The Grimoire

The Beast

Spell for the day :

Bless your mind, bless your heart, let these painful thoughts depart.

Spell to erase ones' memory.

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**Unknown POV, set a few days back from today ***

I walk a lonely road with only the darkness as a companion. I feel the chilly breeze brush past me. My long coat fluttering against the wind.

The wind was fanning my hair and stinging my face. It somehow makes me feel alive more than anything in the past few years ever did.

There is something about the air in here. My body was growing fragile and weak. Maybe it's time.

I do not spot a single soul. I see the streetlight above me flickering and laugh at the irony. Its life is exactly like mine. No clue how long it would last, or would it even?

The sight of a car approaching from the distance distracted me and I smile, a creepy one you might say. I could smell the persons' blood from a mile, the blood was infiltrated with fear.

My throat runs dry at the smell of blood, and I lose control over its overwhelming smell. It has been quite long since I had a taste of it. Maybe it is time - - time for a meal.

I sigh in content, finally!

I slowly walk up to the middle of the road, preparing for my act.

The car comes with a flashing speed and hits me, but that doesn't even hurt me. I've done this a thousand times already, but I fake my pain and fall down on the road, like a typical human would.

I see a man in his late forties with a balding head and a protruding stomach come rushing out of the car.

"Oh, my god. Are you alright?"

Yeah, like as if that wouldn't kill a person.

"Oh god. What did I do?" the poor guy says, holding his head in his hands.

I felt like I'm a spider spinning my act and he was the prey who fell right into it.

I slowly move my fingers to get his attention. 

I see him sigh. Poor soul! He thinks he has a chance to prove his innocence.

I open my mouth gasping for air and slowly turn over. His eyes following my every movement.

"I'll get the first aid kit," he says, turning around.

Now is my chance. 

I swiftly get up, follow my prey. I sneak up from behind and hold him hostage with my arms. I close his mouth with my palm lest he lets out a cry.

I slowly let my fangs sink in his neck. It feels like heaven, utter bliss.

Oh, warm blood. We finally meet.

I see him collapse after a few minutes. I could see his eyes open and even after his death his expression reflect what he feels - terrified.

Dang! This wasn't enough, I think I need more.

I pick up his wallet from his pocket and walk over to his car. I catch my reflection in the window and see blood dripping from my mouth and my shirt now soiled. 

Looks like I'll need fresh clothes.

I see that my green eyes turned a shade darker because of my hunger. My skin also looks like it caught a little tan. Maybe the sun wasn't a bad idea.