VAMPIRE DOLLHOUSE

~The torment of life

The sadness of day.

the worry of night.

Please forgive me for dragging you down with me~

My life has been a endless worry of torment. It can be pointless. It can be fruitless. It can be painful.

Life is suffering.

That’s what I learned.

You just suffer a little less and appreciate the times you didn’t suffer hardly at all.

I am crazy and I am tormented.

I can not give up but I want to.

I can not give in to Drake’s will but it would be so easy to.

What can one do when she is only a figment of her own imagination. What was real and what wasn’t? She wasn’t sure anymore.

She glanced over at Luke who had also lost his mind in the days without food or drink.

Was Luke real? Did he really exist? Did she really love him?

And as for the tower, were the two of them really trapped there? Or was it all just a dream. Like the nighmare she had had where she had drained Luke’s blood. That had been a dream only.

So what was real?

What was reality?

And what was going to happen to them next?

Suffering.

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Life is suffering.

That’s what I learned.

Torment.

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And my fate is a elaborate array of torment. A bouquet of unhappiness, even.

Ha.

Who am I?

The vampiress that isn't sure what is real anymore. Because her torment is the only thing that feels truly alive to her at all.