Be my valentine, or else!

February the 13th

Be my valentine, or else.

(February the 13th)

No one understands me, I don't know why. I don't see why I'm so different from everyone else. I live in a grave yard; I'm not supposed to be here but with all the dead around free meals are easy to come by. I get up at dawn and walk around a bit. I kick some of the less battered graves and leave to enter the shadows of the town before the grounds keepers find out I'm here, I've already been given a restraining order. I walk down the alleyway with my newly acquired cap low down so no one can see my eyes. The streets are almost bare, a couple of drunks going home or people who go to work at silly o'clock. Me myself, I don't need to go to a home like other people. Sitting on the dead grass night after night is fine with me. And for shopping, there's no need. I just get my clothes and food from my prey, life really is simple when you think about it. People just complicate their lives with food and drink and shopping, so yes maybe I am a bit different but I like things this way. I don't need a family or friends to be happy, there's just one thing I do need. Then something catches my eye, there's a girl. She is running, I reach out and grab her into my dark shaded hiding place. I hold her against the wall and she struggles; I reach into her with nothing but my mind, I sense what I need, it's strong and bright. I pull it out of her, my hands still pinning her to the wall. She falls down dead, and there it is floating in front of me, a warm glowing orb. It's her soul. I take it and hold it for a minute, it hovers just above my palms and I guide it into my mouth with the wonderful skill of telekinesis. I feel it fill the hunger inside of me, my veins, organs and eyes burn with joy as the golden sphere is consumed. I leave the shadow and walk further down the street, leaving the corpse behind. Today is not a shopping day. Something gold catches my eye in a window and I realise it's me. I see my eyes, stained with all the souls I've eaten, I can't help but smile. I pull me cap further down and I lift up the hood on my jumper. I turn to go back to the grave yard when I see a man on the other side of the road; he hasn't noticed me or what I did to the running woman. He is consumed in what he's doing. He is sitting on the side of the road. He could have been thought as homeless, he has scruffy fingerless gloves and a big dirty greenish grey coat that goes down to his knees. But the only clue that he's not is the rather expensive phone he was fiddling with. He sighs and puts the phone away. He leans his head against a nearby wall and then starts to get up. Then I get to see him properly, he has floppy blond hair and big blue eyes, they look almost tortured but he can't be in as much trouble as the dead woman behind me. Know that I see him clearer I see other things about him his face... that face. I can not describe it. He looks up from the pavement and sees me he smiles faintly and waves. I lift my hand to mimic the motion. He walks in the direction I am heading, so I follow.

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I went back to my house, I didn't look back. Maybe that was a bad idea, but to be honest I've given up caring about my safety.  I need to go to work soon, that's all my life has been for the last few years. All I seem to do is work, that's why I like the streets, there so normal. I received a text from the office saying that I have to be there as soon as possible. I get changed and sort out my hair, there's not much I can do about the puffy, blue and purple rings around my eyes, and like most things I don't really care.

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I enter the office; I have a strange feeling that someone is following me but I brush the thought away. It must be my imagination. There's Jenny sitting at the reception desk, she smiles at me.

"Hey Karl, how are things?" She says sweetly,

"Fine." I lie. I smile back. I don't need to fake happiness with her. Just seeing her brings a smile to my face.

"It's valentine's day tomorrow. Have you got any plans?" she asks, I wonder if she is making conversation or if she's actually interested in what I do.

"No. Have you?"

"No..." She looks like she was going to say something else but she just sighs and continues typing. I walk up to the meeting room; I don't take the lift so I have time to clear my thoughts and I don't have to face my day so quickly.

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I've sat outside this building for about seven hours now. Then the door starts to open, he has left. He does not notice me. I put my hood back so my face is more visible and I step forward. When he turns around to see me I do not hide. I stand there this time; he turns back and walks on. This happens several more times until we get a couple of feet away from his house, he turns this time and does not turn back.

"What do you want with me?"

"Nothing." I reply. His eyebrows furrow.

"Why are you following me?" All I can do is shrug. I can't really explain why.

"Then leave me alone."

"No." He squints; he is trying to see my face. I remove my cap so he can see me clearly, my dark hair spills out and hang's down on my shoulders. He seems rather surprised that I am female or maybe it's the fact that my eyes are so different?

"Please, please go away." He says in a rather pathetic voice.

"I'll think about it." I then turn and walk back to the grave yard, my alfresco home. I hear a sigh of relief come from behind me, why doesn't he feel the same way I do.

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Hello again, this story is dedicated to EllieP13 and also to all those who will be alone on valentines day, and as this story will show maby it's better to be alone after all...

(I'll upload the main part of the story tomorrow)