Edge of Darkness Part 12

The world once again left to the human vermin that plagued its skin. I looked once again into the eyes of the woman. The darkness lay in her just like in mine laid in wait. I was not human and yet he wanted me to be human and live in their world. I wanted to look into a crystal ball and see the world. I wanted to see if there would be ever a place for eternal darkness. There was no crystal ball and their would be no future for me no matter what I wanted. The darkness that was my soul held me fast to the never ending desire for emptiness. The soul wanted me to let go. What did I have left to let go of? The heat from the light burned into me. I needed to be cool and let nothing but shadows over take me. There was no going back, the past was the past. I could not change what I had done and I would no longer apologies for being me. I was death and the one thing humans always needed and was a part of their cycle was death.

I moved away from the room leaving him there clinging to life. He had stolen life just like me. He was as much as a vampire as I am. There would be no moving tears for me. I had work to do. He was right that I needed to move on, but he was wrong about one thing humans were nothing. They were a means to an end. I was going to get Ginger and then find a way to kill myself and the darkness that my flesh encases. Turn off all emotions. Emotions were the death of me. They let others live when I should have killed them. I trudged my feet into my room shutting out the world. I walked into the bathroom. Shards of the mirror lay in the sink stained by a light film of darkness. I picked up a piece wrapping my hands firmly around it shedding more of my darkness into the white sink. Drop, drop the blood ran cold against my flesh like cool water in a broken tap. I raised my arm and started to carve on the inside of it. This would never be allowed to heal until I was dead. I carved along my skin dragging the mirror shard digging it in deeper to spell out his name. The blood flowed freely from my arm rushing cold over my arm. The darkness covered the silver pieces. Pieces reflected bits of light making the darkness sparkle.

I closed my eyes wanting to shut it out. The memory coming to me unwanted. It was his. The silver reflection in the door as he watched me. The redness covering my face. Oh I had wished he had never seen that. I could feel his body as if it were my own. He looked at my hand wanting to reach out to it. He breathed me in deep. I was still human. I needed to get free. I could not have these. I could not dream about his desires when he was gone. My eyes thick with darkness. I tried to hold my breath to make the tears stop. “Stop!” I dug my nails into his freshly carved name. No more past, and no more Ryan. This was the begging of letting him go. It would be slow I knew that. It would be a cold sun burning off the snow. There was nothing that was of substance between us. There was no us. Ryan was human and I the monster in the closet. I let go of his memory looking into the shards covered by darkness to see the monster I was.

I turned on the cold water. I needed to get cleaned up. I needed to leave him behind along with the life I once had. The life I had thrown away more than once. The shower was cold on my skin. I had not even bothered to get undressed. I leaned against the wall. My knees gave out and I slowly sunk into the tub. The darkness flowing from me trying to heal the damage. I was going to be hungry soon. I would stay in until night could cover the world. I did not need to get any more thirsty due to the sunlight. I looked at the jagged name carved into my skin. It was one step above a prison cut, jagged and ragged. The lonely truth was that this would not change anything. It would just be the reminder why I was going to kill her and everything she loved.

Darkness swept over the world. It was time to hunt. I left the cold water feeling the breeze of a warm summer attacking me. The smell of the dry grass moved through the breeze. It was time to hunt. He was not here. I changed clothes. Surprisingly he had left clothes for me. I closed my eyes and took in the air to smell what was out there. Fresh food, too bad their was no delivery service. Well the pizza man if he did not get lost would be a welcome meal. Ginger. I had to remember this was just temporary. I had to kill her and make sure it was as painful as possible. With clothes on I left my room not looking into her eyes but to the waiting world. The door opened with no pressure and the sound of the heartbeats sang to me like listening to the opera. Each sound diverse and beautiful as it would be in its death. It was so close to me. I knew it was searching for its prey. Too bad for it I would be hunting it instead of it hunting me. I breathed in deep the smell. My fangs ready to bite. That was the only warmth I wanted, fresh human blood.

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