Creatures

Night Two

~*~Night Two 1880~*~

~*~Blue Eyed Monster~*~

I was walking down the cobbled streets of London my boots making clicking sounds as I walked down the nearly empty streets, no one was out due to the fright of Jack The Ripper, he was in everyone of the papers talking about how horrible those women had been killed and how the police haven't been able to catch him yet. Yet after months of no one founding any bodies that had the same mo as his the other victims, the streets where still empty, and people where still scared. Something in me pitted them. Since I and the boys moved here something in me has begin to grow, it started when the killing began, I wasn't scared because I couldn't die, but I was scared for the humans, I still greatly valued life and thought it was beautiful and frail, yet it made me sick. Humans had something in them that created a burning hatred; it started as a small kindle that is slowly over my 545 years on this earth has been growing into a burning fire, and it fuels me to drag those who are cruel and evil to the Wall a place where souls are sent to be tortured or worked for all eternity and where the Watchmen, demons and other worldly creatures, can torture them and make them pay for their actions, and yet with every passing day I become more and more afraid of what I might become because of these thoughts. I've never wanted to add more souls to the Wall, I've only wanted to help and create and build for the humans not destroy and take away, I'm not the only one who has also notice my change, Lucifer has as well, and I can sense his worry for me, he has yet to confront me about my strange behavior, I can tell he wants to by the look he gives me every time he is in the same room as me. He stares at me looking as if he can see what I might become, and I stare at him begging for his help, pleading with my eyes to help me.

I had become so lost in my thought that I hadn't notice that I bumped into a man, saying sorry to the man and hurrying away quickly not wanting to stop due to how close I was to so many pubs and whores milling about I could be mistaken for one of them. I walk a few feet before feeling eyes on me and turn around and see the man I bumped into fully faced toward me watching me with his eyes his head cocked to the side. I can't make out any of the man's features because of the lack of light coming from the street lamps, I take a step toward the man trying to focus on his face but I can't it's as if there is a heavy fog in the air the only immolating light can show is his bright blue eyes. I take another step closer to the man standing a few feet away from me, opening my mouth to speak asking what he wants but I stop when he raises his arm up to me singling for me to stop before I could utter one word from my mouth, he takes a step forward when a door burst open from a pub across the street making me turn my head as a man stumbles from the door laughing with some woman lifting him up as he stumbles, nearly falling in his drunken state as (most likely a whore) the very expose women carries his weight steadying him trying not to look not overly annoyed. Shaking my head at the drunken fool taking that women to some dark alley seeking a false sense of power by taking some girl up the ass just to find some kind of pleasure, I then feel eyes on me again, returning my attention back to the man was standing to find him not there at all, walking forward to where he was standing and stopping at where he stood I slowly turn thinking he turned down a ally or hiding behind some wall waiting to take me or follow me home.

Shaking my head coming up with the idea of the whole thing was just in my head, and I'm just paranoid because of my over reactive imagination, slowly and cautiously I turn back down the street walking back to my home at faster pace, forgetting all about this man coming up with reasonable expiations as to what I saw, perhaps it was a ghost or figure of my imagination, or my mind playing tricks on me. When passing Hyde Park I hear laughter coming from the shadows and stop when they begin clapping their hands, stepping forward into the light of the moon and the lamps they have in the park is the man from earlier. He is dressed in a black suit with his jacket open; he has black hair that reaches down to his shoulders, bright blue/grey eyes that shimmer and glow, however that's not the only thing catching my eyes, my eyes had gazed down his face when they stopped at his lips noticing two metal rings in his lip to the right side near the corner of his mouth finally being able to take the man in without the fog covering his face. I continue to stare at his lips wondering how they must feel and without thinking I start to bite my own, I hear another laugh come from him, stepping fully out of the shadows and standing about an arm's length away from me, snapping out of my thoughts and darting my eyes back up to the man I see his head cocked to the side one again like the first time he stared, but this time his stare was to my lips, where I was still unthinkably (and surprisingly) was still biting. He then extended his arm to me raising it to my lips where took his thumb and pulled my bottom lip from my teeth, I expected him to lower his arm once he stopped me from biting my lip, however again he surprised me and myself (again) by running his thumb across my lips feeling a odd sensation run through me, well until it stopped between my thighs.

"My, my just barely touching you can make you feel a need for me." The men says smirking spreading across his face, snapping out of my daze I slap his arm away from me, it flies away from me as he brings it back down to his side his smirk turning into a full blown grin. He then slowly starts to walk again, but this time going around me taking me in, starring at him as he circles me, like I'm his pray. I look down at my deep purple skirt and lace bodice with a black material underlying it with a light jacket to go with it on a chilly night and also to hide my blade that Lucifer gave me for... I can't remember what it was, nor how long I've had it or who really gave it to me. However I've never left without , my white blonde hair have been curled with half of it up rippling down with the rest, my make-up is light with eyeliner and mascara, and deep red lips. As he goes behind me I slowly make my way to the dagger hiding in case he tries anything, I feel his breathe on my neck as he stops behind me, I can feel his wondering eyes on me.

"You know you really shouldn't be out here alone in the middle of the night without a strong man to protect you, not with a killer on the loose who is out killing whores." He says from behind me leaning in close whispering in my ear, his arms move to my waist.

"I'm not a whore and I don't need a man to protect me." I say as I tighten my grip on the blade ready to take it out when he spins me around and grabs my wrist, pushing us back to the tree he came out of and pins my arms above my head grabbing the blade from me and leaning into me. I try to break free of him but can't seem to loosen his grip and he barely changes emotions as if this is some kind of game, he doesn't respond through opening his mouth but nods as if he is able to read my mind , ours eyes locked, there is a trace of something that is also changing flicking emotions. But there are two that it keeps changing to the longest, lust and curiosity.

"What are you?..." he whispers gently leaning further into me before I knee him in the stomach smiling at him as he looks at me again, with a confusing look smiling back at me, as I bow sarcastically before turning away from him. "Wait! Tell me your name at least."

I turn again at him smiling as I curtsy like a lady that I somewhat am and decide that I would play his games and perhaps create my own with him. "Lucy Black. And yours sir? Where could I see you again, it was interesting I think we should try again, perhaps tomorrow afternoon. "

"Richard Olson. And I'm sorry Lucy but I can't meet you tomorrow, perhaps tomorrow night here, in the park?" He says and bows to me.

"Why can't I see you tomorrow afternoon?" I ask.

"Because I sleep all day, and become one of the night, a creature of it." He says and my face falls as I feel myself become light headed and look at the ground seeing black spots all over my sight. "Lucy are you alright?"

I look back him and before I say anything I see the ground coming closer until it all goes black.