Midnight. That would be my favorite time of day. Midnight, or the hour just before and the first few after it. Why, you ask? I don't really know. It's just... relaxing. That, and that I learned long ago that if no one could tell where you are, or if you were there at all, then you went unbothered. Few creatures roam at this time; few that can trouble me at least.
I tend to wander at night, to wander and watch. Humans are usually spooked by me. Therefore, to avoid alarming the populace of wherever I have decided to haunt that night, I stay out of sight.
Even as a child I liked the mystery of the darkness; while other children feared the dark and the supposed monsters in it, I embraced it. My dark hair and clothes helped me fade into the shadows; I faced the so- called monsters and I won.
Even when I was in the coffin, I was never scared of the dark. My punishment was self imposed, and truly, I needed the thirty years I spent sleeping to reconcile myself with what I had become, and how to deal with my demons, both metaphorical and literal.
As a Turk, the shadows hid me while I watched, to memorize condemning information, or waited to strike. If anyone managed to see me at all, the only thing they saw would be a pair of demonic eyes staring at them. It was then that I would appreciate the eyes that had once been the reason for my high pain tolerance. Red eyes are unsettling to most people at any time, but even more so when they are scared half to death and are pinned with a gun against their skull.
As a monster, the shadows once more hide me from those who would condemn me at first sight. I honestly can't blame them. What would you do if you saw a tall, raggedy, strangely dressed male with a razor sharp gauntlet covering his left arm, three guns and demonic red eyes walking towards you? You would make an excuse to be somewhere else, and quickly.
As a child, the darkness hid me from those who hated me for having strange eyes, demon eyes. It hid me as an adult as well, and it hides me still, as a monster. If only my childhood bullies knew that my 'demon's eyes' really are a mark of what I've become. I truly am a monster that lurks in the shadows, the very thing so many of my peers feared.