"Your death has inevitably begun and there is nothing you or anyone in your little mortal play world can do to help you in your fate," slithered a voice from a man who stood in the moving shadows of the room. The mere recreation of the man on the wall was emitted by a single candle that sat on a mantle piece. The room had a old morbid medieval feel to it. The walls were a deep red which ricocheted off the dark maple wood floors. The man's baritone laugh echoed throughout the room. Kalen who stood in front of him shuttered slightly and the small child who lied on the floor clutched at her chest. She had a beautifully torn look to her, black silky hair fallen over her shoulders since she was leaning forward and silver tinsel blue eyes which were filled with the tears of an oncoming waterfall. The tears began to fall down her cheek and made her lips salty, made them glisten. Kalen's stomach turned a little as she began to gag herself from all the crying. Within seconds she was grasping as something under the collar of her dress, something that no one near her could see. Kalen glared at the man across from him, his hands aching to help the girl up, to save her from the treacherous hell she was being thrown into. The other man merely smirked all the while, her skin starting to bleed endlessly, staining her clothes and her hands with crimson. The man reached out his hand in front of him and made it form a fist; the girl instantly fell forward, with her elbows hitting the ground hard. Her face was covered by her hair for a few moments but when she lifted her face, a trail of blood from her lips was visible. It ran down her chin and fell onto the floor. Moments later, her eyes began to cry tears of blood and her entire face was covered. The small girl managed to look up and see Kalen's face; pale and strong at the same time. His hair covered half of his face since he could not bear to look at her, another victim. It was the last thing she would ever see. Her body could take no more and she fell to the ground, her arms sprawled out onto the floor. A cold curtain fell on the scene, an end to a life seemed about the same significance to an end to a show to the man.
"La mañana ha subido," spoke a Spanish woman's voice from beside Kalen as he lied on a soft bed, she translated it for him, "the morning darling…it has risen." She had luxurious black hair that shone with the light from outside. She had on a black nightgown that fell to just above her knees. Kalen who had dark brown hair and striking green eyes lied in his boxers under the blankets. She combed her fingers through his hair which made him awake. He allowed his eyes to open slowly to daybreak and sat up stretching his arms out in midair; he looked at the clock on the nightstand and saw that read 10:22 a.m. The room that he was in at the moment was light and colorful; the walls were a light shade of blue and there were paintings everywhere of some sort of Spanish resemblance. It was her place that he had slept in for the night along with other things that occurred. On one side of the wall was a fish tank built into the wall, the fish inside were a colorful array; orange, gray, pink, yellow. Some were big while others were smaller then his finger and yet they seemed to live harmoniously. This seemed to have caught his attention for the second getting lost in his mind. How could so many different types of fish live together with no harm? In the real world if someone is different from you, you tend to sway away from the person and not get involved. It was just an unsaid rule in life, stay with your own sorts. But in the fish tank they just all swam together not minding one another and not ignoring one another either. The fish had a better community then the real world; once he realized that he was still sitting there staring at the fish tank he shook his head to wake up fully. He got to his feet taking his time and began to pick his clothes up without a single word uttered.
"Did you sleep well, mi amore?" she questioned. For an answer he merely looked over his shoulder at her and smirked. She took this as an answer of being well and having a good night's rest. "Lovely. Perhaps today we could involve ourselves with a stroll in a park or a little visit to a friend…hmm," she laid her head back on the pillows thinking of different ideas. Kalen finished getting his clothes on and began to fix his hair in the mirror.The thought of a perfect world came back into his mind; a perfect world was nearly impossible. All those in the world now would have to die, and half of the people in this world can not die such a mortal death so therefore even more impossible. Then he began to think of how much the world had progressed, from supposed cavemen to gentlemen to the men that there is today. The gentleman was the best time…he thought to himself. His eyes shut and an image of a camp came into sight, not just a normal camp, a death camp. The vision was not something he wanted to see so he opened his eyes and turned to look at her only hearing half of what she was saying.
"A park…" He repeated but muttered it more to himself while he grabbed his wallet which was on a nearby nightstand.
"If you do not like the idea we could always go somew-"
"I'm leaving." He cut her off and walked towards the door. With each step he took her body seemed to get tenser. She was kneeling on the bed aiming directly at him as if she were to spring off of the bed and jump at hmi.
