I've decided to make a bundle of new short stories called "Tales of a Fool" containing feelings of a lost fool in love with a vampire. n.n I've already created two short stories and I hope everyone enjoys them. n.n

The Vampire and The Fool

Are we connected? Does some unseen force seem to pull us towards each no matter the undesirable feeling it omits causing us or rahter just me severe pain? I'm unsure. All I know at the base of this strange phenomenon is that the little vampire who has seduced me countless times will not be leaving the fore-fronts of my mind any time soon nor will I deny the fact that I've fallen for such a creature. It must be pure nature or pure subconscious intentions to cause such a pheromone to be so strong which necessarily is the essence of who the vampire is. Are we not like Edward and Bella of Stephanie Meyer's Twilight? If so, just with reversed roles in the matter? As in, I play the part of sick masochistic lion and my little vampire is the poor little lamb in distress? Although put in true perspective, we just revolve around each other on this one sided love. This isn't considered love but the nonetheless something that's amazingly high on my wishlist. How am I supposed to think of this? A little fish last year wasn't so delectable as this creature of the night. What is the benefit of this obsession of being in pain every waking moment I spend with the utterly beautiful monster who just seems to love ripping my heart out right in front of me? It seems vampires prefer their own kind though. However, this particular vampire is in love with a mouse. A mouse who is in love with both a wolf and the vampire. And I, the fool, stuck in the middle for my desire of the vampire. Considering I truly am not in love with this vampire but my symptoms and actions show I am. Ironically, I am the fallacious example of human emotions even though I am in tuned with my emotions like no other as pisces were meant to be. So as the fool, I will continue to play this fool's never ending game of desire, hate, lust, envy, fear, hope, doubt, happiness and love. How can I not? The vampire is my own brand of heroin and I am addicted.


The Pawn

Everyday my confusion grows. I don't want to fall in love but why do I feel like I have stepped into its appalling process? I've never considered past puppy loves, love. Why, when there's no point? They were all one sided loves. As of this one. This one sided love I've been attached to for quite some time now, expands the empty void in my heart. No, I'm not in love. If I was would I still long fot this vampire that I spend my leisure, working, and social time with? The beginning of our friendship, I had forewarned myself, foreshadowing the outcome, that I should not fall for such a deceiving face. Even the first time we kissed, I felt nothing. Enjoyable as it was, there was nothing. Nothing. But that was the beginning. I believe my heart began to flutter and my stomach churn for my vampire was when the mouse and the vampire had come to a misunderstanding leading to their scarce conversations and was left within in technological use to keep in touch with one another. Barely preserving their relationship but to a minimal. Was I the vampire's safety net when all else failed and my vampire fell? At the time, I knew and it didn't matter. My mind began to curve around the idea that I was much more important than the mouse. For once, the fool was an important piece in the game, no longer the pawn. I was mistakenly wrong. Except, I was also correct. The attention I gave and obtained in return, the artificial love I received and the honest love I always gave, and the vampire's strong desire for my presence every single minute we were able to compose for ourselves. Those feelings. Those feelings that made me cave and break down my wall in order to feel the same way when all along it was just to keep the vampire from going insane from having not spoken to the mouse or receive the love the mouse had given before my person interfered. Before my person fell without realizing it and consequently could not falter the unimaginable love that developed during the time I spent with my vampire. And was it not because of me that the vampire even began to speak to the mouse again because of my analytical evaluation on the vampire's longing for the mouse? Was it not because of me their love flourished, conquered and every day, every minute, every second it begins to grow strong? Was it not because of me that I am in a forever jealous state as I now spend time watching, observing, analyzing their relationship? Was it not because of me that I have become the third wheel, the advisor, the last resort for both the mouse and the vampire? Was it not because of me that I manifested my own destruction, my own internal chaos, my own pain? I am a pawn. An important pawn of this bizarre and insane love triangle game of chess. A pawn that could be used over and over again, thrown aside then picked up. A pawn that had begun the game of misery and woe. Once a queen of her own manipulative games and now a pawn to another's game. Forever the pawn, I will be.