Why is it that when couples make a new human life, it’s ‘beautiful’ and ‘miraculous,’ but when I make a new human life alone in my basement, it’s ‘a crime against nature’ and ‘morally abhorrent’?
Maybe my worst sin: I fell in love with a murderous monster. Sometimes I could taste his victims’ blood on his lips when we kissed. I could smell them–their sweat, their cigarettes, their godawful perfumes and colognes–lingering on the clothes he stole from their still-warm bodies. And instead of pulling away from this vile, murderous creature, I pushed closer. Caressed his shoulders beneath their shirts, kissed his mouth that still burned with their life. I saw a great evil and instead of running away, I crawled inside of it.
Don’t we all? *blows kiss* You are welcome to all that I can provide here! Y’know, the “I” is meant to be for anyone who likes this blog, not just the fabulousness that is its mastermind, ~Mater Fabuloso~.
…Except Lestat. He doesn’t want any more of THAT version of the story, lol.
“ “I can leave now if you like,“ I said tremulously. "I can simply get up very slowly and leave without hurting you. I swear it. You must not be alarmed.”
“Why you?” she asked.
“I don’t understand your question,” I said. Was I crying? Was I just shivering and shaking? “What do you mean, why me?”
She came in closer and looked down at me. I could see her very distinctly.
Perhaps she saw a mop of blond hair and the glint of light in my glasses and that I seemed young…
…She came very close to me. Far too close. She shouldn’t. In a moment she’d be screaming…”
