Don't Forget

Tilia

Fiance! They haven't even been together for over a year! This impromptu meeting brings back the pain and anger that had subsided with Kenziel's presence. I feel them quickly regain control and it's like I hear Henry whispering in my ear again. Arana resurfaces and I welcome her with open arms.

My heart races as I forcefully grip the steering wheel that has become slippery between my bloody fingers. I ignore the pain of my outburst to drive to the motel.

When I arrive in my room, I unpack my drawers in search of a knife that Henry had given me. I finally find it hidden under a pile of towels in the last drawer. I admire the serrated blade of the hunting knife and an intoxicating feeling washes over me as I wander into a memory of the demon and I.

Henry hugged me from behind and guided my hand holding the knife to drive it into one of our victims. I watched the blood run down our fingers and Henry kissed my neck while I laughed out loud.

With this pleasant image in mind, I put the knife in my jacket pocket and decide to go back to a bar called "Mosolé". Henry and I used to "hunt" here.

I watch a drunken man come out of the bar and I follow him discreetly. He staggers on the sidewalk, whistling a happy tune. I walk behind him to a street corner when suddenly I hear the sound of sirens. Within seconds I am surrounded by police cars blinding me with their headlights. Men and women in uniform come out of their vehicles with their guns pointed at me and shout at me to put my hands up. I obey and see the man I was following with a gun pointed at me. This is where I understand that I fell into a trap.

The police approach me to handcuff my hands behind my back without delicacy. One of them abruptly directs me towards a police car while citing my rights. Just before getting my head in the car, he tells me that I am under arrest for the murder of Angus McSwane and that I am suspected of the murder of 16 other people and the disappearance of 6 people.

Hearing these accusations, I tell myself that I have found the place where I will finish the few days I have left.

...

I should have called my mom instead of going to that bar. It's been so long since I've seen her... But the rage was stronger. The demoness was stronger.

Detective Ricky Vin explains to me that they found multiple pieces of evidence proving that I killed Angus McSwane. He is now trying to get me to talk about the other victims, but I have nothing to say. Regardless, I will be punished for my crimes anyway.

—    Were you alone? he asks me intimidatingly.

What should I answer him? "No, I was with a demon."? I do not say anything. When he finally understands that he won't get any more information, he asks a policeman to take me to my cell.

A rather beefy lady hands me my black uniform and takes my clothes. The suit is so loose on me that I look in the mirror to realize how much I have lost weight. My previously rosy cheeks are now sunken and pale. My ribs are visible under my thinned skin and a weakness suddenly seizes me as I feel the weight of my sentence on my shoulders.

I enter my poorly lit cell with graying walls. I sit on the bed placed in the right corner and facing the small sink next to the toilet. As I rest my head against the cold wall, my thoughts drift to Mom. I have to call her. I need to talk to her one last time...

—    Hey you, whispers a familiar voice.

I turn to my cell door and see Henry smiling at me. I rush towards him to hit him, but he stops me by grabbing my neck with one hand. As he squeezes my throat slightly, I notice that he's cut his hair very short, which gives him a more serious look.