The Darkness Inside of Me

The sound of expensive shoes echoed of the sterile white walls. The deep voices of two men reaching my ears through the clear glass, the glass that held me here like an animal, the glass that showed me off like a display case. I hated it with a passion. I sat in my cloud of dark mist on a stool. My nails dug into my palm until I felt the trickle of my black blood start to trickle down my deathly pale greyish skin.

I am darkness and fear. I am the nightmares that haunt people in the night the fear that drives people mad. I hate it, I hate the fact that I'm alive, I hate what I am, I hate what others made me, I hate what I stand for and most of all I hate me. Because the only thing worse than being others worst nightmare is being your own.

The rhythmic tapping of the polished shoes came closer and the sound of voices became louder until I could hear the voices so clear that I could count their breaths. They were here to see me I knew it.

No ones point of view.

The two men stopped in front of the almost invisible glass. One man had flabs of fat hanging off him with grey hair and expensive clothing from head to toe. The other was a healthy young man with shoulder length slicked back dark brown hair. The gel shined in the bright unnatural light. The younger man was wearing a completely black tuxedo and was holding a cane. The cane was a particularly intriguing cane. It was a long black completely black staff that came up to about his waste and was topped of with an even more interesting gem. On first glance glance it appeared to be a sapphire but on closer look one could see the gem seemed to have lines of red and black swirling in the middle of the gem.

The men came to a stop at one of the many glass panes. Unlike all of the other small rooms this one did not contain a strange looking, human like creature exhibiting an unnatural power. All it held was dark swirling mist that looked similar to thick smoke. The fatter man giving the tour spoke up. " This is my most prized creature. It took us months of chasing through forests and being attacked by our worst fears and delusions to catch this one." He said in a proud voice as he lighted a cigar and put it in his mouth. " What is it?" The younger man asked peering into the glass. The old man smiled showing of his yellowed teeth. " You will see if she decides to show herself." He said his smile growing lager on his flabby wrinkled face, he blew out a large cloud of smoke.

Suddenly something dark shot out of the cloud slamming a book up against the glass. The book was held up by a short, skinny, willowy girl. She had pale greyish skin that made it look like she she had already died and a malnourished look about her even though she was feed well. Her hair was a smokey grey colour that swirled around her in long tendrils. Her eyes had large dark pupils that were surrounded by a shiny silver colour as an iris. She was wearing a long dress that at the top seemed like real fabric but the end it seemed to trail off like smoke. The dress seemed to swirl with the colours of silver grey and black. She possessed an erie beauty that was almost impossible to look away from. Her eyes dug into your soul like sharpened knives.

Lilith's POV

I held the book up against the cool glass. " Hmmmm........ Lilith what has you riled up this time?" The old man seemed to purr. I growled at the sound of my name. It means belonging to darkness and it has a terrible story to go with it that I don't care to mention. I narrowed my eyes and gestured to the book. He laughed. Finished the book already have we. He said smirking. Another voice interrupted our conversation." You give that thing books!?" A scandalized look crossed the young mans face. He continued to insult my intelligence. " I didn't even know that they could read!" He said outraged. The older man, my captor, had a slightly embarrassed look on his face. " When we first brought her here the qrantine glass could not keep all of her powers within it because she is so powerful. So to make our lives harder when caretakers came through she would flicker the lights and create horrific images with her mist. So I made a deal with her that I give her books and she stops causing trouble." The old man stuttered slightly as he quickly tried to explain. I flickered the lights as a warning that I was becoming impatient. " The young man looked at me with curiosity. I pointed at the book again as my owner turned his attention back to me. " Would you like another book?" He asked sarcastically. " Can't she talk?" The young man rudely interrupted again. I glared at him. My owner looked at him. " My studies say she should be able to..... but she never has." He said turning his attention away from me again. This annoyed me a little to much. I plunged the room into darkness and pounded my fists against the hard glass. My fists didn't even make a crack. " Stop! I'll get you your book, okay!" The old man yelled. I let the lights turn back on.

" Watch this." The old man said. " Put the book in the slot." The old man commanded. I obeyed as he opened a flap on the wall punching in a password. A small screen opened on the far wall and I placed the book in it. As soon as I removed my hand the screen slid shut. I heard owner speaking again. " Then the book will come out the other side. Thats how we get books in also." I detested owner with a passion. His polished look and snobby voice. Even the fact that he was over weight angered me. The young man nodded his approval. For the first time since he had entered I gave the man a hard look. He was handsome in a dark way. A long scar running down his left cheek only seemed to add to his looks.

I approached the glass waving the young man closer with my frail hand. " She seems to have a fascination with you." Owner chuckled. The young man hesitated at first. I gave the sweetest smile I could pull off and waved him closer with my thin hand. He seemed suddenly enthralled by me, this was an effect I could sometimes have on men. He came forward and leaned against the glass. I smiled but this time not so sweetly. I sent smoke surging forward in the shape of the most horrific thing I could imagine. Being a being I fear I could come up with some very gruesome things. He jumped back looking terrified as I stepped back into my mist and sat back onto my metal stool staring into the distance once again.

Owner laughed and laughed it almost sounded as if he was drunk. He puffed some more smoke out of his mouth from his cigar. " And that ,my boy, is why you don't trust supernaturals." I heard his laughter fading away as they moved onto different cages.

My new book. What do you guys think? Good, bad, so-so, creepy, cool? Whatever you guys think please comment it. I am not going to post the next chapter of this book till I finish Go Down In Flames so this is just a sample chapter to see how you guys like it. Bye! :)