Prologue
I stood in the middle of the street, in the middle of the night, shaking. The lamps glowed a sickly orange pouring over the dark streets. I felt the smooth steel knife in my pocket running my finger over the fine edge of the newly sharpened blade till there was a fine cut. I brung my finger to my lips letting the warm liquid rush over my tongue. I smiled beginning to laugh hysterically. I felt the hunger clawing at my insides. The impulse to kill. I will fucking kill every last one them.
Chapter 1. The kill
I stood silently in the back desert. A full moon hung overhead like a giant silver disk pouring light across, casting dark long wispy shadows that moved without owners. I gingerly touched the pale skin of the scars that marred my face, drawing my finger over my cold skin. The paleness caused by years of waiting in the darkness. The only light I ever saw was the gentle slow burn of my cigarettes. I took in a deep breath of nicotine and blew watching it float into the cold night like a small cloud. Thousands of colored stars lit the sky, as thick as sand. I felt that tug of emotion in my mind again. The impulse. "shhh soon, soon." I cooed into the darkness. Just like that, I heard the quiet crunch of dried dead plants, someone was walking towards me. I couldn't help myself I felt all bubbly inside. A porous laugh echoed from the depths of my chest, etching through the silent night. The foot steps stopped abruptly. I lifted up from my knees dropping my smoldering cigarette onto the ground. I moved silently forwards up behind them. It was a tall male. "Who there!?" his frightened voice called into the night. I sweeped up towards him clasping his hands and pulling him on his back. "Wha- Hey!" he looked up terrified and confused. "shhh i'm sorry I scared you just sleep now." I smiled. The moonlight illuminated his face. He seemed like he had been crying his cheeks soft and glistening with tears. "shh I am here now to save you." I swiftly pulled the knife from my pocket and pressed it to his for head. He submitted looking listlessly up at my face. I began to press the knife in deeper, blood started to pool in the middle of his for-head. Then I closed my eyes savoring the crunching and tearing as it entered his skull. One last whimper escaped his lips then silence. The smoky iron smell blood rose into the crisp quiet night air. "DADDY, DADDY!" A loud sobbing scream echoed as a small girl with round rosy cheeks and wispy brown hair only 3 stumbled through the darkness. This was all too perfect. I felt a pang sympathy somewhere deep within as I stared into her frightened, bewildered eyes. I walked slowly towards her, falling to my knees gently pressing the edge of the blade against her small warm pulsating neck. I pulled back her long curly strands of hair whispered softly into her ear "You are too young to die you haven't seen enough of the world, and when that happens I will be back here to save you from it." She stood stiff silently sobbing. Fat tears rolling down her cheeks. She slowly turned to look at the man in horror. He stood tall, pale, and peaked. Small curving scars covered his face that was bordered by his long black hair and dark glistening eyes that bored into her's. he had blood splattered across his shirt and at the corners of his small thin lips. She peered behind him at a slumping dark hulk. A gasp came from her young lips as understanding came from the sight instead of pain and confusion. She recognized it and ran towards it tripping and crying. She clutched her fathers sopping shirt in her small chubby hands. "Daddy!" "Don't worry I wont let you miss him for long, I promise." I said in a deep purr, twisting a strand of bloody hair between my fingers.
