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Prologue to Ashes to ashes
They'd done much worse then simply killing me. They'd granted me an eternal hell. To merely spend the rest of my days consumed by this monstrous thirst, this inhuman need. I begged for it, and that's what made me a monster, a murderer.
I should not be alive. But truly am I alive? My blood runs still and cold. My heart holds no beat… Instead venom courses through my veins and my head hammers in anticipation of the hunt. I wanted this.
Or so I thought. They'd made this seem so natural, glamorous even. They knew what they were doing. Not once did I question what their sick minds hoped. I was their experiment, their play thing, toy. I was their pet. And I was eager to please.
Of course once I realized the extent of my strength and what they'd done to me, I killed them, torturously slow. Enjoying the agony etched on each of their beautiful faces. I laughed when they started to beg me- much like I'd done to them. But it was different this time. I was a fragile insecure human, no now I was a powerful 'mythical' creature. I scoffed at the thought.
Lucius almost shook my resolve- grasping my knees and starring me in the eyes, but they were red and reflected the hatred I had for him. He called my name- pleading with me. I kicked his hands off of me and I bent down to hold his head and neck between my hands. His silk black hair flowed freely between my fingers. He clutched at my shoulders- did he think this was an embrace? Fool.
I cleared my face of my past fury and laced my voice with honey. 'Lucius', I called to him, his eyes met mine and he let out a sob- yes let him think he'll live. My grip on his neck tightened and his eyes became frantic. 'I suppose I should say it's time for you to meet you maker'. He was sobbing now- I put my finger to his lips and silenced him with a soft shh. His unneeded breaths were shallow and frequent. Enjoying the last of the air while he could still breathe?
'But I've already killed her'. With that I snapped his neck. At first his muscles and arms tightened around my back, clawing, scratching, and using as much strength as he could to escape his doom. But his grip loosened and the clawing stopped once his bones were prominently sticking out from his neck. His snowy white soft skin was splattered with his dark red tainted blood- dead blood.
His body landed with a thump as I dropped him to the ground.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, all that burns perishes. So I burnt it all, burnt the memories of the monster I was, the nightmares I endured with the absence of sleep. I smothered their crypt with gasoline until it stung my nose and I set fire to each and every one of their corpses. I left to a sick sweet burning. I looked back once to the purple clouds that were densely floating and turned back to the rising sun, letting the heat embrace my now sparkling skin. For a first time in a long time I felt whole.
I am a monster.
So let me know what ya think… I know at the moment you're utterly confused but give it time and you'll see the plot unravel