A/N: So I should really stop starting stories before finishing the ones I already have, but...this has been drilling in my mind for MONTHS now, I felt it was time to let it out. :D Here it is!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! TSO is NOT mine, and Twilight is not mine either!
CPOV
The silence was grueling, beating against my sensitive ear drums like the rhythmic and dangerous stomps of the mob I knew still roamed the city. I knew that no matter where I hid, where I sealed my lips closed, locking the agony inside my damned self, where I cowered away in the dark like the loathsome demon I was becoming, they would find me. Even the silence knew that I was not safe.
I stayed, huddled amongst the sea of rotting potatoes, their earth-like, putrid aroma clouding my hyperaware nasal passages, as the blinding torture dimmed little by little. As the time passed, as my body was consumed in an invisible conflagration, I noticed the differences between the human I was and the demon I was damned to be.
The darkness that engulfed the cellar I had locked myself into began lightning considerably. It was as if miniscule stars suddenly came alight before my eyes. The smell of rotting potatoes flooded my mind, my skin buzzed with the feeling of particles of dust gingerly recoil from my marble skin. These bites from Satan, disguised as traits of a god. There was no hiding who I was becoming…what I was becoming…what my "kin" were responsible for…and that I would instinctively follow in their bloody footprints.
The pyre seemed to flare brighter at the thought. Was I destined to be the very thing my father hated? Was it God's plan to have a demon reside in my soul, transforming my entire body into the monsters who destroyed the lives of innocents? It defied everything I was taught as a child. Those who did well, those who were charitable, respectful, worshipping of Him and only Him, only reaped benefits. And yet…here within the silence, I could not help but feel as if God was punishing me for some unseen crime I had committed.
I clenched my fists together as flames licked my nervous system, squeezing my eyes shut tighter, withdrawing myself further into my thoughts and away from the physical world.
I was brought up by a fierce hand, who preached to me into the late night of the horrors that came from those who disobeyed, it was ingrained in my very soul that as a human being, as one of God's children, I should always follow his will. I should allow my path to be lain before me, and then walk the trail with no hesitation.
Yet, I could not help but feel as if, sometimes the path must be altered. Since I was a child, I have seen the destruction the demons have left upon my home, my friends. I have witnessed families waiting for loved ones to come home, wives watching as their husbands were burned to eliminate the demon within. I have known the pain, the heart ache, the evil that the vampires brought with them, spreading a red plague of death with them wherever they laid nest.
However, as the fires of Hell claimed me as theirs, I knew that even the most devoted must challenge the wisdom of the higher being. Here my challenge was spread on the table built in the silence, for I was not going to be a part of the evil that ruined the lives of so many.
"The silence (in Khmer)"
A/N: It's short, but it is only the prologue. They will get longer and more interesting with time :D But...I must say...reviews are loved ever so much XD
