The shadow came at me, dark and mysterious I wasn't sure what it was. I had to escape it or it would swallow me alive, I could feel everything it felt. Turning towards the illimunious alley, I didn't know what challenges I could face in there. I walked slowly inside, saying goodbye to the dimly lit streetlights. Leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette was a guy who looked to be about eighteen. He was handsome but I didn't stare. I noticed that apart from the shadow that I could feel, but no longer see we were the only ones in the alley. I was done with this shadow, it couldn't haunt me anymore, and I was stronger than it. I knew I was.
I slowly approached the guy, unsure what to say, I just wanted away from the shadow. He looked at me intently. I wanted to turn back but it was too late now. I gasped as my past filled my ears.
"Do it Bree." The shadow urged me.
I sighed looking down as tears fell down. I really didn't want to be known as a monster. I raised the knife unwillingly, plunging it into my mother's chest. I threw the knife down with such a force I felt the ground vibrate.
My mom doubled over, crimson blood flowing out of her. I gasped in horror at what I had just done. I turned away, as the shadow lurched out feeding off my mother.
"Thank you dear." I felt the shadow turn to look at me; I was suddenly very interested in the cream carpet. I felt cold fingers pull my face to theirs roughly. I looked into the shadows eyes, dark brown orbs. His face was beautiful, pale but perfect in every way possible.
Looking back on it now, that night the man the shadow turned into, was the same as the man that I just approached. I turned away from his stone emotionless figure. My heart quickened, and my blood was pulsating. I ran, tore from his vision. I didn't gat far until I was pulled violently back by my wrist. I crashed into him, falling down onto the cold, damp concrete floor. He bent down to my level, his hands in front of him. "We meet again Bree." I glared at him, he growled at this action. "I hope you aren't forgetting who you're in the hands of."
He forced me up, began circling me like I was his prey. "My you have grown Bree." I let a breath out and took it back. He rested his cold pale hand on my chest, finding my heartbeat. "Are we d-done?" I stuttered curiously. How much longer could he need me? His eyes came up to my face slowly, dangerously almost it seemed. "No. You are still needed Bree." Furry built inside of me, I was still needed? It has been nine fucking years! This shadow was about to get his ass kicked.
He tentatively waited for my reaction, leaning against the brick wall. I knew there was nothing in the world that I could possibly do, I was either dealing my cards willingly, or being forced to play. Understanding this "Shadow" seemed impossible; I had been its victim for nine years now. Since the beginning the only thing I knew about it was that, it took people's lives, not feeling guilt or remorse at all. I had helped all these years, I would cry myself to sleep after the deed was done. The shadow had a name, but I was never told it, not knowing the methods of its killing always found some way to haunt me. When I was younger the shadow would be like an imaginary friend. Only a friend that commanded to take on sickening tasks. It would "play" on the walls, while I cowered in fear and waited for sleep to finally come.