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chapter three. ( more ghost than girl ) S2E3 — bad moon rising.
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THERE WAS A TIME IN EDEN OLIVEIRA'S LIFE where she would've longed for immortality. It was certainly alluring — the possibility of everything, to do every dream job, to travel the world and see every continent, it was endless. Along with the pros of being a vampire, the mere eye contact she held with someone was so transfixing, Eden had all the capabilities in the world, all in the palm of her hands.
In the beginning, she revelled in it. She fed until her heart's content, slaughtered hundreds, even with her humanity on. She compelled those to do whatever she pleased, she hosted parties, and played the wonderful role of a princess from overseas, all the while killed those who were innocent, a smirk teasing her lips as she did so.
She was reckless — unperturbed by the possibility of being discovered, her blood-crazed frenzy distracting her from the more significant things in life. And, then, she came down from the high. The aftermath. Guilt clouded her senses, and when she looked in the mirror, Eden didn't see the witch, the young girl who was obsessed with raising flowers to life, her only sin against the balance of nature. Instead, she saw a murderer — an insane, shell of the person she once was, and she loathed it. It wasn't who her parents had raised her to be, nor was it the morals she kept close; it was a stranger who harboured her face.
It was almost a recurring theme: the shame would be far too much to keep buried within, so she'd flip the switch, easing her of her woes. Then, she'd participate in the most wicked of crimes, carefree and untroubled, and then, after a few years ( perhaps decades, even ), she'd turn it back on, only to feel more repentance than she did prior.
For over seven centuries, Eden had lost count the amount of time she had turned her humanity off, finding it much more simpler to roam through the eternal life she had been burdened with — she found joy in ripping someone's carotid out when she didn't care. In fact, she even smiled as she did so.
