Strigoi
"I've already disapeared"
He said that.
With a broken smile.
So innocent.
But dead.
In my arms.
No wonder I was crying.
No wonder...
I was alone.
"You don't exsist"
Silence.
"You've never exsisted"
More of the same silence.
No.
He had already disapeared.
He said that.
Himself.
End.
Was that near for me?
No.
Maybe.
I don't know.
Have I ever known?
Would anyone ever know?
About themselves?
Their end?
No.
Nobody would.
My shoulders slumped, head heaving in the darkness an echoing pain in the moonlight.
My head is hung.
Everything is blurry.
It started to rain.
Inside my heart.
It wouldn't stop.
I felt my back give.
I toppled over.
The ground tasted of dirt and smelled of summer.
I closed my eyes.
And wished for the end.
Please.
I begged.
To nothing in particular.
Please make it end.
End me.
Words lay untouched, in the air.
End me.
I am nothing without him.
End me.
For I have nothing left.
End me.
I can not bear it any longer.
End me.
I couldn't breath.
End me.
I couldn't see.
End me.
I felt a sickening smirk twist my features.
End me.
The madness had come.
End...m...me...
Eyes flew open, crimson blood a fair warning to strangers, who would see these eyes.
Madness
Was my breath
Madness
Was my sight
The end
Was my goal.
Laughter.
Sick deadly laughter.
Minacical.
Sinister.
Evil.
It stopped.
It had gotten up.
I was unaware of its standing.
I am trapped behind my own eyes.
Full of death.
I cry out.
It cackles.
The oposite of me.
But still me.
How?
It runs.
Quickly.
Destroying everything in its path.
No.
Its flying.
With wings of nightshade.
I scream.
It rejoices.
I beg.
It revals.
I sob.
It kills.
The town is dead.
I wish I was among them.
It stops for good now.
Setting my used body down gently in the ashes.
I don't deserve it though.
I don't deserve its sick kindness.
Because its me.
But not.
How?
It smiles one last time.
A silent goodbye to its wake.
A promise to return and destroy more.
I am aware now.
Awakened from my prison.
I cry.
It disapears.
Like he did.
I grasp a knife in my rucksack.
Unsure of how it had gotten there.
I rest it underneith my throat.
It was a choice.
An action.
That no one could come back from.
Not even him.
I press harder.
A slow stream trickles.
Its red.
My tears mingle with it.
I' am a monster without you.
I am nothing without you.
I wish I could be ended like you.
La revedere.
Scumpa mea.
Blackness.
With a promise to be reborn.
In another life.
If I could be reborn.
In another life.
I would wish to be with you.
Again.
My duke.
"Strigoi?" Alexandrus eyes fluttered restlessly, taking in the dimly lit room around him.