I don't know what happened next but somehow I got the keys away from the guard. They were large and heavy and made of iron. They were extremely cold in my hands. They even almost stuck to my hand. I looked over at Giovanni and smiled at him and he gave a smile back.
"Well done Marcus. Well done. I knew you could do it if you tried your hardest."
Somehow his words gave me confidence in myself. Like I could do anything that I want. But I did have questions for him but I would save them for later after we escaped from this dreadful place. I slowly got up from the floor and walked over to the cell door. I slowly inserted the key into the keyhole and carefully unlocked the cell door. But then it made a loud click and then we all froze and looked at the guard. Thankfully he was still asleep in the chair he was sleeping in.
We opened the door and made our way out and then Giovanni and the other two surrounded the guard. One of them pulled out a rock of some sort but it looked deformed. As I looked closer I saw that it had a point to it. One of them sharpened the rock to a dagger. I couldn't watch this at all. I hated killing so much. When my father came home I was morally disturbed with all of the blood that was stained on him from probably killing innocent lives. As I mentioned before I hated death and blood. I can't stand it. But for some reason I could look away from this. It was like someone was controlling me but then I remembered that I have a Deamon inside of me.
"Now I know you want to see this so why don't you look and watch this and if you don't I will make you watch whether you like it or not."
I didn't know what I should do right now. Do I look or no... I am very confused right now. After a minute I decided to look. Giovanni had his hand wrapped around the guard's throat and now he had the rock dagger in his hand raised up. Then like lightning he jammed it into the guy's throat. Black blood poured out from his neck, which was weird because blood is usually red. He took out the dagger and watched the guard squirm on the ground holding his neck as he slowly died. But then the guy that glared at me held the guards head and pulled on it. I had a feeling that just stabbing him didn't kill him at all. And I was right. What happened next was... really gruesome and terrifying. Giovanni started to cut through the guard's throat I couldn't stand to watch that. I went into the cell to the corner and started to vomit what I had eaten earlier.
Is this what I have to live with now? Drinking blood while killing the innocent? I want to know what is going on with my life right now. I want to know how this all started.
As soon as I finished vomiting I slowly walked over back to the cell door where Giovanni was there waiting for me.
"Marcus are you alright?"
I didn't know what to say to him at this point. From behind him I saw the guard on the ground lying next to his severed head. I felt the need to vomit again but I couldn't because I already vomited everything I had in my stomach. I would only have dry heaves, which hurt me. I looked away from the body and up at Giovanni. He stared at me with worry in his eyes hoping that I was okay.
"Y-yeah I'm fine. Just not use to everything at all."
I looked down and he put his hand on my shoulder and just like before I felt a sort of calmness rush over my entire body. I gave off a small smile to reassure him that I'm okay. He gave a nod and took his hand off of my shoulder and I felt my body tense right back up and the feeling of being sick came back to me but not as bad as before.
I looked down at the dead guard and examined him closely. He actually looked like someone I know. Not personally but I've defiantly seen him before. I'm not good with names but I remember faces well. "Giovanni, who is he?"
He looked at me then down at the corpse. "His name is Gino Van Lombrea. He was a fruit seller down at the market in Venice. We discovered him to be a regular Demon and not a Deamon. There is a difference between them actually. Deamons are born and not made. Demons are humans turned. There are two different ways to kill them though. With Demons you have to cut off the head but with Deamons you have to burn the body. I don't know why you have to use two different methods but that's how it works. I don't write the rules."
Now I found this to be true because I used to buy fruit from him all the time when he came to Forgalini. He was a really nice guy but I never thought that he would be a Demon. He was too nice to be one. But then again looks can be deceiving.
"Marcus, there are things that you must know. You don't live in the world you use to. You won't be able to see your family again or your friends. This is your life now. I've had to live with this for over twelve years. I don't remember what my old life was like before I turned. But I'll explain everything later now is not the time to be talking."
He was right. Now wasn't the best time to explain everything. We had toconcentrate on escaping this hellhole.
