He started to serenade her, and as he sang every word that came out of his mouth began to turn the world blue. She did bot really know why, but she suspected… She had suspected all along, but only the doves knew the truth and they would never tell… She sat and wondered how the other colors felt.So sad to be excluded, but then again, would one really choose to want to live in a world where there was no other color, no clarity… a world where everything was vague and where words could only speak in one tone – the color he wanted every one to believe was the one and only truth; the one and only tone … Yet words have so many shades and nuances, not to mention colors …She could let the blue take over and see the world just as he was singing it to be. Lose herself in the mirage … believe it, or keep her vision clear and see into the future by not believing just what she wanted to hear … and refusing to see the world as only painted in shades of misty blue …Vampires could be so very persuasive and so very seductive when they wanted something; and what they usually wanted was … blood .
The ways of a Vampire… infinite charm for ultimate gain … but only for the common – the unevolved ; those who feasted on the blood of their innocent and unsuspecting victims who did not realize that they were giving their life for their lovers … The others understood, and lived with their honor as their code, leaving the others to feast, to deceive and take more than they gave … Always a choice – which side to serve …He continued to play and the guitar began to sing a serenade in blue ….
from ” My Love Letters from a Vampire ”
copyright , Natasha Von , 2014