesses when it came to a relationship and finding someone that could be her equal .... There were few that fit the bill and she had lost interest in even looking . “So tell me Andre how are you finding your so called immortality ... not that it really ever is ?”
André
Andre takes the bottle and uncorks it, "oh god how I miss my good bourbon, but I think I'll finally like this" as he fills the glasses, putting the bottle down, he hands one to her. Andre sits nearby without taking his eyes off her, although at first he was dazzled by her beauty, over time a deeper feeling has grown, he does not want to put a name to it, he prefers to feel it.
"Oh well , the immortality" ...he thinks for a moment looking for the right word …" immortality sucks"...he outlines a smile shaking his head slightly, "speaking seriously, immortality is quite a topic"
He takes a sip before continuing," it's something that worries me, let's say on an intellectual level, but I find it really boring and on the other hand totally overwhelming , but I am more concerned about my feelings towards you, it is not something natural and I cannot find any explanation, no matter how much I think about it. What do you think " He looks at Mortll, with a glance mixed with sadness and concern.
Mortll
Mortll was caught off guard ... She must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights with his question. Oh ******* god was all she could think... He really didn't know had no way of knowing what a can of worms he was opening up... She was suddenly back in Louisiana with Derrick proclaiming that he loved her that she was his and Andrew would never love her like he could... She had learned her lesson in the worst way back then not to dabble with love ... not to mess with nature ... if she hadn't been so wanting love and if Derrick had not accidentally gotten that potion she had made if he hadn't been cursed to love her things might have turned out differently. She might be some happy housewife with 3 kids but here she was ... She closed her eyes and steadied herself before she spoke ... “It's possible i might have inadvertently cursed you with my blood ... You had feelings before ... have they changed ? How ... do you think it's unnatural ?”
André
He sighs, while choosing the words "what I feel for you now is deeper than love, before I loved you as a man can love a woman.
But now the fact is I get distressed when I'm not around you, it's as if a part of my being is missing, as if I'm not complete and I only calm down when you allow me be with you, I swear I fight against these feelings, but It is a too powerful force to face, I do not want to pity you or anyone I am too proud for that, but I want you to understand it is not easy for me.
I know you don't love me, you probably never will, it's not your fault, at least I don't blame you, I know because of our ties I belong to you, but you don't belong to me .
Until now I had not known anything that could bend me, I always fought against everything and everyone, I never gave up, if this is a curse or something worse , it will not beat me down ,I swear you " he looks at Mortll deeply" this won't be the first time"
Mortll
“ Curses are hard to break if it is a curse ....i have heard of this happening before but it's never happened to me maybe it's because of your feelings the blood enhancing them sometimes it has that effect enhancing the best or worst of us ... Sometimes there are consequences that are just not predictable ... it works in such strange ways ... Sometimes there are worse things than this ... There have been people that have been lost and feel bad when not around their sires before ... '' she sighed. “To be honest i don't know what to do and i feel bad that i am causing you pain and discomfort ... curses are hard to break but they might be ever so slightly changed .... and you are always welcome to spend time with me ... I just can't feel the same way you feel ... “ She had to collect her thoughts and do some research ... this type of thing was best to get others opinions on .... Zo and the other witches in Harper Rock might have some sort of experience with this sort of thing Mortll was going to have to find out .
André
"Well this seems to be something without a solution, it is my fate not yours and it is my task to face it, you believe I am not strong enough, you always take care of me like a baby. I'm going to get over it, you can be sure of that my sugar baby."
He takes the bottle and refills the glasses, takes a long sip, enjoying the drink, leans back on the couch crossing his legs.
"Stop worrying about me, I'm not a baby, maybe I'm not as powerful a vampire as you are, but since I'm here, I've acquired some skills and knowledge, I don't boast, I say it with humility, I think few have worked so hard. I have a lot to know, a lot to learn, but it is always like that, more you know, more you learn, you discover how much is out there you still do not know ,only the morons boast of how wise they are, the true wise is the one aware of his own ignorance, like the true powerful is aware of his weakness. If someone thinks the great thing is wrong, you are not great when you win, you are great when you fall and rise to continue the fight and only if you are humble will you learn this."...