Running, keep running, to escape, need freedom, to live, to hide, just keep running.
I'll never forget that night. The night I was chosen to dominate over humans and vampires alike. The night I met Anthos, my creator, my father, my teacher, my friend. The night where I fled from the law, on the dawn of my hanging, being hanged for a roll of bread. I lived in poverty, I needed food, if they were like me, then they'd understand. Then again, if they hadn't put me in a cell, I wouldn't have met Anthos. He came to me, though he was searching for another, and he said to me. " Your name boy." and I could only reply "Angel" without a care, receiving death as a pleasure, not a punishment. He looked at me, I mean really looked at me, and took my chin in his hands and whispered to me, as the guards drifted nearby, "Take it, it will help you." and slipped a small knife into the collar of my shirt, feeling cold steel as it slid down my chest, catching it in the palm of my hand from the outside of my chemise. "Why." I whispered back, confused and delighted. "Because your perfect." Then he walked away.
Running, keep running, to escape, need freedom, to live, to hide, just keep running.
I cut the ropes as they opened my cell to take me to my last breakfast. I sliced a few throats, and stabbed a few men, then ran for all my life was worth. I didn't get far before I saw Anthos in the distance. "I new it." He said as I ran up beside him, and handed out the knife. " No, never offer a weapon to anyone, they just might turn it against you." That was my first lesson, one of many others. He took my hand and pulled me closer and said to me, "Close your eyes." I obeyed, not thinking, feeling a sharp pain on my neck. I realized what he was, and at once it all became brighter, and I understood that I was a meal. But then he pulled back, and slit his wrist and said to me, " Drink, you'll feel stronger than humanly possible, live longer than life, and will be the most feared creature on Earth." I liked the sound of that, so I drank until, I wanted more, and more, and more. I was ready to kill, to feed, to crush, to manipulate, to be the worst thing since horror. As the years went by and Anthos got weaker, I finally was ready to leave. To go off on my own and create a name for myself, where everyone would shudder and gasp if they even Whispered my name "Angel."
Who needs to run now.