someone worth fighting for. vampirism.

I had been dead along time before i met him. always observing. slightly alive i experienced things in slight imitation of true emotion.. never living to my full potential unless i felt vain and indulged in a night of self pity and anger. A night in which id sit lost in the recess of my imagination and the pure adrenaline of feeling just to feel. Everything changed when we met. the hunger i had experienced in youth had returned. I clasped on to his soul with mine with out knowing. in the dream world we began to fly, in the universe of thought we conversed made a pact. My heart knew before i did before i allowed my self to fully acknowledge the sheer desire i felt for his presence my body knew. My nerves awoke. sending signals to my brain to regain its consciousness. to repair my broken dry heart and replace it with love for myself. i remember often hearing him say i wasn't ready. and he was right. though every time those words escaped his lips my veins began to set fire. the challenge was holding back. a warrior must prepare before the war. and i had finally found someone worth fighting for. I knew what i was up against. I was to leave my home my most stubbornest ideas and languid thoughts, and prepare to expand my mind and heart. we would by no means be accepted. powerful people are never to be accepted. both gift and curse in us we would contain a secret deadly to the hungry lost confused and angry zombies of our modern cage. in us we would have love, true love and with that the power and energy to accomplish any of our wishes. We were one yet opposite yin and yang my short comings his strengths and vice versa. Together we blend these traits and transform into a power above our former selves. together we would be fully charged.