No one has ever seen me, at least not long enough to know what I am. They are afraid of me, of my kind, so they choose to pretend we are anonymous. To them I can't be real as I only appear in the deepest, more dangerous area of imagination. I've heard the stories, the whispers, seen the reactions. I am the shadow that lurks in the depth of darkness, watching your every move. The voice that sends chills down your back, keeping you from rest. The one that no one sees, but knows is there. Some suspect that I exist, that we exist. Yes, there is not one but many. We walk among you, possibly sitting nearby or occupying the house next door. Visible to the human eye but invisible to human belief.
Although you may be sceptical, there is beauty in our existence, magic. Even when there is no evidence of our kind, people still run in fear. We live a reality that many only read in books or experience in a nightmare. Our emotions are stronger than any other and we have the ability to switch them off. Power runs deep within our veins, allowing us to influence others against their will. Finally, the beauty that concurs all. The overwhelming urge and compelling force to kill. A thirst in which we obtain for human spirit and the hunger that controls us, in the way that love controls you. Every nerve in our body snaps, breaking us down slowly, weakening us until we give in to temptation. That is where fear is discovered. Not only within the victim, but within the predator. Within me.
I once begged for this life of immortally and power. However knowing what I know now, this "life" should never be considered. Who would wish to be marginalised by the society that once accepted them? To be told that you can never return or become who you were before. Even when you were once the same as the living, you are not seen as one of them, instead a symbol of death. This is where the individual makes their mistake, assuming that we all share the same intention to cause pain and corruption. Only now it is their fault. Because if this is the belief they resign in and live by, I have no choice but to cause hurt and destruction, an eternity of suffering. For if I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear.
As according to you, that is my only purpose.
