Different

Chapter 8

Of course that a really crazy person could have done it.

But I can think of some other possibilities, since I know what I am. Not a person, just a creature with a keystone of something evil and dangerous. This is what makes me a demon. What makes US demons. I am not the only one. There are many of us, many kinds, many different personalities with many keystones. Not all demons are pronouncedly cruel and evil, but a few things connects us all. We don't do good, it's not in us. We crave for what can a human body offer. An essence, in my case. A blood, in another case. Or flesh, happiness, other feelings, sex... Much more. And most of all, we enjoy the hunt and killing. As much as I hate myself for that, I can never be happier than during absorbing essences.

I haven't met another demon im such a long time. I avoid my kind, because I fear them. I fear what they would do if they saw my life. How I loathe myself. They wouldn't understand.

But what I know anyway, the lady could be killed by a demon. Blood and mind sucking creature I guess. It would explain those scratches across her face. These demons opens the heads to get close to the main sources of what they want.

I don't like them to come to my city. I picked it very diligently, so I was the only failure here. I made it kind of my secret theritory, where I could be safe. Yes, I knew demons will visit it sometimes, we are curious. But until now they stayed quiet and invisible, well-aware the ground isn't theirs. They had never attacked anyone in the way everyone would mention it. They had recpected this place is haunted by me.

No one wants the attention of demon hunters. Or that's what I thought. The creature who attackes the lady didn't act discretly and carefuly, just in case some hunters are around. It didn't care at all.

I terror-strickenly threw the newspapers away. It bumped into a whole and fell on the ground. Like this could help me. I didn't know what I fear more - the possibility of a bold demon visitor, or the possibility of a demon hunter coming.

Relax, Berish, breath. It could be a normal murder. It happens all the time.

Not around you, there doesn't exist the world "normal."

"STOP IT!" I screamed and hid my head in my arms. I didn't have anyone I could yell at from my frustration, so I chose the wall again. "PLEASE!" I felt like hitting the table with my head. I would destroy it into pieces just by one stronger punch. I couldn't afford a new one.

I need to calm down. My feelings are a little overwhelming again, they would drive me crazy - I already am crazy, so it doesn't matter.

I knew I should do something instead of sitting on a couch and torturing myself. I should get up and check out the 23rd Avenue, because it's not that long since the murdered woman was found there. The hardest is to convince myself to do what I know is right. It just didn't feel safe to me. Cross the track of another demon. We usually stay  for a while in the place of our first hunt in the new area. He or she will be here. And as good as I will recognize who is the murderer here, the demon will know he is not the only dangerous thing around. I felt horrible scared just because of this possibility, because demons like to challenge each other in a battle. Nothing I would like to be a part of. I would loose. I would go back to the hell. And I am not planning that.

Like a flashback in my mind I saw myself burning in a dark place, screaming at the top of my lungs, but there wasn't the actual sound of my voice.

I closed my eyes and pushed it away, to the other rubbish and mess in my head. One day it's gonna get me on my knees, all those dark little secrets.

Suddenly, I heard the door bell ring. I jumped a little, but then I left my living room and went to the small hall.

"Who is there?" I asked with a shaking voice.

"The one you intend to see since yesterday," I heard an unfamiliar  male voice, The sentence sounded like something Nicholas would say, but I would smell him, since we have touched and actually talked together. The man behind the door was an absolute stranger.

"I don't think so. I don't know you," I replied. I wanted to duck out. So badly. Not because I feared the man, I feared me and what I would be capable of.

"Come on. Your eyes were all over me yeaterday night," now he punched the door. He sounded drunk and persistent.

I stepped back.

"Leave me alone or I will call the police," I said quietly. I was sure that's what a lonely girl would say to a dude who is trying to get in her apartment. "I said you are wrong. I don't know you. I have never mentioned you. Leave."

"I am not gonna leave until you show up your lil' pale face, you whore." He punched the door again and it shook harder. I bit my lips and watched the door carefully.

Bang.