The Lust In Me

"I believe that you believe. It's the same to me. And it's enough."

I gazed at her as she sat on the edge of the bed and began drawing the long gown over her slender legs. Her strange words swirled in my mind and I struggled to understand what she meant, what she felt. There was something here, I knew, something real, something to be learned. But it was elusive and alien. Perhaps it was something I had known as man, but had forgotten as cold centuries shaped my new nature.

The girl stood, fastening the tight bodice around her chest. The contrast of the shaved and painted head atop the elegant gown halted my thoughts for a moment. Emotions rushed in to take their place. I felt a sharp ache in my heart, a longing. The girl was so passionate about her dream, and her role in it. It was almost like pity, what I felt, but more desperate. The lusts of my nature bubbled beneath the surface of my emotions, coloring my mind. I was strangely jealous of the devotion she held to her fantasy. There was something unique about her. She stirred something in me. But I had known she was unique the moment I paused in the darkness, hesitating to take her life.