Chapter I - Losing Control
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Tonight was the night that he knew he would no longer contain himself. It was a surprise that the boy had lasted so long. It was no question that he had a strong will, for he had made a promise to a loved one to continue fighting and persevere no matter what comes to him. But regardless, he was fighting a losing battle. There was nothing that he could do to contain the monster inside of him that clawed him of every moment of life. It itched and burned and was just too painful to endure; and those damn pills did not help either.
He could not bear to take all of Yuuki's blood. Even if he did, it still would not be enough.
It was night again. And just like the nights before this one, the silver haired boy felt his blood turn cold. This was accompanied by other changes as well, much to the boy's chagrin. His fangs sharpened and his eyes matched the crimson moon above the clouds. Slowly, guilt and remorse faded away and a sense of power took its place.
His senses cleared and he scanned the area for anything that lived but there was not a single living soul in the vicinity. He swore that he would not take the life of a human being but rather to sink his teeth on the flesh of animals-stray dogs, cats or even rats from the sewers so that in the morning he would be able to look into that pair of innocent eyes without having too much guilt. He never understood why Yuuki had so much hope for him, even after he had given up on himself.
Yuuki…
For a brief moment, he almost turned back. But the monster roared inside him and promised a greater destruction if its needs were not satisfied.
Better animals than Yuuki…
He closed his eyes for a moment, concentrating on the sounds of the night. He heard light and gentle footsteps carried by the cool autumn breeze. It's a young girl, no more than 25.
No, he should not. But even before he reopen his eyes, his feet were already starting to gravitate to the direction of the sounds of the footsteps. He leapt from rooftop to rooftop with more agility of a cat; and after a moment he stopped upon choosing the perfect spot where he could clearly see the path the young girl was taking from a vantage point on the roof of the town's church.
What are you waiting for?
He hesitated.
The girl was looking for something or someone. She scanned the area all around while she walked down the street. She looked like as if she was afraid of the night.
"Jonathan! Where are you?" she yelled into empty space but it replied her with silence. She tried again and this time with a shaking voice that confirmed her fears.
He was desperately in need of blood and there did not seem like any other living thing was present. He lost his mind and he had no choice but to mark her as his prey. He jumped from his vintage point and landed behind the young woman. She was startled and jumped. Before a scream reached her throat, two fangs dug into her tender flesh where the jugular veins flow. She struggled in the beginning but soon helplessly accepted her fate. Life faded in her eyes as a last sound escaped her lips, calling the name of the one she had been searching.
The monster snickered.
The blood was thick and warm as it trailed down from the corner of his mouth. He had never tasted anything so delicious before. In that instant, he could not care about anything else in the entire world. He sucked into the crimson liquid like there was no tomorrow. At last, the body he held became lifelessly cold. He released his firm grip and the woman dropped to the ground. He regained his senses.
He stared at the woman. She was dead now. Her skin was as pale as virgin snow. A pair of empty eyes stared back at him. The fear in those orbs remained.
He never meant for it to kill her. His eyes lost their shades of red and guilt crept back into his soul. He had lost control of himself.
This was only the beginning. It gets better every time. There was nothing you could do about it. Just let it happen and you will enjoy it a lot more...
"NOOOoooooo…" he screamed at the voice inside his head but could not think of anything to object. He knew that it was wrong but he had hoped that his pitiful attempts to fight this fiendish source of evil might give a little salvation for his soul.
He was lost in his own terror for a while that when he looked up, his eyes came upon a little boy staring back at him. He must be Jonathan. He stood there dumbfounded trying to take in the scene before him. There was hatred in his eyes.
He was ashamed to cause the pain that he knew only too well from his own childhood. He reached out with his arm to him as if to communicate his understanding of the suffering. As if he could reach into his own past and make it all better.
And of course, it did not.
The fear sunk in. The little boy first started shaking violently; and then he turned and ran as his chilling screams echoed through the empty town.
The young man fell down to his knees, it was all over for him. He stared down at his blood-soaked uniform in despair. The little boy would tell and then everyone would know. Even Yuuki as well. He could see the disappointment in her eyes. She had once trusted him with her life. It was too much and he closed his eyes as if to accept the ultimate end. He knew that he would be killed for his careless actions and upon realizing it, he felt almost relieved. He had lost the battle but it scarcely mattered right now because it had all ended for the better.
Not too far away, the only audience for the night's entertainment was amused. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. It was not a mistake to follow the young man after all. The show was over and finally he decided to make his appearance known. He jumped in front of the silver haired man in an instant that the action would not be caught by any naked eye.
The man kneeling on the ground did not notice him until the voice reached his ears.
"Zero…"
He slowly looked up. When his eyes met with a pair of red eyes, he wondered how much of hell he would still see before he could finally rest.