En fait, au XVème siècle, en Transylvanie, pendant la guerre contre les Ottomans, j'ai vraiment rencontré Vlad l'Empaleur, qui a inspiré le personnage mythique de Dracula, et qui n'a jamais eu les terribles canines que la légende lui attribue. Au contraire, une visite chez le dentiste lui aurait fait le plus grand bien : il avait les dents pourries, et une haleine des plus fétides. Et ce n'était pas un vampire, tout juste un catholique fanatique, doté d'un penchant fétichiste pour la décapitation, qui m'avait proposé une promenade dans sa calèche. J'ai le chic pour attirer les hommes qui sortent de l'ordinaire.
Christopher PikeStichwörter: la-vampire-3 tapis-rouge
God is God. His name doesn't matter.
Christopher PikeIt's ironic, isn't it? Our goal was great. Our path was dark.
Christopher PikeI went to work at the library. I know that sounds crazy but I didn't know where else to go. Besides, at the library I was constantly surrounded by people. And I loved my job, surrounded by so many books, so many lives, so much of the past.
Christopher PikeA true teacher would never tell you what to do. But he would give you the knowledge with which you could decide what would be best for you to do.
Christopher PikeStichwörter: teacher guru knowledge-wisdom
Sometimes, if I am not careful, and I stare too long at a flower, it shrivels and dies.
Christopher PikeStichwörter: death flower shrivel staring
I sit alone in a dead world. The wind blows hot and dry, and the dust gathers like particles of memory waiting to be swept away. I pray for forgetfulness, yet my memory remains strong, as does the outstretched arm of the oppressive air. It seems as if the wind has been there since the beginning of the nightmare. Sometimes loud and harsh, a thousand sharp needles scratching at my reddened skin. Sometimes a whisper, a curious sigh in the black of night, of words more frightening than pain. I know now the wind has been speaking to me. Only I couldn't understand because I was too scared. I am scared now as I write these words. Still, there is nothing else to do.
Christopher PikeStichwörter: fear world dead memory forgetfulness alone wind nightmare needles whispers
I'd seen him around town for a year or so before he made a move on me. I'd heard good and bad things about him. One friend said he was just out for sex. Another said he was a romantic at heart. What the hell, I thought. I needed sex and romance in my life. Sometimes I believe I would have taken one without the other.
Christopher PikeThe hourglass runs low...
Christopher PikeI think of Krishna and his deep blue eyes. It is said, in the hidden scriptures in India, that to focus on the eyes of the Lord is the highest spiritual practice a human being can proform. It's suppose to be equal to the greatest act of charity, which Jesus describes in the Bible as sacrificing one's life to save the life of another.
The Vedas, the Bible, it's true, they overlap a lot.
Maybe gazing into Krishna's eyes...
Pain...Pain...Pain...
Is equal to Christ's sacrifice.
I'm only suffering this pain to protect John. It doesn't matter that he won't see me. I still love him, I will always love him. And in this exquisitely agonizing moment, I realize he refused to see me because he wanted to force me to see him inside. Ah, that's the key! This practice of visualizing that I'm staring into Krishna's blue eyes, I've done it before.
But this is the first time I see him staring back at me!
The Agony comes, and it does not get transformed into bliss.
If anything it is worse than before. Except for one thing.
The pain does not obliterate my sense of "I."
I'm still Sita, the last vampire.
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