It pierces through the treetops, constant splatters, repetitive and somehow calming. The dewy scent of petrichor still fresh and residual in the downpour and the colours of plants illustrious, as if the deluge had brought a more vivid and obvious persona out from the leaves.
“Where are we going Clayton?” she asks, her voice quavering
“it’s getting really dark, I’m scared”
a stray tear spills down her face, and her bottom lip trembles. Fuck, I hate it when they say that, it makes me feel so guilty, I don’t want to kill her but who is to address me a monster when I am only following my own instincts? Surely that would make every member of humankind a savage beast.
She tugs at my arm “please Clayton, I’m scared.”
We are in a good enough spot for me to do this without anyone seeing or hearing what I am about to do. The density of the forest and the pounding downpour masks my every harrowing move.
My fangs push down through my gums to replace my canine teeth; they pierce through her neck and dark thick blood constantly splatters across the ground and stains our clothes. The pounding of her heartbeat slowly dying is repetitive, but somehow calming.
I take her lifeless corpse to the lake nearby and start to softly cry, “why must I carry this curse?”
I close the eyelids of my dead lover, whose name I cannot remember, if I know their names it makes it harder for me to kill them; yet after all that happens, in the end I want to honour their deaths and say goodbye. I wade into the murky water to bid goodbye to the body. I whisper to her “goodbye beautiful, and thank you”
“she would have lived a good life. Does draining the life from young women exhilarate you Clayton?”
“Sven, what are you doing here?”
“How is killing going for you?”
“Don’t be a bastard, answer the question Sven”
“I like to watch how thoughtful you are to say goodbye and thank these girls for keeping you alive”
“Bullshit”
“Well, we both know I’m here to watch your kills, this one was rather brutal. ”
“I haven’t eaten for days.”
“Still, in the art of murder you are rather bloodthirsty, yet your goodbyes…so honorific. How must your mind function with these two contradictory instincts?”
“I don’t know? I’m still young; my brain doesn’t focus completely on killing, so I must have to fill up the rest of it with something.”
“I cant believe I’m telling a demon how to inhabit his brain space.”
“I cant believe I’m listening to a vampire.”
“you will always listen Clayton, whether you choose to acknowledge what I say is entirely your own choice.”
“I’m not in the mood for this.”
“you’re going to have to get over killing people some day.”
“Won’t it be dawn soon Sven?”
“You know that vampires can go out in the day if it’s a downpour don’t you?”
“I forgot.”
“right, we better find somewhere new to sleep for the night Clayton, how about that cottage at the edge of the town?”
“sounds good, it’s really more of an inn though”
“its inexpensive, and even so I can inculcate them if necessary”
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Death Row
VampirosSven had been a vampire since the dawn of the industrial revolution; he meets a boy on the eve of death and saves his life, only to discover his real identity is that of a demon. They become friends and travel the world together and everything is se...
