She woke up with a start, her eyes searching the room. The darkness of the room overwhelmed the shadows, the only reminiscence of the once human body. I knew I was safe, hiding behind the emptiness. She looked in vain. There wasn't a human soul. I could tell, from the aura round her head; that she was uneasy, felt weird as she lulled herself into a disturbed sleep. The crescent had just appeared. I could hear the silent howls of monsters of night, just like myself. Yet it didn't matter. The moonlight fell on her face, illuminated her golden face. A soft smile now lingered on her lips. Dreaming. I wish I knew what it was, but somehow I did know. A shooting pain shot up and down my body. Whoever said we were immune to pain had obviously lied. I wanted to be one to make her dream, to spoil her with fantasies, to make her smile like an angel. But they all belonged to someone else. The hollowness became me. The pain was all mine. I was sole owner of my agony.
I looked at her again; her golden hair looked disheveled and messy. I wish I could see her lapis lazuli eyes. But I knew she would &could see me, Even if I weren't there. She would recognize my scent anywhere. I knew she loved me, in her own way. Too bad she couldn't rip her heart into two. She would have done it for me. And I would have died before she did. She deserved better, someone with a soul. I didn't. As much as I wanted to believe, her love had changed something in me. I still was, am &always will be the monster they all hated. Even if I could hear my heart breaking, I knew I hadn't had one. For a long time, that part of me was amiss.
I looked at her. A part of me wanted to touch her face, play with her golden lock, sniff her scent, until she woke up. Another part, the real one sniffed at the thought. I already had my fangs out, wanting a little taste of her blood. The hunger was real. So was the urge. I could barely stand there. The thirst within me was all too powerful. Then I felt myself choking, choking with silent laughter. I saw hilarity of the situation. I had almost convinced myself, that I could be human, that I was capable of love. I looked at the darkness, looming at the horizon only my undead eyes could see. I was still laughing as I walked into the night, away from everything humane.