Broken (The Captive #5.5)(87)

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July 12, 1861

My dearest Genny,

With the way these humans carry on they won't have to worry about us hiding amongst them, living off of them, and destroying them. They've started a war amongst themselves and seem hell bent on destroying each other. I cannot understand how they believe that the color of a man's skin somehow makes them inferior, but that is what they are fighting over now. One day they will learn that they are all inferior. That there is a master race out there that doesn't care about color or sexual preference, all we care about is what runs through their veins.

Though I must admit that the idea of keeping them in chains is enticing, and something to be considered for the future.

The best thing about the war is that Anna's father was killed when a stray bullet took his horse out from underneath him. He was pinned beneath the horse for three days before anyone discovered him; both his legs and neck had been snapped during the accident. If it had only been one leg and his neck, he may have been able to survive it, or if he had been found sooner maybe he could have been saved. I wouldn't have gone out of my way to do it though. As it was, he bled out from the bones piercing his skin, before his body could heal the multiple injuries he had sustained.

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April 3rd, 1974,

My dearest Genny,

I've started building a palace fit for a king, the time for war is nearing and a strong base of power will be needed when the war begins. It will be a center of control and it will be a place not easily conquered. The weapons these humans have invented over these recent years have made it so it will be possible to take them down. They once feared us enough to burn innocent people and yet they have built bombs strong enough to wipe out entire cities in one fell swoop. It only confirms my conviction that they must be destroyed before they take all of us out with their insane ways.

Merle has also returned for good now, or so The Council has decided. With all of the changes that have been rendered over the world in the last fifty years, they have decided it is better for the vampires to be banded closer together. You wouldn't recognize this world anymore Genny, there have been more changes in these past fifty years than there were for hundreds of years at a time. I think you would have enjoyed many of the new discoveries and inventions that have come out.

I just have to find the right time, the right moment to set off the spark of war, but I feel it is coming soon. I finally feel as though everything I've been plotting is going to reach its cataclysm and I must be prepared. The palace will be hidden within these mountains with enough security around it to prevent any humans from discovering it, and if they do, they won't be walking away.

There will be a garden in the palace and a fountain. I never thought that I would have cared about decorating and for the most part, I don't. Anna will be deciding what to do with the rest of the place, but the garden is mine, or more yours. I've had a fountain made especially in memory of you though no one will know that but me. The fountain will be for us, and what never was, but should have been. Those gardens will be as beautiful as you were to me. The fountain will be a constant reminder of what I can never have again and of what I must do.

The palace will be my main residence. Some of the aristocracy will reside in the homes being built within the solid outer walls. It is my money that is going into building the palace, but if they want the security of the massive walls they will pay a price for it, their loyalty being number one and their coin being number two.

Though The Council still rules, things are beginning to shift. Khalfan was killed yesterday when his car crashed over the side of a cliff and burst into flames. The fire could be seen from miles away, there was nothing left to his body but bones when he was pulled from the wreckage. It is assumed that his brakes failed. I know that is what occurred but I'm also aware it was no accident. Sacrifices must be made for the greater good.

With his death, I am now the oldest living vampire. They all look to me now. Yes Genny, the power is definitely shifting.

His son, Xavier, has stepped up to take his father's place as a history keeper. There is something about the way Xavier looks at me that is even more unnerving than his father's steadfast gaze had been. He's far more reserved than his father too and much more of a watcher than his father was. Sometimes I think he sees the real me. Sometimes I even think that I might actually like to be seen for once. I'd like to have someone acknowledge the vast pit of nothing within me, to have someone else see my misery.

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January 12th, 2061,

My dearest Genny,

Anna came to me today to inform me she is pregnant again. I wonder if this one will be viable, and if it is, I wonder if she thinks that I am a fool. I laid with her once in the timespan that would have created the child but it's been years since I spilled my seed in the woman. No matter how I much I pictured you, and the fact that I stopped allowing her to even touch me years ago, I still couldn't bring myself to the point of completion with her.

I'll admit this only to you, but I think my inability to finish with her is because I knew I could not kill her after. That is the real joy in the act to me now, the death that accompanies it, and not the actual act itself.

It will be interesting to see if she will finally be able to carry this one to term. Perhaps it is my poisonous seed that her body has been rejecting these many years. I certainly wouldn't blame her body if it was.

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August 5th, 2061,