Awakened.....part 2

I moved quietly among the dead picking up my bag and collecting the dead's possessions that would allow me to know them. I wanted to know each person as I now knew their blood. The pictures, and the memories seemed to help me to forget them, and let my conscious rest. I felt more and more alone with each passing moment. I still wanted my attacker, and what he was. I for a moment lost all thought and went back to his lips that touched my neck with a feverous hunger and a tongue that moved more blood into his mouth. The sandpaper feeling seemed more lovely now that it was a memory. His eyes seemed unreal and the thought of them calmed for a moment the pain I felt for him. I wanted only his approval now for the bodies that lay down on the ground. I wanted the silence to grace me once more that had passed away with the moment he chose me. No more did I feel like a human. I felt more than I had ever. A rush and sensation of pain came over me and then nothing.

She had been my victim but I knew not why the young woman had awoken. The wound I had left her with should have killed her. The beauty I had seen in her seemed more alive now that she had cross over. I watched her die, I felt the pain she had and waited for the release that came with every victim. She never released from life. It seemed even now that she lay still in my arms that life still clings to her. I had no way of stopping her hunger for those in the park. I did feel the rage and emotions she felt. I could hear her soul scream for every victim but then when has one ever had a soul. It has always been part of my new life, the loss of life and soul. I accepted it with the pass of time and the realizations that came from eternity in the same body with no soul. Why did she still have the smell of life clinging to her is the only question I now asked myself. She had become one but had not died completely. I held her sleeping body close to me not wanting her to escape. I moved silently to my basement apartment across the street. The old Tudor seemed sad to see me return. I walked down the long narrow steps with the green wallpaper that was falling off.

"Twenty years it will last, ha I only wish." I whispered as I walked past the wallpaper that had been there only a year.

She moved and I knew she would wake soon. I had nothing to hit her again with. I moved quicker and quicker down the stairs, till I saw my room. The arched door entrance seemed only to remind me of home. I flicked on the light outside my door. I grabbed the keys from my back pocket in my plain blue jeans. I fumbled with the multitudes of keys until I found the right one. I unlocked the door with her still slightly moving in my arms. I opened the blue door and walked in tossing the keys on a table to my right. I walked pass the living room into the only room I had, my bedroom. The scarlet paint seemed more inviting with her then it did with me. She seemed to bring life to my room. The smashed mirror still stood in the corner over the biro. The cherry word of my bed seemed even a little more inviting to sleep in. The pillows that pay on the unmade bed would bring her head some comfort. I laid her on the bed silently, but the bed creaked with a welcome. I quickly found my chains under my bed and chained her writs down to the two posts that connected to the headboard. I pulled off her sandals and covered her with my sheets and blanket. The ice blue of the comforter seemed to blend nicely with her dark brown hair. I felt for a moment a weakness for her. I covered her mouth for the moment with tape, in hopes she would not make a loud scream. I waited for her to awake, even if she would want my death.

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