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I took off down the hall, shoving people out of my way. I'd done a very bad thing. Worse than just about anything else I could think of. She would never forgive me. You're such a fucking idiot. You know you just lost your only chance to be with someone, don't you?
"You shut up. I'm not listening to you." The man waiting for the elevator looked at me, saw the blood, heard me having a conversation with someone who wasn't there and took off. Smart man. You can't tell me to shut up, I'm always here. I'm part of you, you fucking jackass. "You're a figment of my damn imagination, that's what you are."
I got into the elevator and shuddered. At least I couldn't see my reflection now. I was very afraid of what I looked like. Bet everyone else could see me for the monster I was. It stopped a couple of floors down and a lady started to get in. "Take the next one or you're going to die, I fucking mean it." She backed up as the doors closed again. The sun was still up, I could almost feel it burning while I made it to the lobby.
Had to run, had to hide, had to go away before I did something else. Where are you going to go? You've got no one now. No one cares, they never did. Anyone who gave you a second thought is dead. Dead and lurking inside of one of the firm's hells. "I've got family, could stay with them." Yeah, I can see it now. You go to your sister's house and kill her, before eating the kids. The rest of your siblings would be bending over backwards to let you stay with them next. "I wouldn't do that." Why not? Angelus did. "I'm not Angelus!" I slammed my hand into the wall hard enough to shove it through the plaster.
Could hear someone scream and yell for security which sent me into a full panic. I ran to the front door and looked out at the sun. It was almost down, but I couldn't wait any longer. "Sir, we need you to come with us." No, I don't think so. Taking a deep breath that I didn't need, I went through the doors.
Hot, burning, fire. Going to die again, going to die, going to die and no one will even know you existed. Flames will turn to ash, ash to dust, and then you'll be scattered among the winds. Run you stupid son of a bitch, get to an alley, get somewhere before it's too late.
I listened to the voice this time, running towards the darkest shadows I could find, already feeling skin start to blister and burn. Just as I felt real flames, I found a door and kicked it in. I was in the back room of some place. I slapped at my skin, checking for any fire I might have missed. My arm hurt, but if I fed enough it would heal. "Dude, are you okay? Do you need me to call an ambulance?"
Food was talking to me. I turned my head to look at him and even that hurt. "Hungry. She doesn't love me any more. I was bad. Help?" He came closer looking very frightened. The scent was overpowering. Needed to feed right the fuck now. I pounced, slamming him against the wall, and then sunk my fangs into his neck. Blood had never tasted so good. Need to heal, need to hide, need to find somewhere to hide. She'll kill me if she finds me.
Look left, stay inside that room for now. Rest. If people come, kill them all. Feed. I nodded, already feeling like I was going to drop. I was bad, deserved to hurt, to bleed, to burn. Bad. Got inside the room and locked it, curling up underneath a desk where I was safe. Wrapped my arms around myself, ignoring the way the burns pulled. Need to rest and heal, then I could run again. Had to wait for the darkness.