Tonight
I knew he'd come. It was only a matter of time, in which he has plenty. Eye Candy was never going to be enough.
He strokes my face and whispers words I haven't heard in an aeon. He is a few centuries older now, and Eye Candy has been dead almost as long – but I already knew that.
It was a typical cold, wet welsh night, and I followed him, he was aware, but I have been playing the game much too long to be caught. He fought of course, but I had the glorious feel of his pulse beneath my fingers, and the knife glided through his stomach, upwards to his heart – just like butter. He died instantaneously, and without a trace as to the murderer.
To be fair, it wasn't the first kill I have made in His name, nor was it the last. In recent years I have slaughtered many, Natasha, Jacob, Daniel, Janina, Christa, Zaroron… so many names and all of them history. I felt no remorse for any of them – they tried to take what was mine!
He gently brushes my mouth and I instinctively push closer, desperate for more, he holds me closer still.
I have waited for so long, I was tired. Enough of the trying; the waiting. I have killed so many for this man, allow me my reward!
He saw my need and held me close. My instincts screamed - something wasn't right! Briefly I thought I saw disgust in his eyes, but his lips swooped to mine and I forgot everything except his body close to mine. He trailed to my ear, leaving a path of fire in his wake, and a sinister tone filled my mind,
"This is for Ianto."
And then, there was only the darkness.