I pulled the knife from Steve's chest, my brother's chest.
My destiny was sealed.
I am the Lord of the Shadows.
I look up at Mr. Tiny, my father, my creator, he is my future now.
I am the only son of destiny.
His evil smile was stretched across his evil teeth. I could see that he was proud; it gleamed in his cruel, cold eyes. I was the winner. I am the one to lead the world to its doom. The anticipation and greed in his eyes became too much for me, I looked away.
Steve laid still, his eyes slowly dulling. He took one last breath, and then he was gone, no longer the Vampanese Lord. A tear sprang to my eye, even though he was my sworn enemy, he was still my best friend and brother. He always had been.
Now his blood stained my hands, stained my clothes. I killed him…I will live with the knowledge for the rest of my life, the guilt forever resting on my shoulders. I will always remember this moment, every detail, the feel of the caked blood drying on my hands, the smell filling my nostrils, making me sick to the stomach, the way my father loved every bit of it.
I took a deep breath and slowly, painfully stood up.
"Come, let's go son, you have nothing left here." My father said, but I wasn't listening, I was too weak to move, my brain had gone numb. I wanted to die. I was to do horrible things in the future.
I didn't want that.
I couldn't do it.
I didn't want to be the Lord of the Shadows. It was a future that I feared. But at the same time I could see that it was real.
It was all too real.
Who I was to become, he who my father wanted as his son, the boy who he loves, the one who will make all his dreams become reality, I do not wish to be that person. How could I ever be such a thing? Such a monster?
Evanna looked at me sadly. I could tell that she wished things had turned out differently, that our father hadn't meddled with the worlds fate this much. I smiled ruefully at her; there was nothing she could have done. Destiny has a way of doing these things, all we have to do is watch as our lives are controlled and set before our feet.
I noticed my legs were shaking; I could barely support my weight. I realized that I still clutched the knife; a trickle of Steve's blood ran down the length of the blade, the brightness of the red blood surprised me, and I instantly released my grip on the handle in disgust. Slipping from my hand, the knife fell to the ground with a soft thud. I stared at it, the world silent except for my ragged breathing, before I finally found my voice.
"What now?" I asked my father in barely a whisper, struggling to focus my eyes on him.
"What now?" he repeated as he absent-mindedly checked his heart-shaped watch.
I could feel myself slipping away from consciousness, exhaustion finally overpowering me. I only just heard my father answer as I slipped into black oblivion.
"Now we take over the world." The excitement in his voice was all to clear, and the hairs on the back of my neck prickled in fear and apprehension.