Post by acridimar on Aug 17, 2008 15:21:58 GMT -5
He had to do this. There was so much he wanted to forget. Stefan stood in a small corner of Ge'val Estate. The main buildings and the gardens were behind him and the forest to his left. Stefan wore his black leather trench coat, a dark shirt and black leather pants. His hair (thought normally pulled back into a ponytail with a leather thong) fell shoulder length, shifting slightly in the low wind. Stefan's violet eyes reflected the bonfire before him. Pain etched in every aspect of his features. In his left hand he held a small bronze locket; in his right were two books. Journals. One was thin and written in an old form of Sandscript that wouldn't even be recognized anymore. Let alone legible to anyone but himself and perhaps the eldest of other beings. His life as a human.
The other journal was a great, thick volume. The contents were written in a tiny, flowing, graceful script; though the language changed sporadically. From Italian to German to Chinese... the last few hundred pages were written in English.
Stefan knelt before the bonfire. It was large. Big enough to kill him if he had the mind to jump in... He may have been suicidal at one point, but not now. He had a purpose now. He had a course. He had a friend... a companion... a lover. No, he was not here at his old home to destroy himself. He was here to remember and then forget forever... the terrible things he had done. The lives he had ended. Not to feed, but simply to end them. Spite, anger, blind rage.
He gently tossed the thin journal into the fire and watched it as the flames consumed it and his human memories were wiped away forever. Stefan looked at the thicker volume. His life as a vampire. Over three thousand years of wars, pains, revenge, despair, and fury.
Had those past years been all for nothing? His searching for answers by any means necessary? His pursuit of knowledge... of the truth? Had it all been pointless? He doubted it. He was here because of his past. He had met her because of what he had experienced. It was not coincidence that he had been in New York City when she found him. If he had not lived this exact past he was now burning... He would not have met her. And now he was complete again; now he could finally move on with his immortal life.
He tossed the thick volume into the great bonfire and watched as the edges slowly caught fire and as the flames slowly consumed the journal from the inside out. He stood slowly, still facing the roaring fire, and tightly squeezed the bronze locket in his left hand. Bringing it to his lips, he kissed it lightly and whispered, "I can move on now. I'm sorry it took me so long... I'm certain you would be in a cold fury at how long I have grieved over your death. Despite your last words to me, I could never let go until now... Good-bye." He flicked the bronze locket into the flames. He knew the locket wouldn't be destroyed, but the picture inside would burn away... and a good portion of the metal would melt, leaving the locket deformed and look like just another hunk of metal.
Stefan watched the flames for a short while longer and then turned his back to the bonfire and walked quickly back to the mansion and to the care he had rented to return here. He wanted to get back to New York... but he had to stop in London first. There was someone he needed to talk to...then he could return to his love.
((Note: Please do not respond to this. This thread is merely part of my character's storyline. I just wanted to write it to give more of a background and depth to Stefan Ge'Val's story and personality.))
The other journal was a great, thick volume. The contents were written in a tiny, flowing, graceful script; though the language changed sporadically. From Italian to German to Chinese... the last few hundred pages were written in English.
Stefan knelt before the bonfire. It was large. Big enough to kill him if he had the mind to jump in... He may have been suicidal at one point, but not now. He had a purpose now. He had a course. He had a friend... a companion... a lover. No, he was not here at his old home to destroy himself. He was here to remember and then forget forever... the terrible things he had done. The lives he had ended. Not to feed, but simply to end them. Spite, anger, blind rage.
He gently tossed the thin journal into the fire and watched it as the flames consumed it and his human memories were wiped away forever. Stefan looked at the thicker volume. His life as a vampire. Over three thousand years of wars, pains, revenge, despair, and fury.
Had those past years been all for nothing? His searching for answers by any means necessary? His pursuit of knowledge... of the truth? Had it all been pointless? He doubted it. He was here because of his past. He had met her because of what he had experienced. It was not coincidence that he had been in New York City when she found him. If he had not lived this exact past he was now burning... He would not have met her. And now he was complete again; now he could finally move on with his immortal life.
He tossed the thick volume into the great bonfire and watched as the edges slowly caught fire and as the flames slowly consumed the journal from the inside out. He stood slowly, still facing the roaring fire, and tightly squeezed the bronze locket in his left hand. Bringing it to his lips, he kissed it lightly and whispered, "I can move on now. I'm sorry it took me so long... I'm certain you would be in a cold fury at how long I have grieved over your death. Despite your last words to me, I could never let go until now... Good-bye." He flicked the bronze locket into the flames. He knew the locket wouldn't be destroyed, but the picture inside would burn away... and a good portion of the metal would melt, leaving the locket deformed and look like just another hunk of metal.
Stefan watched the flames for a short while longer and then turned his back to the bonfire and walked quickly back to the mansion and to the care he had rented to return here. He wanted to get back to New York... but he had to stop in London first. There was someone he needed to talk to...then he could return to his love.
((Note: Please do not respond to this. This thread is merely part of my character's storyline. I just wanted to write it to give more of a background and depth to Stefan Ge'Val's story and personality.))