Book Of The Undead

OUTSIDER

ALOCH
I have walked the face of the earth for over three thousand years, accompanied by one who stands at the gate between life and death, the gate that will not let me in. He appeared when I was a savage beast, driven mad by a hunger that should have never existed. I embodied it, the curse placed upon me spreading death with a touch. Nothing that had life could stand before me for my hunger could never be sated. Eventually the madness ended and I learned to accept it, I isolated myself for a further hundred years and used that time to contain my hunger to a point that birds and all manner of life could approach me; approach but not touch. My existence was numb; I felt nothing, not the wind on my skin or the taste of food in my mouth. I did not fall asleep, I did not tire. I just existed. I walked for so long, watching time pass me by. I met others I thought were like me but they were not, they were just shells of the living or the dead desperately clinging to what little life they could scavenge. I desired something that could never be; I desired an end to my existence.

Today my companion in an endless existence, the gatekeeper watches as I take a walk by the roadside, I ignore him and say nothing but I feel the urge to turn, he always has plenty to say, he is an annoyance that keeps me sane for the most part, why does he not say a word today? He is not there when I turn so i think nothing of it and turn back to my walk and then I bump into her, a girl, a familiar aura I have encountered before but I cannot place when. For a second there, I thought I felt my heart beat. She apologises for bumping into me and continues on her way, I stand still frozen in shock. I have not felt this way in a long time, I am a stranger to life but that felt like the touch of life. Who was she? I want to find her.
Creatures of the night are converging, something draws them near, the creatures that have dared to cross my path in the past but tonight they follow her, the one who has me curious. They follow her intently; I have long since removed myself from the world. Should I protect her? Should I step back into the world that I turned away from? I cannot remember when in the last three thousand years I have felt anything like this; A compulsion to save a life.
YUL
And like that our lives crossed paths. I have always felt more than other people have, I never talked about it because really how could i? To feel something that I can only describe as life’s energy but standing before me right now is something I cannot feel, an existence that has no form of life, he feels like a mass of darkness.
He stands before me a mountain of darkness, the things that were after me pale in comparison, his eyes are lifeless. He shows no emotion at all. Should I stand and run? Maybe I am only losing my mind, other people do not see the things that I see, and they do not feel the things that I feel. This in front of me might be human and I might just be creating a scenario in my mind that does not exist. Why should I look at him in fear? He just saved my life. I should thank him, I do not know him and he did not have to save me, behind that dead expression on his face is the face of a kind man but I can also sense sadness.
He looks at me intently then turns to leave, I cannot explain my actions. I talk to him and ask him who he is, he turns and looks back at me; he tells me that more creatures might come after me and adds that if I ever see him again, only then will he tell me his name. I blink and he is not there when I open my eyes, was that really a dream? I am in my bed and it is morning, does my life continue now or does my dream manifest? No that had to be a dream, things like that can only exist in a nightmare. I need to get to work. Maybe it is my mind that plays tricks on me; after all I am a novelist.
The day moves slowly as it normally does, I get my lunch at the usual café and check my phone as I eat but I do feel a presence near me, something looming. I try not to think too much, I have to hold on to my sanity. Anything abnormal or unusual I will put in my novels because real life is not so scary is it?
Night falls, I like to take a walk by the water; it is quiet there and away from the crowds, only a few people on dates to take advantage of the setting. Now I can feel it closer and clearer, I cannot pretend like there is nothing there. Something is following me, I run to the closest building that is open, I thought there would be people here, why is no one here. Where are they? Why am I being followed? I am panicking, what is going to happen to me? It finally comes into sight. I stumble and fall to the ground. What is this in front of me? Is it a demon? What is this monster? Am I going to die here? I can feel that it is a creature clinging desperately onto a life that is no more. It raises its hand and a fire begins to consume the building, there are flames all around me, the creature is unfazed, it controls the flames, I cannot breathe. The creature is in the form of a human but I can tell that it is not human; it grabs me by my neck and begins to squeeze.
Right then and there, he appears again, the thing that is trying to kill me now reeks of fear, it drops me and tries to attack him, the one I met before, the one from my dream that now I realise was not a dream. I can only watch as the thing that attacked my is ripped apart, he now stands before me, still with no expression on his face but I sense kindness still; he walks toward me ignoring the flames. The flames begin to disappear all around me and slowly fizzle out, it almost feels deathly cold, I am not afraid, why am I not afraid? I have no strength to get to my feet, he comes close to me and bends down, he looks at me curiously, I look back at him and ask about the flames and what happened, he looks at me and replies “even flames “ I am over whelmed, I can feel myself losing consciousness.