Dual, part 8

   That was too much for her.
   She just sat back in her chair and let the world go on without her.
   I know a little of the minds of men. Kill one man, and you are a criminal, kill ten and you are a hero. But 44? 44 is unthinkable.
   So I just kept talking. 
   'The second time I challenged a fellow, I was drunk... Was drunk a lot in those days... Still killed the man. I'm rather good at it, you see. Was frustrated all the time, you know, got mortally offended easily... After a while, it became habit- then addiction.'
   '44?' she finally asked.
   'Aye, 44.'
   'All because of that girl, Emily?'
   'Yes,you could say that.'
   She sat thoughtfully for a long time, then her eyes lit up.
   'That is, at once, the most monstrous and the most romantic thing I have ever heard.'

   True love is loving some one or some thing more than one loves one's self.
   Addiction is the same, apart from that the thing you love ABSOLUTELY does not love you. Maybe it even hates you.    
   I, for instance, am addicted to Death.
   Once, i was addicted to love. that was not so entertaining.

The Vampyre

I )

Play with fire,
Play with desire,
Do not play,
With The Vampyre,

II )

You won't hear him coming,
You won't hear a thing at all,
You won't hear him coming
When he's walking down the hall,
You won't hear him coming,
When he answers your call,

III )

He casts no shadows,
Sees you in the darkness,
He feels no sorrow,
Knows nothing but madness,
He's at the window,
Hungry and heartless,
He takes you're life,
Lost, alone and helpless.

Dual, part 7

'Really?'
'Really.'
'It's quite ghastly.'
'Quite.'
'Then why, pray tell, do you do it?'
'It's a long story.'
'We have all night.'
That statement made me smile.
'Let me think,' I began.
She looked at me intently.
'It began about nine years ago, soon after I was engaged to be married... to Emily. That was the first time I killed a man.'
She looked started, but I continued.
'He tried to take her from me. So I was forced- by honour- to challenge him, fight him, and kill him. Emily did not take it very well, it seemed she loves us both. She fled to a Convent, and I never saw her again.'
'You loved her?'
'Yes.'
'Do you still love her?'
'Yes, damn it, some times. But I have not seen her face... in daylight... for nine years...' thus spoke I, like a fool in a daze. 'She did not take kindly to the violence, not at all fond of it, you might say. Off she went, to the Convent, weeping. Never to return to the world of men. After that I became rather frustrated and... irritable.'
'Irritable?'
'Keen on Dueling.'
She looked at me like I had said I was keen on eating babies.
'How many?' she asked.
'43, no, now 44.'