Final Decisions
Of course, you could just ignore all of what I am saying. But if you wanted to do that, you wouldn’t remain in your seat, would you? No, you are interested.
Yes, it is true. I have seen the early churches of the medieval world. I have seen the Renaissance with my own two eyes, and wielded a rapier with the best of them. I have witnessed both World Wars on the front lines and played my part in history.
I have seen the world work from charcoal to write to the lot of us using these things called “computers.” I have seen the industrial revolution, where trains outraced horses and took the place to carry mail, and then saw the telephone replace the need for the constant writing of letters.
And now, what will the future bring? Will we see even greater changes? Will the radio become obsolete? What about the telephone? While I was awake, many things have changed from normal lives to warfare. Imagine what it will be like in another twenty years. Or forty. Or even four hundred. It is fascinating, thinking of these possibilities.
And it is even more fascinating that we are capable of this feat.
And now, my dear, is where you come in.
I have done a great deal of research on you. You are more than just good looks, and we both know this. You have a knack, if only you had the time to perfect it. You have curiosity, just as I did when I was your age. You have that mentality that you need to even attempt to become one of us.
What I offer you is eternity. You can work on whatever art you choose, whether you wish to continue with these dead-end writing careers or another art. You have the skill, and with me, you will have literally forever to perfect yourself.
Why do I offer this? A simple trifle. I believe that your gift should be preserved. You are free to decide what gift it is that I am preserving, but I wish to preserve that gift nonetheless, just as someone wished to preserve mine.
But I will tell you, this will not be easy. You may be forced to kill, whether for your own pleasure or for your own survival. You will never see the sun again, and you will almost always have to live in fear of both our kind and the mortals around you.
You will have to move, and leave everything behind. You will have to give up your current life, and then give up your new life again and again. You can never have a place to truly call home. “Home” is only where you live next.
So, my dear, have you decided? Yes, I am giving you a choice, odd as it seems. I was not given one in my time, but I believe that if I was given the offer, I surely would have taken it. You can try to walk out of this door if you wish, but I cannot guarantee your safety. You may be lovely, but some of our kind would rather kill you than risk allowing you to share our secrets.
But, you technically will not leave here alive either. What is your choice?
Oh? So you are willing to walk with me into the darkness?
Then take my hand and follow my lead. There is much to teach you about your new life before you begin. We shall truly dance an endless waltz, and watch the changes in this world as they come.
