Awakened

The silent air that cooled the blood that passed out of his mouth. His piercing blue eyes seem ferrous, but calm. He had made no sound other than the flap of my flesh between his teeth. I could hear nothing but the silence that surrounded me and my heartbeat that was slowing. The blood warmed his cold lips, and tongue that licked my neck to get the blood. The coarseness of his tongue felt like sandpaper rubbing up against me. I made no movements, not even to fight off the unwanted attack. I welcomed the death he was bringing. I think I wanted it more than he did. He never looked me in the eyes, maybe because I would wound his thoughts of me as meat or an animal. I did sense that he felt I was week. I may have been unwanted by others, but he had chosen me. He chose me to be made part of him. I would become part of his soul. His cold hands that caressed my dying body made it seem more alive then it had ever been. His touch was gentle and innocent. His purpose of killing was no worse than my purpose of killing an animal to survive. He was hungry and I was nothing more than an animal to him. The moon for a moment caught his eyes, and they glimmered in the night sky. I realized that I was falling in love with him, the man that would bring my death. His dark hair fell over my face and it seemed so perfect. The more my heartbeat slowed, the closer we got to touching the ground as if he was putting me to rest. I wanted to be nowhere else but in his arms. I wanted him more than I did anyone I had even met. I no longer waited for him to kill me. I pushed him off, something he was not expecting. I felt the need to fight. I would not die for his pleasure, but for his love. I wanted my attacker. I pulled from my bag that I had dropped, a small knife. I pierced his cold flesh over and over. He pulled back spilling his blood on my shirt and on the knife. He left me there in the cold moonlight and silence returned. My heartbeat slowed more and more. I tried to pull my shirt off to use it to stop the blood pulsing out of my neck from my external jugular vein. His blood mixed with mine. I heard it slow more and more. I had fallen to the ground without knowing it. I wanted the attacker to return to finish what he started but I knew he would not. I had wounded him and he had fled. I no longer felt like I was the animal that he thought I was. I felt that I was a person, and that I was as good as him. I looked at the cloudy moonlit sky and waited for death, alone and cold.

The cold enveloped my senses and made me sick. A pain ran over my body making me want to curl up and scream. I had no strength for either. I wanted the noise in my mind that I made to ring out in the ears of my attacker, my love. Then as soon as it had come it passed. The quiet of the ground seemed to only welcome it more to call it back. I listened for anything. I heard nothing. I realized that not even my heart was beating. I was dead. Pain had come and gone. I thought it was what death felt like, only now I realized it was not the pain of death, but the pain of new life. He had killed me and made me alive at the same time. I was free from the binds of everyday life. I only felt hunger at that moment. I easily could move now. I felt more of the pataticent night then I realized. It became alive in the way I heard the heartbeats of those that would be my victims. There had been a woman close to me, so close she could have done something. I could only feel the rage that would drive me to her. The rage pulled her close to me. It made it seem easier this way. The rage I felt made killing her justified. She became nothing to me. I now saw how I had become nothing to him. I wanted more to feed from. I left her dying body before she could fight back. I moved on to the next in the large park. I cared not for the rules anymore. I never wanted to be good, or to feel anything. I wanted more death, more life for me. My victims had become the point of my rage. They were alive and I wanted to feel their heartbeat in my chest. I wanted their life. I was helpless against the feeling as I tore from one person to another. When the last was down I realized that everyone in the park had died. I had killed them all. The blood they gave seemed not enough. I needed the blood of my creator. I needed his blood, and his life. I need the silence of his presence more than the death that now surrounded me.

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