Bloody Memories
Melanie Skye
This is going to be rated T, because of violence, minor cursing, and just in case.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars.
This is a plot bunny that's been eating away at me for awhile, and I decided that I should post it, so someone other me could read it. Just a minor note: my ideas for some prenatural creatures come from the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer, so I don't own them. Doesn't have anything else from the books though, so you don't have to have read the books to understand this.
Prolouge
I pull away and look down at the now bloodless man, his face marked forever with an expression of pain. I don't need a mirror to tell me that my eyes are colored blood red. I lower my head in shame, wishing that I could cry. If I could cry, I would.
I've failed them…
Years ago this event would have been okay, but now I'm too old to call this an accident. Far too old.
Lowering the man to the ground, closing his eyes with a finger, I pick up a long branch nearby. Nine feet of dirt was uncovered and I dropped the man into his makeshift grave, piling the dirt back on top of him.
Gazing up at the midnight sky, barely visible from the canopies of trees, a simple wish escapes my mind and into the sky.
They're probably dead by now, but I could. They wanted me too.
I should go home.
I can see myself with my blood red eyes, an image stained in my mind from years before.My family would forgive me, but, in a way, I don't want them too if I can't forgive myself.
Humans deserve forgiveness, monsters don't.