THE MONSTER INSIDE ME (#ONC2024)

CHAPTER TWO: A TERRIBLE CRIME.

I was in bed one night and wasn't in the damn closet anymore. I was already 18 years old. That day, I was alone. My father was with two women. The moans grew louder, signalling the imminent climax. But that night, I was taken aback by the eerie stillness. Then I heard whispers—these were the two ladies who had sex with my father—and then silence.

After 15 minutes, I emerged from my room and smelled something. It was blood. I followed the scent and discovered a horrifying scene in the living room.

One of those women had brutally stabbed my father with a knife. The scene was horrifying. He lay lifeless, completely naked, with the knife plunged deep into his heart.

I will not lie to you. I did not cry. Perhaps it was the darkness within me, or maybe I was simply tired of him and his cruelty.

The police investigated but could not find the woman responsible for the crime.

My grandma, Liv, wanted me to live with her, but I declined. For me, she was a stranger.

I stayed in the house—the place that was now mine—where I could finally live peacefully. As I settled into my newfound solitude, I immersed myself in the serenity of the house. The haunting memories of that fateful night still lingered, but the absence of his presence brought a sense of relief. The weight of his cruelty no longer burdened me, and I found solace in the silence that enveloped my new sanctuary.

I was afraid that those women might try to harm me, so I took precautions and kept a knife hidden under my pillow for self-defence.

Then one day, a man appeared in my room at night. I had never had any further contact with my father's friends. Fortunately, they vanished after his murder. The man's arrival was sudden and unexpected, like a phantom emerging from the shadows. His eyes, like frozen daggers, pierced through the darkness, holding a glimmer of compassion that seemed out of place. The moonlight caressed his features, casting an ethereal glow that danced on the edge of reality. Every fibre of my being screamed for me to reach for the knife, but something about his presence felt different. His eyes held a glimmer of compassion that I had long forgotten even existed.

"Please," he whispered, his voice trembling with sincerity. "I am here to help you. Don't be afraid."

As I reached for the knife, conflicting emotions swirled within me. Fear and mistrust battled against a curiosity that I couldn't ignore. The man's offer of compassion seemed to awaken a part of me that had long been dormant, a part that craved something more than the mundane existence I had grown accustomed to. In that split second, I made a choice that would forever alter the course of my life, but I couldn't fully comprehend the consequences that would follow.

I stabbed him. I don't know where I draw my strength from. When I pulled out the knife, his blood started flowing, hot and inviting. I don't know why, instead of being disgusted, I felt compelled to try it.

I took a small sip, keeping my mouth close to the cut. It had a metallic taste, as predicted, but also a pleasant and relaxing flavour. The man's blood glowed in the semi-darkness of the room.

Then he sparkled, his wound began to heal, and he got up. Wings unfurled from his back, majestic and otherworldly. I've never seen something more gorgeous. And I realized my huge mistake. I drank an angel's blood.

His voice trembled with a mix of sadness and urgency as he whispered words that sent shivers down my spine.

"I wanted to save you, and now you condemned yourself."

It was clear that he had come to save me, but why? What did he see in me that made me worthy of redemption? These questions lingered in my mind as he vanished, leaving behind a haunting sense of regret and an insatiable thirst for power.

But the taste of the angel's blood awakened a dormant energy within me, urging me to embrace the darkness that had always resided in my soul. It was as if a hunger for power had been unleashed, and I revelled in the fear and chaos I could create. With each passing day, my insatiable appetite for darkness grew, and I delved deeper into the depths of my newfound abilities, exploring the extent of the power coursing through my veins. I became a force to be reckoned with.