Ma always said Science would be the death of me

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Taking another slide from the pile, she carefully transferred the new concoction onto it for study. As a new song filtered from the radio, past her weary concentration, a smile blossomed and she started to sing along. Her own soft voice adding a new harmony of Gaelic alongside the original. Memories of rolling hills and sweet wild heather. Nostalgia was short lived but it did make her ache for her lost family. For her dead husband. For her beloved and absent son. The joy that had once existed in this house.

"...This is an emergency broadcast. A bomb threat has been called in within the Hampstead Heath Area..."

She swore violently at the end of the announcement. It was a natural reaction to being told you have sixty seconds to live. With all the new power, all the strange abilities that came with being part Wyrm, all her associates. Not one of them could give her a route out in time.

Still it was enough time to send a message or two.

A tear was shed as the pre-saved message was sent out to distant shores.

It was all she had time for.

Talking to the TV...

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The interviewed smiles at me.

"Just relax," he says, comfortingly. "I know you'll do just fine."

I smile back, and watch the studio around me all melt a little.

"I know I will," I say.

I'm not leaving anything to chance, you see. I've got no intention of talking to these people and just letting them decide for themselves. Oh no. Now isn't the time for people to start making those kind of decisions. I'm going to make sure they form the right opinions, the opinions I need them to have.

Outside the world is blowing up again. London is finished, I think. At the end of this evening, I'm going to leave here, and start looking for a smaller town, somewhere I can begin again. I'll find a local shop and stock it with useless 'True Blood', which I'll devotedly buy and pour down the sink. I'll be a member of the local WI and explain to them all that vampires are just like normal people, really, and I'll rip the throats out of any Sabbat who try and mess with my home.

London is finished.

The cameras are beginning to turn, and I learn forward towards my interviewer, holding his eye. My tone is earnest, but light.

"You know, most vampire myths are just that," I say "Myths. Most of us are really just people, like you. We do have problems with our diet, which is why so many myths have grown up, and why so many people are afraid of us. But underneath it all, we're not very different from humans."

A wave of gentleness and concern washes out from me. Everyone who listens to me knows that I'm sincere, that I care, that I want what is best for them

Like I said, I'm not leaving anything to chance. No one is having an emotional response that I don't want them to have. That's what the powers of my blood do.

Maybe London is finished, but I'm not. I'm only just beginning...

Because she still lives in the back of my head

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( Forgiven but not forgotten )