A Night To Taste

Chapter 20: The Sinner

I throw the piece of mirror away from my sight. Why do I always only remember this much?

Every time I look at my face this haunting lullaby replays in my head. I can never forget that angelic voice. Those sweet words. I can never forget.

But why do I don't remember who is she? She said she is my mother. Then why don't I remember her face? Why I don't remember any memory other than this.

I need to know what happened after I slept. What things did happen. And who is that mysterious lady she mentioned. I am pretty sure all answers to my questions are hidden in the same night. And the mysterious lady.

My knees give up and I drop on the floor. I am breathing heavily as tension grows in my head.

"Meeeoww." A voice comes from behind.

I turn around to see midnight standing there. She examines me carefully and take small steps forward.

As soon as she comes near me, she starts rubbing her head on my cloak. I smile. I never smiled for ten years. Yet, from that day when I sneaked into her house, small things make me happy.

I pick her and lift her up in my arms. She mewls in excitement. I promised myself to pet her after she finishes her work and reaches home. I sit on the chair getting ready to flood her with love.

I stick her back to my chest and start tickling her. I don't care if she feel ticklish or not. I will still play with her.

"I am sorry, Midnight. Dad scold you? Sorry. I will not scold you. Or hang you from ceiling." I chuckle as she tries to free herself from me.

I can understand her fear. She has seen me killing many people. She has witnessed me being extremely calm before taking their lives. She probably thinks I will use her as a bait to something unholy.

No, sweetheart. I am here to love you. Not to suck soul from that little petite body of yours.

She struggles against my hold. 

I pull her closer and then bury my nose into her neck playfully.

"My sweetie. For a moment dad thought that he lost you. Do you know how much I freaked out? Aww. Dad wants to be with you. Do you know how much I love you? If no, then listen now. I love you enough to not throw you out. Or exchange your soul to a mouse. But if you keep up your job to fuck up then I will hang you from the ceiling. Understood?"

She pulls back at stares at me with astonishment. Mouth wide open. Those paws bent forward. And those black eyes of hers looking at me as if I'm an alien.

Then she meows excitingly and tries to reach for my hair. I push my arms away but she constantly tries to pull my hair. She finally understood that I am  here to play.

She slips from my hold and jumps upon me to which I fell backward an-

Ouch. Falling from chair hurts.

She climbs on top of me and licks my face.

"Stop it. I tell-umhhm. Stop it." I laugh as she licks my mouth with her tongue. I don't only need to wash my face but take a bath as well after this.

"You want to play?" I ask her and she stops that activity of hers.

"Meooowww." She purrs. Only a single mewl is enough for me to recognize her mood.

"Then, let's play." I motion her to go to my bedroom and then rush after her as she runs.

She jumps on my bed and raise her paws in a position to attack the bed and sheets. Fuck. I forgot that she would fucking leave her fur behind everywhere. Plus, whenever she raises her paws as an attempt to attack, I fucking know she is going to scratch. And trust me, everything, every damn person she has scratched till now is not alive. What are these non-living things then in front of her?