I don't know how long this has been going on, his coming to me at night and asking me to write. To record his, their, story. I say he asked, but I suppose that ask isn't the word to use. It was a command, voiced as a request. "Will you record our tale?" I had no choice but to say yes. No threat was put into words, but it was there. Under his words, his snappish reminders to keep writing if I ever get distracted listening to his tale instead of recording, or in all honesty, just getting lost watching him.
He is beautiful to me, and to others, I'm sure. He is a king, a guardian of the night, and an angel of death. He has the looks to accompany that, and the name: David. It means beloved and he is. By me, yes, odd as that is, for although I know his past from what he dictates to me, it is strictly factual, with no emotional bearing. But he is also beloved by the night, it cherishes him and wraps him in itself, protecting him. He is loathe to leave it, even to come into my room so that I can record his history. That's why my room becomes dark at the same time as sunset, all lights shut off except that of my computer screen. It is hard for me to see his face as he talks, for my eyesight in the darkness is as poor as his is powerful. If I turn my computer screen just right, though, sometimes it bathes him in its pale light, making him look even more drawn than he actually is, impossible as that seems.
Some nights, he doesn't come at all, his need to feed keeping him, or just a lack of desire to talk about the events that have affected him so much. Tonight he has come though, and has left already, with barely a page spoken to me. He does this often, for it is hard for him to speak of his past, and he does not want anyone to see his wall shatter. I never feel emotion from him, he leaves before that is possible.
This storytelling has lasted so long because of his pain, but I wonder what will happen when it finally does end. Will I be left alone? Or will he simply take what I have recorded and kill me? I don't fear the death, because then, I will always be a part of him, but I do fear him simply leaving me. I don't think I could handle the abandonment, I have grown too mesmerized by him to ever simply let him go.