Mythel
November 6th, 2014, 05:20 AM
You don't understand. In that moment of clarity I saw what I had almost done, what I was becoming. And it sickened me to know that I had tried to perversely destroy your virtue; that I had lusted to drink of your blood while I drank of your pleasures. It destroyed every pride I'd ever had in my own strength and self-control. I was both humbled and made to fear myself, the monster that I am. You have always been understanding and forgiving, and I rather feel as though you would have forgiven me - if not trusted me - after the drug wore off. If you'd survived me. My daughter...would she ever forgive me if I had hurt you? Could I ever forgive me?
I believe I could not. Murdering you in such a manner would have killed my humanity and ripped my soul to shreds. Even if I had managed to pull myself under control again, I would never be able to face the world again, for I would have lowered myself to the standards of beasts, who live only to consume and repopulate, over and over through their limited lives. Mankind is made for so much more - you were made for so much more. I knew before this that you were special, at least in my eyes, and I had decided not long ago that you were under my protection. If anybody touched you, I would do the same to them.
But now the antagonist I'd sworn to destroy is me.
I have strength for this one last thing. I can feel my humanity, my self-control, all of it ebbing away. Soon, not even the reminder of my precious little daughter will be able to harness the beast inside. It will burst forth, rampant. I will do despicable things. I will dishonor my name and my blood. And, if I am lucky, I will live a long time afterwards to repent in dust and ashes of what I will have done in a heated, bestial passion.
However, I can end this horrible future before it begins. If I act now.
You will have to forgive me this; I know you will not understand. But one day, you may. And I petition you this: Get out of here. Keep Allie safe. And live.
Grieve me not. Just live.
Live.
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This is from one of my bigger fantasy stories, and is from the POV of a man who can change into a dragon. After he and his not-quite-girlfriend get caught by one of the two villains, he is given a drug that causes his inhibitions - essentially his humanity - to vanish. Without his humanity to hold him back, then he will do what animals do: procreate and devour. She knocks away his advances, so he tries to eat her instead. Before he can kill her, however, she calls him back to his senses temporarily by invoking his daughter. He realizes the situation that the villain has put them in. In order for one to live, the other must die. And he decides that he must be the one to die.
This was actually a piece that I had to eliminate from the original storyline because it won't fit in - it's too wordy and it's from the wrong character's POV. But I thought it would be interesting to peek inside his mind and see what his final dying thoughts were before I killed him off. I also thought that because it was short it would make a nice debut piece for the writing forums. ^^
~Myst
I believe I could not. Murdering you in such a manner would have killed my humanity and ripped my soul to shreds. Even if I had managed to pull myself under control again, I would never be able to face the world again, for I would have lowered myself to the standards of beasts, who live only to consume and repopulate, over and over through their limited lives. Mankind is made for so much more - you were made for so much more. I knew before this that you were special, at least in my eyes, and I had decided not long ago that you were under my protection. If anybody touched you, I would do the same to them.
But now the antagonist I'd sworn to destroy is me.
I have strength for this one last thing. I can feel my humanity, my self-control, all of it ebbing away. Soon, not even the reminder of my precious little daughter will be able to harness the beast inside. It will burst forth, rampant. I will do despicable things. I will dishonor my name and my blood. And, if I am lucky, I will live a long time afterwards to repent in dust and ashes of what I will have done in a heated, bestial passion.
However, I can end this horrible future before it begins. If I act now.
You will have to forgive me this; I know you will not understand. But one day, you may. And I petition you this: Get out of here. Keep Allie safe. And live.
Grieve me not. Just live.
Live.
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This is from one of my bigger fantasy stories, and is from the POV of a man who can change into a dragon. After he and his not-quite-girlfriend get caught by one of the two villains, he is given a drug that causes his inhibitions - essentially his humanity - to vanish. Without his humanity to hold him back, then he will do what animals do: procreate and devour. She knocks away his advances, so he tries to eat her instead. Before he can kill her, however, she calls him back to his senses temporarily by invoking his daughter. He realizes the situation that the villain has put them in. In order for one to live, the other must die. And he decides that he must be the one to die.
This was actually a piece that I had to eliminate from the original storyline because it won't fit in - it's too wordy and it's from the wrong character's POV. But I thought it would be interesting to peek inside his mind and see what his final dying thoughts were before I killed him off. I also thought that because it was short it would make a nice debut piece for the writing forums. ^^
~Myst