Lost as a snowflake in the ocean

The revenge

"You have beautiful eyes" he said in a deep voice. I tried to lean back but I bumped into the rough wall.

"You have no chance to get away so don't even try. I'll tell you the story so you'll know why..."

"Why...what?" I asked in a trembeling voice.

"You'll soon see, there is nothing you can do, so now listen to me!" he snarled angrily leaning closer. Then he started speaking very rarely, making sure every word will stab me slow:

"This was my brother's house, but one noon I came
I was very angry, but he was insane.
The windows were all covered, he was unable to stop drinking
He said she died and the child, for five days has been missing.
We argued, I pulled out my knife.
I stabbed him once thinking of his wife...
She was meant to be mine and she'll always be...
But he took the knife like he took her and ran away from me.
Then I thought of something else, so I lighted a candle and fire was everyone.
I was near the door, so I could get out
But when I tried, the door was locked.
There were no other doors, there were no windows, just smoke and fire piercing my skin
And a scream!
It was her scream, she was inside
It was inside me, I could hear how she died.
She was gone long before, but in that moment I knew for sure
First I felt like dying, then I felt more,
I felt I was not human anymore."

He stopped for a minute looking into my eyes, but I was looking away at the faded fire.

"That is an old story, you could say,
But I remember everything as if it was today.
You think I forgot, you think I am insane
But I am just playing my game.
Making a fire almost everyday...just to feel the warmth of life,
And the warmth that took it away...
Now...what I feel, describe it...I can not.
It is worse than watching my brother and my love on the aisle,
It is brighter than her smile,
It is darker than her eyes,
It is better than sitting with her on our bench,
I think you have guessed it
It is revenge!"
He smiled and something closed tight around my neck. The same monstrous hands were pushing hard the long nails deep into my skin.

"I have been waiting for you, among my usual room service. How do you think I survived? Hell did not want me anyway so I did what I had to, for centuries...with fools like you, so curious and awfully excited to be invited for dinner. But you are special, so I told you a story" he was still smiling, almost bursting into laughter, but I could sense the fury burning inside him.

"Does't this little girl like stories? The ones told by your mother before going to sleep are quite the same, aren't they?
But what happened is the truth and only the truth, which is not very pleasant. I do not think that your grandmother ever told you how her great grandma had no mother and an insane father. She had just a key, that was everything left. But I didn't have anything and could not do anything, could not go anywhere but here. She did not care about me. I burned everything in this house except her portrait, but she did nothing" in the same time he came closer with his hands still around my neck, speaking very fast.

"She could have come but she moved away, exactly where you now stay, far far away from the person who every day was thinking about his family...about you, you look so much like her. I hoped you would come, and here you are..." He made a long pause than said quietly:

"Now...how would you like to be killed?"