ROTM - 1.29.2 Are You a Freak?
1.29.2 - Are you a freak?
I really, really wish I hadn't looked before I posted this response, because then I would be able to honestly insist that no, I did not see Buffy's answer to this question before posting my own. Because I know there's going to be somebody crawling out of the woodwork to point a finger at me and claim cheating, or even copyright infringement. (I know this. Remember, I used to run a law firm.)
And you know, I could really easily have scratched all this and talked about being a vampire, and how that sets me apart from humanity and casts me as a killer, a predator, and the rest of the world as prey. But frankly, I think the world has had enough of broody vampires airing their grievances in print, real and fictional. (Yes, I'm looking at you, Ms. Rice.)
Plus, I'm not a freak in, y'now, that manner of speaking.
But there was a time when I, too, was the only one of my kind, even among a people like mine who live scattered and hidden among the masses.
I was a vampire, with a soul.
Well, okay, I still am one. The thing is that back then, I was the only one. Ever. Even knowing it was a Kalderash Gypsy curse, there was nothing anyone I knew could do to reverse it or duplicate it.
A vampire-- a creature of the night created by combining demon and human bodies, both sides occupying the same space. But the demonic nature robs the victim of soul and morality. Having a soul brings conscience, the ability to know right from wrong and the responsibility to choose. Having a soul doesn't guarantee being good, but not having one guarantees the opposite.
I got cursed, lived with it a hundred years, dedicated the rest of my unlife to making up for what I'd done before. Yada, yada, yada.
And then comes in Spike, who in his infinite ability to screw himself over, got himself a soul, too. Now not only am I no longer the only one on the block, I have to share the title with that jackass. Swell.
Angel
'Angel' the Series
Word count: 364
I really, really wish I hadn't looked before I posted this response, because then I would be able to honestly insist that no, I did not see Buffy's answer to this question before posting my own. Because I know there's going to be somebody crawling out of the woodwork to point a finger at me and claim cheating, or even copyright infringement. (I know this. Remember, I used to run a law firm.)
And you know, I could really easily have scratched all this and talked about being a vampire, and how that sets me apart from humanity and casts me as a killer, a predator, and the rest of the world as prey. But frankly, I think the world has had enough of broody vampires airing their grievances in print, real and fictional. (Yes, I'm looking at you, Ms. Rice.)
Plus, I'm not a freak in, y'now, that manner of speaking.
But there was a time when I, too, was the only one of my kind, even among a people like mine who live scattered and hidden among the masses.
I was a vampire, with a soul.
Well, okay, I still am one. The thing is that back then, I was the only one. Ever. Even knowing it was a Kalderash Gypsy curse, there was nothing anyone I knew could do to reverse it or duplicate it.
A vampire-- a creature of the night created by combining demon and human bodies, both sides occupying the same space. But the demonic nature robs the victim of soul and morality. Having a soul brings conscience, the ability to know right from wrong and the responsibility to choose. Having a soul doesn't guarantee being good, but not having one guarantees the opposite.
I got cursed, lived with it a hundred years, dedicated the rest of my unlife to making up for what I'd done before. Yada, yada, yada.
And then comes in Spike, who in his infinite ability to screw himself over, got himself a soul, too. Now not only am I no longer the only one on the block, I have to share the title with that jackass. Swell.
Angel
'Angel' the Series
Word count: 364