"What the hell do you mean you're leaving?!" she growled, moving closer to the edge of the large bed. "You can't leave me, I Love You!" she had the angry passion in her eyes.
"Darling, live, love…" he paused, "leave." He smirked and took the door handle into his hand. She was scrambling to her feet but his stare into her eyes paralyzed her. She was frozen in her attempt to get off of the bed. The sun was out and the streets were busy with bustling. He stretched widely and then pushed his hair back.
"What a great night." As he said these words, he heard running coming from the stairs behind him, she was running towards him screaming and pronouncing her love for him. "Damn it." He muttered through his teeth and turned around glancing at her but in that very instant everything changed. He was suddenly in a house and there was a rapidly burning fire in front of him. The little girl from his nightmare the night before and many other nights was sitting in the center of the flames, staring up at him. His breath was enraged and he couldn't take his eyes off of her. He himself nearly gasped for a breath of air as he stared at her helplessly. His body felt stiff; as if there was another force there holding him down on his knees which were hurting from the glass beneath him as they cut through his skin like scissors on paper. She was not screaming nor did she look like she was in any sort of pain however. She looked serene and just fine. He watched the flames dance in her eyes, he could see only himself. He was young still, same as always. The beautiful miracle of an immortal life, the only upside of what he had. As he stared at the image in her eyes he saw something behind him, someone else; a tall figure. He turned his head to see who was there but she spoke at the very moment.
"Will you help me…" she whispered to him reaching her arms out to him. He went to help her, to pull her to her feet but as quickly as the scene had changed before, it changed back. He was kneeling on the ground inside the hotel miraculously grabbing at the air in front of him like a lunatic. Everyone around him was watching him with curiously odd stares. He cleared his throat once he realized that he was on the ground still and stood up.
Well, this is awkward. He thought in his head. He gathered himself up and went to push his hair back but was quickly met by the obnoxious raving woman. "Get away from me." He shook her off which threw her into bewilderment. She grabbed his arm again and fell to the ground pulling him down with her, the crowd slowly starting to disperse. "Get the hell off of me!" he screamed, she pleaded for him to love her and when he would reject, people from around them would give him a dirty look and mutter under their breath. He heard one lady say 'Men these days have no respect'. Finally he got to his feet and pulled her up. "Come with me." He said simply and she nodded, her face covered with tears, he took her outside to where an empty alley way was. He had an idea, a way to get her to shut up. He led her down the alley ignoring her repetitive question of 'where are you taking me.' Once they were in the darkest area of the alley way he wrapped his arms around her which made her calm down. He caressed her hair with a fake smile on his lips. His eyes told everything about him.
"I knew our love was too strong to be broke." She whimpered and fell into his arms, he smirked.
"Naturally," He leaned his lips into the croon of her neck and kissed it creating a fake sense of security before biting down hard on her skin and letting his teeth seep into her neck. The blood instantly began to flow out of her body and into his mouth, all over his lips. The woman was unable to even scream for help once he had bitten her, the over all presence of him was overwhelming and the sudden attack had taken her by surprise. She lived only a few seconds more with nearly no pain. He slowly lowered her body onto the ground with ease and let go once she was entirely lying on the dirty ground. He backed up and wiped his lips clean of the red substance.
"There was no other way." He sighed and kicked dirt onto her body with his shoes. He leaned down to brush off the dirt and then got back up to his feet. He quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vile of clear liquid. He opened the lid and a stream of misty steam came out disappearing into the air above it. He took a whiff of it through his notes giving him a momentary high before he jerked his wrist forward to sprinkle to liquid over the dead body in front of him. Once that was finished he reached in his pocket for a second time to find a lighter with flames crawling up as a design. He flicked it open and pushed a button to keep it open before throwing it onto the body of the woman perfectly. She was instantly covered in flames. Her body was no longer visible from afar; it now looked like a pile of burning garbage, even though for a moment or two there was a black stream of hisses coming from her. The noise became mute and he knew she was finished with, her body was no longer clean or beautiful, and it was now charred and burnt. He turned on the heel of his shoe in a military sort of manner and walked away from the latest murder he had committed.