Nathan Turner (war__torn) wrote in city_limits, @ 2009-04-20 23:17:00 |
|
|||
Current mood: | contemplative |
Entry tags: | nathan turner |
Evolution
Solitary was the life of a vampire.
Endless years of survival amongst mortals that passed as easily into the night as sand did through the tiniest of gaps between your fingers. The world turned, day gave way to night, and night gave way to day. It was a generally acceptable norm. It was the way the world worked. People felt reassurance from this well known fact, its validity proved to them time and time again.
It was only when the balance was shaken - the norm was no longer the norm - that people became... afraid.
The shadows are there for this, to test a human being's faith in what they know to be the world, push them to the brink, and see the true staple of their character.
Many disappoint, as expected.
When you live as long as a vampire does you come to know these things about the world, you understand people and the way they work. You become gifted, knowing which buttons to push and when to push them. Sometimes you push so hard that you drive them to the edge and over it, much like that unfortunate soul precariously balancing on the ledge of a building. All he'd ask for was the truth and you'd given it, for better or worse, worse in his case.
It took the police six hours to find him.
This world is the same, no matter its evolutional step up on the food chain, the years don't change the core substance of its inhabitants. Everybody's secretly afraid, deceitful, envious, insecure and paranoid. It's something he knows better than anyone, he saw all these things when he was human with a heartbeat and has bore witness to countless years of the same behaviour.
It isn't the monsters that will rip this world apart.
Not when humans do a good enough job of it themselves.