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Oct 25, 2008 2:37:36 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 25, 2008 2:37:36 GMT -5
Herbert shook his hair out of his face and turned the page.
"And now they're spelling it with a y. How irritating."
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Oct 25, 2008 2:40:54 GMT -5
Post by John Bristow on Oct 25, 2008 2:40:54 GMT -5
"Things change over time sir" John said softly as he turned the page, and stopped "can I ask you a question?"
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Oct 25, 2008 2:43:32 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 25, 2008 2:43:32 GMT -5
"Yes?" Herbert replied in a bored tone.
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Oct 25, 2008 2:44:37 GMT -5
Post by John Bristow on Oct 25, 2008 2:44:37 GMT -5
"What's it like?" He looked the man up and down focusing on his mouth, his voice was one of pure interest.
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Oct 25, 2008 2:55:17 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 25, 2008 2:55:17 GMT -5
"What's what like?"
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Oct 25, 2008 2:57:25 GMT -5
Post by John Bristow on Oct 25, 2008 2:57:25 GMT -5
"Being a vampire" he said bluntly "I mean I understand the necessity of blood to sustain immortal life, the danger of sunlight, fire and all that. I understand that, but, what does it feel like?"
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Oct 25, 2008 5:32:13 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 25, 2008 5:32:13 GMT -5
Herbert paused, and blinked a few times in rapid succession.
"It- I'm sorry, it's almost like being asked- like being asked what it's like to exist..."
He pushed his hair back as his brow furrowed and he tried to think of how to articulate it. His expression darkened slightly- all at once he seemed older, somehow, and sadder.
"I... I can only explain it in comparison, really. It's as though... I'm sorry, it's-"
He pressed his lips together for a moment.
"I remember being alive," Herbert said softly. "I remember feeling warm, and feeling my heart pound when I ran, and my blood flowing through natural means instead of its own accord. I remember eating for more than just the flavor of it- eating real food because I really needed it. And the sun on my skin..."
He looked up at John.
"It's nearly the same, except..."
He looked away again.
"I'm so cold. That's what it's like. It's cold. Everything else is almost the same, but I'm cold. I don't mean that I feel deadened to the world or anything, just- just cold. To the touch. All the time. Other than that, it's like being human. Just cold."
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Oct 26, 2008 22:03:42 GMT -5
Post by John Bristow on Oct 26, 2008 22:03:42 GMT -5
John couldn't help it, his eyes felt hot as a tear ran down his face. He hadn't expected that, not at all, the man answered honestly and candidly and it made his own beating heart, beat just a bit faster.
"I never knew...."
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Oct 26, 2008 22:21:17 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 26, 2008 22:21:17 GMT -5
He saw the look on John's face and glanced away.
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Oct 26, 2008 22:23:54 GMT -5
Post by John Bristow on Oct 26, 2008 22:23:54 GMT -5
John wanted to comfort the man, but he wasn't sure exactly how he could do that. It was his fault for asking, his own curiosity getting the best of him. So he sat in silence, thinking of what Herbert had said.
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Oct 26, 2008 22:34:50 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 26, 2008 22:34:50 GMT -5
"What is it?"
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Oct 26, 2008 22:56:23 GMT -5
Post by John Bristow on Oct 26, 2008 22:56:23 GMT -5
"I really don't know what to say" he tried to smile "I don't know what I was expecting to hear, but that, wasn't it."
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Oct 26, 2008 23:20:43 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 26, 2008 23:20:43 GMT -5
Herbert, looking even more uncomfortable, turned back to the book.
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Oct 26, 2008 23:21:08 GMT -5
Post by John Bristow on Oct 26, 2008 23:21:08 GMT -5
"I'm... sorry" with that suddenly the door to the study swung open and Marie ran in, her arms full of fabric.
"Papa!" She turned to Herbert and bowed softly before turning back to her father "Papa I need to know what color to use for the dresses I'm making, Hazel can't pick and Lost is busy and Lucky's just a dog so she just barks and I don't know!"
John almost relieved with his daughters intrusion sighed "I don't know anything about colors, I mean most of my clothes are brown" he shrugged his shoulders and looked over at Herbert.
"Maybe M. Herbert could help?"
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Oct 26, 2008 23:35:55 GMT -5
Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 26, 2008 23:35:55 GMT -5
Herbert looked utterly lost.
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