“Death for me, has never been a game. Never some quick, forgettable thing of the world. Death had been all I had known. Everyone and everything I brought myself to love was snatched away. I swore death itself must’ve had a fixation upon everything I cared for and when it got its golden opportunity is when it finally struck with a violent disaster and I was left to mourn in its ruin. All of its wreckage and remains of destruction was all I was left with. I didn’t understand the meaning of it at all…”
Independent Louis de Pointe du Lac from Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles.
~Semi-selective
~Open to AU’s
~Author: Logan