If given the chance to never, fear sickness, go hungry, or grow old, would you take it? Immortality, eternal life, to never die is what many consider as a blessing…and to others, a curse.
? POV
A monster awoke, confused, and terrified. He knew nothing of where he is, who is, or what he is. He closes his eyes, not sure of what he is meant to do or why…
As he lays there with his eyes shut, a flash of something…someone he remembers…a pair of beautiful brown eyes. He does not know why, but a deep-pitted feeling of anguish erupts from within him. He knows those eyes, yet he does not.
"…Jasper…" a voice whispers in his mind.
"…Jasper…" it whispers again.
"Who are you?" he says aloud to no one, but is then alerted by a new voice neither his, or the whispers voice in his mind.
"Ah…you have awoken my pet," the voice says to him, "My name is Maria. You must be so thirsty, my pet, you must hunt now before you start your training. Come now," she says as she turns and starts to walk away.
He opens his mouth to speak, but as soon as the air surrounding him touched his tongue, a hunger… no an indescribable fire erupted into an inhumane roar. Everything turned to a blur. Only one thing mattered to him and that was to sate the scorching fire in his throat.
Screams coming from everywhere, cries for help, cries for mercy. None of it matters as a red haze hinders his mind; as the monster is set loose to bask in the euphoric aroma of his prey's fear and the red like wine that drips from their bodies.
Time goes by as if his frenzy had only begun a few moments ago. He looks at his surroundings, to find more prey; his hunger still not sated demand him to find more. Look harder, listen more, and smell for his prey…sense them.
Feel them!
Fear.
He can sense them now, since their fear, and foreboding. He tears off the roof of their shelter, and they scatter out and run. They can never run fast enough, or far enough to get away from him.
Mine! The monster screams from within him.
As the red haze lifts from his mind, the monster recedes back within him.
The man stands, confused on what had just taken place. He looks on in horror at the blood stains littered across his clothes, on his hands, on his face, in his hair. He is terrified of the fact that he wants to lick the blood from his hands, and suck it dry from his clothes. He looks around him and sees bodies and blood everywhere. He has to leave. He knows he must leave, now.
'What is wrong with me? What happened?' he asks himself.
Just as he takes a step forward, he hears it…a faint cry…
When he turns around to find the source, the same women from earlier confronts him, but she is now holding the source of that faint cry.
"Magnificent, my major" She says as she hold up the bundle she is carrying. Tearing the blanket away to reveal what lay beneath.
Please, no.
He sees it.
He feels its fear.
The fear of a child.
A baby.
"…Jasper…" the voice whispers in his mind as the red haze begins to take affect again.
"Major!" the women says with her sickly sweet voice and a sinister smile on her face.
"Care for some desert?"