Authors Note

Yo,,,,, so this is a one shot story I wrote for a vaguely school related event in around grade 10-12, called the 24 hour write. We were given certain prompts to include in our stories such as (I think?) the title, half way through writing they gave us an object of importance (the blue thread), and of course the full 24 hours within the school to finish writing. Parts of this still make me blush like 3 years later so I figured why not upload it lmao. Sorry if it seems rushed near the end, I was struggling with the ending the whole night and finished it in the final hour after getting 1 hour of sleep. *VERY* vaguely based on Ghirahim from LOZ SS.

12:45am November 19th, 2000

In her attic bedroom a girl, wrapped in an old patchwork quilt, sat on the foot of her bed and watched the trees tossing in the frenzied lashing of the wind. So innocent and sweet. I almost felt bad for what would become of her future. Almost. It had to be done, and I certainly wasn't one to spare an innocent, especially one of her importance. Who knew that a mortal would ever make such a significant impact. From outside, I saw her eyes beginning to flutter closed. I drifted towards her window, staying out of the glow of warm light emanating from within. Once I was sure she was asleep, I slid her window open with a flick of my wrist. I padded across the floor towards the end of her bed where she still sat, slumped over with her head resting on bent knees. In one quick motion, I placed one hand on her shoulder, snapping with the other. Before she even had time to process what was happening, we were gone. As soon as we arrived in the asylum, the girl shrieked and started to fumble around in the dark.

"Humans," I sighed under my breath. She froze at the sound of my voice.

"W-what's happening?" she breathed. I paid no mind to the question, instead hauling her to her feet and starting to walk. Out of shock perhaps, she offered no resistance.

"It'll make it a lot easier for both of us if you do what I tell you to," I said. We continued down the hall, to where I was planning on keeping her until I was ready. I shoved her inside, shutting the door quickly afterwards and sealing it with red energy. I could have just locked it to save energy I suppose, but I certainly didn't want this little angel to escape. You see, every time I use my magic, I use a little bit of my own life force and even though the life force of a demon is dramatically higher than a human, we can't last forever. I wouldn't have to worry about that for very much longer though. That was why I found this girl in the first place. A simple sacrifice of a 17 year old girl, completely pure of both body and mind to my master, and I would be granted with infinite life.

11: 25pm December 7th, 2000

This would be so satisfying. She was completely defenseless. Usually she was challenging to find, but she must be getting desperate. I would be too. She'd been here for just over two weeks, and after letting her out of her room for two hours every day, she still hadn't found a way to escape. I gave her the option to either use the two hours to roam the asylum, to find an exit, or to stay in her room. She always chose to use the time to her full advantage, even though I had told her that if I caught her, she would be punished. And she was punished, as such a fiery girl should be. This was her last day. I had her backed up in to a corner, there was nowhere for her to run. I licked my lips in delight, reveling in the frightened expression dominating her face.

"Why do you look so scared, my dear?" I purred.

"You're gonna kill me," She said, "You said that this was my last day, right?"

I smirked. With a snap of my fingers, a dagger materialized in my hand. I took a step closer, and pressed the blade against her neck.

"That I did. But I don't want to kill you just yet. First, I want to hear you scream."

I pushed a little harder on the knife, and she cringed as it pierced her skin. I trailed the tip of the dagger along the soft, fair skin of her collarbone, though not hard enough to break the skin, as I watched a thin delicate ribbon of crimson appear on her neck. The blood pooled slowly, and when it was about to drip, I brought my mouth up to the wound to lick the drop away. I savored the metallic taste of her human blood as she squirmed. Lunging forward, I pinned her to the wall with my hips, resting a hand on her waist, and using the other to hold the dagger at my side. I lowered my mouth to her neck again and licked the rest of the blood off, before pressing my lips fully against her skin and sucking on it a little. I bit down on her flesh slightly and she hissed through her teeth, letting out a small whimper of pain. She made the most delicious noises. I removed my mouth from her neck and held up the dagger again, twirling it once in my fingers before jabbing it in to her left shoulder. Not hard, but enough to hurt.

She cried out in pain. I was breathing heavily, giddy and excited from the pain in which I was inflicting her.

"That's right! Let me hear you SCREAM!"

I let go of the dagger, leaving it stuck in her shoulder. I let my hands roam, now that they were both free. As one crept up her ribcage, the other lowered to meet it at her bust. The next few moments were a blur. Suddenly enraged, the girl rushed me, managing to escape my grasp and get behind me. A metal clang vibrated the stone floor, and I felt a burning sensation around my neck. I tried to teleport, but found myself unable to use my powers. My neck was SIZZLING. Audibly. I clutched at the skin underneath my jaw in pain and fell to the ground, scrabbling for anything to save myself. My hand eventually closed around the hilt of my recently dropped dagger, and without hesitation, I stabbed it in to my assailant's leg. The burning stopped. I spun around and stabbed the girl in the abdomen. Once, twice, three times before I felt satisfied. I stood up triumphantly and watched the life drain out of her eyes as a pool of deep red grew on the floor beneath her. Beside her lay a spool of blue thread.

3:00am, December 7th, 2234

Today is the day I killed a girl to gain immortality, 234 years ago. Every year I think about it, and every year, it haunts me more. I've had a lot of time to view human culture, and in that time, I've gained a certain respect for them. They strive to be selfless. So unlike me. I killed a girl. A girl that had a family, siblings and friends who all loved her, just to extend my meaningless existence. I never figured out what was so different about that blue spool of thread that she tried to choke me with, but I kept it through all of these years. Perhaps it was her energy - such an opposite to my own that it burned my skin. I will never know now. I'm tired of living in guilt. I hope her essence is still alive in that blue thread, as, I hope, I will soon be joining her to make my amends.