Its unusually cold. But I was warm when I went to sleep. How could I not be warm? I fell asleep wrapped up in a thick blanket. I need to open my eyes. This doesn't feel right. Something or someone else is in my room. It's probably just the cat. I think I can hear her scratching. There's probably nothing to worry about. But I'm freezing. As I grab for the blanket I receive a handful of dead leaves. I'm jolted awake. It's exactly what I thought, I'm in the middle of the forest. How did I get here? Where exactly is "here"? Then I realize if I'm not in my room Bella isn't here. But if Bella's not here then what's the scratching from? I try to look every which way at once, it's not working. I'm surrounded. But what by? I don't see anything, I can sense it.
Is that laughing? Who's laughing? I open my mouth to talk, but my mouth's already open...... I'm the one laughing. But I'm not the only one. The leaves that remain on the branches are shaking, but there's no wind. Something's in the trees. I can see dark figures through the leaves but I see nothing that could cause the shadows. Now that my mind is completely awake I partially understand what's going on. It's him. I've successfully hidden for over 127 years. Changing ages and erasing memories of innocent families, joining them so I can use them for cover. It's been hard to do while keeping them safe, plus I've grown quite fond of my latest find. They've taken care of me for 14 years now. I at least owe them safety. I need to fight this, I need to fight him.
By now I'm sure you're wondering who "he" is. "He" doesn't have a name. He's my worst enemy. He's Santan's best friend. I wonder if that's who sent him, Satan. After all Satan is my creator. I was supposed to be his pride and joy, he created me with a corrupt soul and many abilities I myself don't fully understand. I have the brain of a genius and sometimes I forget to hide it from the human world, thankfully I've been able to pass myself off as a "gifted student". I have a strange obsession with the insides of humans, I decided to cover this up by showing an interest in the surgical world. My plan was to stick with this family, fake my death after pretending to turn 73, by stroke of course, and restart again. But now that he found me, my plans are ruined. I have to kill him. It's the only answer, the only way. I need to protect my newfound family.
He descends the trees and takes on his grotesque human form. Now that I see it, it doesn't surprise me. His big gut, gray receding hair, and wrinkle filled face. He's been taking on the form of my history teacher this whole year. I'm only gonna enjoy this so much more. He strikes me once across the face and I feel his claws sink into my cheek. I look around for something sharp, anything to defend myself with, but all I see are sticks, leaves, and dirt. I'm not sure I can fight him like this. He enjoys seeing my pain and confusion, that explains all the history tests. I see something gleaming in the moonlight, but it's too far away. I'm going to have to do this by hand. He swoops down again and I suddenly grab at his throat, thank goodness for my previous experiences at this. He has much more strength than anyone else I've ever had to murder. He throws me into the large trunk of a tree. I can hear the majority of my ribs break, this isn't going to be easy. I need to use the nearest branch to pull myself up. His laughing infuriates me. It ignites something in me that makes me want to kill him more than I've wanted to all year. I suddenly remember my nails. I may not have claws but I can cause serious wounds simply with my sharp nails. He darts towards me again, I do nothing until he gets two inches away, I like to have the element of surprise. I blindly stick out my thumb and hear his cries of pain, I sickly enjoy this noise, if I live I'll savor it forever. This will be the highlight of my eternal life. I'm determined to kill one of the only things that can kill me. I take my chance while he's on the ground, I immediately jump onto his large stomach, I almost bounce off, I need to take control though. I'm throwing punches every which way, the entire time he simply laughs at me. His laughing helps. I'm ripping the flesh off his face with my nails, then I continue punching but our blood is mixing, his cheek bones are shredding my knuckles. I can't describe the sound of bone on bone, the grinding sound was awful. I can hear screaming as he tries to push me off. I'm being pulled from behind.
Suddenly I'm jolted awake, thank goodness, it was just a nightmare. But the screaming doesn't stop. My knuckles still ache, I look down to see my history teacher, Mr. Dean, underneath of me. We'll most of him, his face is missing, nothing less than an improvement, but the screaming of my fellow students worries me, I suddenly realize I've committed murder. I'm being pulled away from Mr. Dean's lifeless body. I turn to see police officers everywhere. I guess it's back to the asylum for me. Hopefully they can stop these dreams for a little while longer again.
