Chapter 5: Grip on Reality

Yuuki

Its not a sin to kill a vampire.

Those words echoed throughout my head but I cannot seem to recall the one who said that to me. Was it the man that now sat submissively in front of me? Who is he? Who am I? Images flashed through my mind but none held the answers I sought. This I knew, the man in front of me did something horrible to me; killed the one I hold dear and was now demanding that I punish him for his sins. Who do I hold dear? The thoughts and emotions that pranced about within me seemed to coexist without correlation. Is it my duty to deliver such a punishment? The weight of the cold steel in my hands would make it seem as if it was my duty. Somewhere in the back of my mind I recognized the beautiful weapon for the briefest of seconds. A pistol attached to a chain. But what was it connected to?

The man sat in front of me; a look of serene peace set upon his face. I found myself taking in the sight of this man, his unusual silver hair that fell messily around his face, the sharpness of his jaw and cheekbones, the way his eyelashes rested against said cheekbones. But what amazed me most was the slight smile that played at the corner of his lips. I felt as if I knew that smile from somewhere but for the life of me, I couldn't place it. How is he smiling when he knows that he is at my mercy? But did I want to kill this man? I am sure that I once did. Such a grave sin must be paid for in blood.

Its not a sin to kill a vampire.

Is this man a vampire? Am I a vampire? Surely I must be; the taste that lingers on my tongue is of blood. Who's Blood? Was it his? The scent in the room was strong and if there was anyone else around I would think it to be theirs but certianly it is his. So yes, I must be a vampire. Was I always a vampire? I wasn't sure.

It is not a sin to kill a vampire.

My eyes once again moved to the pistol in my grasp, its weight beckoned me, urging me to wield it. I lifted the beautiful weapon and aimed it at the handsome man in front of me.

It is not a sin to kill a vampire.

My fingers rested on the trigger, my hands shaking from the sheer weight of the pistol. Aim for the center. I held this beautifully cold weapon firmly, aiming for the center of his chest, the center of his being. And I pulled the trigger.

It is not a sin to kill a vampire.

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