Blood Queen
I watched you through the darkness. You could not see me. The moonlight glimmered on your tan, bare skin. I inched closer. I made no sound. Faster than you could see, I moved up behind you and grabbed your wrists. I turned you around to face me. Your eyes were wide with fear. It's something I've gotten used to. Small, scared noises were struggling to escape from your throat. I leaned into your ear, and whispered softly that there was nothing to be afraid of. I wouldn't kill you. I breathed a warm breath down your neck, and I felt you shiver in my arms. I brushed my lips along your neck. Like a snake, I reared back my head to strike.
I faintly remember you screaming. Nothing surrounding me seemed very important while I had your warm, sticky blood sliding slowly down my throat. I fed, and felt content. As I let your body down on the ground, I looked into your face. Maybe it was the way your skin seemed to glow. Maybe it was the way your green eyes pleaded with me. They were begging me. I saw something that I hadn't seen in a long time. It wasn't fear. It definately wasn't warmth. It was the cold, hard, but undeniable look of hatred. You wanted revenge. You wanted to punish me for the way I had destroyed you. You wanted to kill me.
I was startled out of my normal blankness. Most of the humans I had destroyed had been shallow. Their emotions were limited to greed, lust, and contempt. You were not like that. The emotions that I read in your face were deep. They were meaningful. You gave me a look of pure, complete hatred. No human had ever looked at me that way. They were always scared of me. I had no doubt that you were scared, but you were brave. You would never back down. What a stubborn human.
Just that short glimpse that I gave you into my feelings was dangerous for me. I knew I had to keep you from getting your revenge. I had to do something. I was reluctant to kill the deepest and most meaningful human I had ever seen. Instead I had another plan. I would make you my human servant. You would belong to me, yet you would be able to have your own ideas. Your own thoughts. It was merely the only way I could save you. I had to do it. So why did I feel like I was a monster?