Ray

Prologue

Copyright ©2016 by Holly Sparks

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~*~ The song I've chosen for this chapter is Can't be tamed by Miley Cyrus. I think it sets the rebellious nature of Ray. ~*~

Prologue

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Meet Ray, she's a Daemon.

I'm the reason the darkness falls. The reason you close your windows at night. I'm the monster lurking under your bed, the devil hiding in the wardrobe. I'm the worst of all nightmares. That's right. I eat people. I tear them apart limb from limb. I rip them open. I pluck their organs out one by one using my skilled and only weapon. I sink deep into their souls.

Oh yes, I'm the bad guy.

Bahahaha! Scared yet?

I haven't just acquired these delicious skills. No, I was born with them. Born to kill, as my parents would put it. They would be so proud. That's probably why I ended up here.

Mount Revenue Mental Heath Facility.

An asylum for crazy people.

Me crazy?
                     Never.
                                   Hehe.

A place where criminals are shut away. The crimes that could not be solved and are put into question because of strange behaviour. Criminals that are like me, that couldn't be explained. I am not alone of course. I see ghosts. They are obnoxious creatures with the desire to finish what they started. They haunt me because I can see them, such as the ghost girl sitting in the corner of my cell.

The four walls that surround me close each of us in tight cages. The guy down the hall. Mr grey hair and droopy wrinkles screams every night. The crackle at the top of his lungs enticing me forward. Just a taste. The ghost girl shakes her head but I don't care. She's dead. She can't stop me. Little does she know, I could grasp my skinny wrist around his throat and crush it within my hand in seconds. I could slit his wrists using my sharp nails. Tear open his flesh using my teeth. Oh, the many times I've thought about it. Dreamt about shutting the moron up. But I don't like to eat my prey, it's the kill I live for. The only reason I do these terrible things, the only reason I'm like this - I survive on souls. The only thing keeping me alive. I can't help it. It's who I am. If I don't capture strong souls, I will die.

Another scream comes from the steel door opposite mine and I hiss furiously at the sound. Looks like Red is on his rounds again. The guy carries a viscous, leather whip and tight buckled up boots, so he can escape the pool of blood he leaves on the concrete floor. He's a total ass of course with fiery red hair to match the demons lying within his eyes.

I hear another scream and someone drop to the floor. The echo rumbling through the hallway between our small rooms. Damn, another potential soul is dead. If he keeps killing every prisoner in here for his own satisfaction, there won't be anyone left for me.

Even if Red got the thrill out of his system, I sure still have mine.

I can smell the blood, the fresh, new and crisp liquid tingling at my senses. I want to lick and rip them open, I want to suck every last drop from their body.

No, I am not a vampire. Nor am I crazy. I don't know what I am or how to find out. All I know is that my name is Ray and I eat souls.

~*~ I hope you guys enjoyed reading this prologue, I cannot wait to hear what you guys think of Ray! Don't forget to leave your comments and votes! ~*~