Disclaimer: Really? You thought, even for a second, that I own this? Crazy psycho…I take no credit for these words. These come straight from Thirst 2, but I thought they'd be appropriate for my prologue. So I used them. They are the last words of Thirst 2. They are Thirst 2's Epilogue. So. Yeah. Enjoy. J
Seymour Dorsten sat at his computer in his bedroom and stared at the words on the screen. It was late, close to dawn, and he had been writing for most of the night. For the last six months, in fact, he had worked almost every night without rest. But it didn't matter how much sleep he missed. He could always sleep during the day. Because he was very sick with AIDS, he no longer attended school, or even went out of the house. Indeed, his personal physician thought he wouldn't live out the year, and it was almost Christmas. Yet the tragedy of his early demise did not disturb him, at least not at the moment. Like his imagined heroine, he was happy in the end, to have even reached the end.
He had just finished his story. Her story.
About Alisa Perne, his Sita. The Last Vampire.
Seymour felt as if he had taken her everywhere she could go, but at the same time he knew that it was she who had led him on the adventures. Lifted him up to heights he could not have imagined if not for his serious illness. For him, the constant experience of his waning mortality had been the greatest muse. She had never said who she was sending her thoughts out to, but it was to him, always to him. But he had made her immortal, and himself, so that he wouldn't have to be afraid of his own death. He knew, in the end, that she had not been afraid, and that her only regret had been that she could not say goodbye to him. But at least he could say goodbye to her.
Seymour leaned forward and turned off the screen.
There was a noise outside his window.
He glanced over. Quickly, he always did.
But it was nothing. A cat, the wind.
But such sounds, this late at night, always made him think of her. Ageless Sita coming through the window to give him her magical blood. To save him from his illness. But she had chosen the only destiny worthy of her. She had simply decided to vanish, to exist only in his heart.
Seymour coughed weakly and brushed away a tear the came to his eye. He should be in a hospital. His lungs were half-filled with fluid, and he couldn't draw in a full breath without pain. Still, he thought, it was better to be at home with his computer and his story. He just wished his heart could beat for her forever.
Seymour was going to miss her. Yeah.
"Goodbye, Sita," he said to the empty screen.
He thought he would miss her forever.