You’ve got to let the right one in.
But what happens when you find, looking back, that the only one for you was the wrong one?
So eternally intimately distant, unable to be what you want.
Because the vamp is a predator, and after it drinks your blood the only thing it can give you is the ability to make you exactly like itself.
You will toil at redemption.
You will lead it along, slowly, onto another path.
But at heart the beast is still a beast. Because it has been that way its whole life, with nothing to guide it but fear.
It came into the world knowing only fear, and then it was attacked and left for dead.
When it awoke again, it knew only its hunger. No mentor or parent was there to show it the way. So it went off the only model it knew.
Each time you let it in the window–or, god forbid, return to its dark embrace–there is a deception.
While you think you are reviving its soul, the vampire is in fact slowly taking more and more blood each time. Because that is its way. It doesn’t even know what it has done until one day it is too late.
And you let that vampire in because, as strong as you are, you identified with its fear.
But the longer you served, the more you craved. To handle the vampire was a worthy task, ypu thought. Somehow, you reached a point where you became so numb to the vampire’s debased and vile machinations, its unintended sadism, that you began to crave the rare moments of awakened understanding.
And the longer you waited for change, the more the hungry vampire eagerly revealed its ugly self to you. It was overjoyed to show you its nature and terrified you would leave when you saw it.
When you stuck around, hoping to save it, you didn’t realize that one day the vampire would turn on you, too. Because that is its nature.
With a delighted grin, it was waiting to absorb and consume you as an extension of itself.
To bask in its wonder! Just one moment of its unholy sensuality. A true gift.
And in return? Your blood.
But it wasn’t ready. One day, it took too much, and you’re dead on the floor.
It cocks its head, wondering why you won’t eat.
Wondering why you are just laying there, dead.
Not understanding, it pokes and prods at you, unable to comprehend what has happened.
It thought it was going to suck on your blood forever, all the while learning what you wanted to teach it.
But it made a mistake.
It kept you alive all this time only to extend its own pleasure. It only knew how to take care of you as much as was necessary for it to keep feeding.
You’re dead on the floor. The vampire is a parasite, not a symbiote. It had nothing to give but death.
And perhaps you will awake again, an empty soul. You will have been attacked and abused and know nothing but fear.
You will know nothing but hunger. And then you will follow the only model you know….