9.Unsuspected
I creep from my opulent room, careful not to wake the parasite within. He sleeps easy now, the sleep of the sated. Drugs and sex, but instead of rock and roll he indulges in a little murder to while away the time.
Tonight he lowered the barrier between us and prodded, sent a burst of incandescent agony towards me, testing. The secret is to stay inside another reality and not be seen in this one.
And so I creep, like some forgotten shade, silk and leather moving against my skin.
Cautiously, tentatively.
So unlike the man that once I was.