Rebirth
It had been too easy to escape the building. But not all else. There would be no escaping what he was now, the monster, the animal, the killer, it was as part of him as his organs.
Her body fell to the ground, lifeless. He could feel nothing, but the wet warmth of tears, falling from his eyes down his cheeks. The brick of the exposed wall while he slid down to the ground. The sobs made it hard to breathe.
Amazing, how a monster could cry. Feel regret, self-hatred. Yet not stop himself from committing the atrocities he had.
The hunger and pain, they had been too strong. He had fought, for as long as he could. He had ran. But there was no place to find solace. Not the home of the monster that had corrupted him against his will, not the home of the men that had raised and trained him.
There was nothing left for him, nothing but live as a monster and take innocent lives to feed his own. He curled on himself, tucking his coat closer, trying to find solace where there was none. He wanted to scream and couldn’t, only cry for his own lost humanity, for the life of the bloodless corpse by his side.
The gun had, too, been too easy to steal from the monster’s armory. It was loaded, he hadn’t needed it yet. Not when his own hands were perfectly capable of killing, when his fangs itched to bury into supple necks. He stared at the barrel. It would be all too easy to pull the trigger and end it for himself, as he had ended it for her.
A hand pulled the barrel down. He hadn’t heard anyone approaching and surprise made him look up as well as let go of the weapon. The figure was dark, cloaked in shadows, even to his vampire eyes.
“No. Your job is not done yet.” The voice was deep and gentle.
He gasped at the words, wondering, why? He had failed his job and paid for it dearly. He had been lucky to escape his former family, once they had seen what he had become. His eyes closed. He didn’t deserve to live, what did the figure mean by ‘not done’? He looked up again, only to find himself alone.
A soft glinting caught his peripheral vision and he looked down at his gun, eyes widening at the small silver crucifix hanging there.
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I really should name the characters of these shorts. Any ideas?
Her body fell to the ground, lifeless. He could feel nothing, but the wet warmth of tears, falling from his eyes down his cheeks. The brick of the exposed wall while he slid down to the ground. The sobs made it hard to breathe.
Amazing, how a monster could cry. Feel regret, self-hatred. Yet not stop himself from committing the atrocities he had.
The hunger and pain, they had been too strong. He had fought, for as long as he could. He had ran. But there was no place to find solace. Not the home of the monster that had corrupted him against his will, not the home of the men that had raised and trained him.
There was nothing left for him, nothing but live as a monster and take innocent lives to feed his own. He curled on himself, tucking his coat closer, trying to find solace where there was none. He wanted to scream and couldn’t, only cry for his own lost humanity, for the life of the bloodless corpse by his side.
The gun had, too, been too easy to steal from the monster’s armory. It was loaded, he hadn’t needed it yet. Not when his own hands were perfectly capable of killing, when his fangs itched to bury into supple necks. He stared at the barrel. It would be all too easy to pull the trigger and end it for himself, as he had ended it for her.
A hand pulled the barrel down. He hadn’t heard anyone approaching and surprise made him look up as well as let go of the weapon. The figure was dark, cloaked in shadows, even to his vampire eyes.
“No. Your job is not done yet.” The voice was deep and gentle.
He gasped at the words, wondering, why? He had failed his job and paid for it dearly. He had been lucky to escape his former family, once they had seen what he had become. His eyes closed. He didn’t deserve to live, what did the figure mean by ‘not done’? He looked up again, only to find himself alone.
A soft glinting caught his peripheral vision and he looked down at his gun, eyes widening at the small silver crucifix hanging there.
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I really should name the characters of these shorts. Any ideas?