Out Of My Mind And Into The Darkness
Running through the forest, the sound of my heart beating hard against my chest the only thing that I can hear, and the branches of the dead trees stretching low and scratching my face, although the pain felt miniscule compared to the fear in my mind as I ran faster than I had ever ran before. I knew that the creature was following, and I knew that running was pointless and desperately doomed to fail me as an escape, but right now the only thing that my body wanted to do was run.
The ground was covered with shallow puddles, which splashed up my legs as my feet hit the ground harder with each step.
The thoughts clouding my head as I effortlessly glided towards my victim were that of wondering. I wondered why he was running so hard and so fast to try to escape. The moon shone through the trees and faintly lighted up the rough path that my victim had chosen to take. The arms of the trees bent out of my way as I moved through the ancient forest, where trees stood that are older than me. Their roots ran deep into the ground, and would be hard to unearth, even for an immortal such as myself. But my attention was pulled from my quick distraction, back to my victim. He was slowing and becoming more and more frightened as the pursuit continued deeper into the forest.
My mind was so focused on simply running, and getting away from that creature, I had not noticed the large gash on my leg that was bleeding furiously, and flowing down onto the mossy ground leaving a trail of blood for the creature to follow. The creature was that of the unnatural, I was certain of that. No human could have looked at me with the same hunger and strength that that creature did not so long ago…
I thought of as a game. A game of survival. I knew that my victim would think of it as murder. If he was to starve to the point of near death, and a helpless bird was to fly oblivious of any danger, into his home he would definitely kill and eat to survive. Why should it be any different for me? I do not hold any sort of grudge against this man. Nor would I feel the urge to kill him if it were any reason other than to feed.
I could feel the creature advancing behind me. I could hear certain noises that I could not hear before… I suddenly felt as though I could fight this creature, with hope of succeeding. This urge to turn around grew stronger as I did not stop myself from slowing to an almost halt. My feet slowed and I even caressed a small flower that was leaning down from a nearby tree.
A strange sensation arose in me as I sensed the prey slowing… I could smell small amounts of confidence growing somewhere inside him…as if he was a worthy opponent for me to engage battle with.
I slowly turned and stared at the ground, my mind filling with rage. I felt so much of nothing but anger, it was overwhelming and I almost lost balance. I stared into the dark opening of trees where I could hear the creature approaching.
I started to move slower, the moon light thrown messily onto my victim. I took time to study his details. His hair was short and brown, falling around his slightly tanned face. He had scratches on his face from where the trees had sliced into his skin. I could still see the fear in his eyes and then I knew that the courage I thought I smelt was a failed attempt for him to reassure himself of safety.
The closer the creature moved towards me, the colder and darker the forest seemed to became. I looked up at the creature…and I knew that I would lose.
Lose my fight. Lose my life. Lose my soul.
I advanced on him, slower and slower. Biding my time and making him linger on my every movement, my every step, my every breath as I drew air deeper and deeper into me. Now I could smell his fear. I could see the veins in his neck, pulsating harder each time his heart beat. I will have him. In a sense, I already do. He is powerless against me.
Now I could feel the cool night air on my neck. I knew that to the creature this was as a fox hunt is. Making slow but sure movements, and letting no emotion show on his pale, pure white dead face.
I moved closer and breathed in the fear. Breathed in the scent of a scared and lost soul. I thrive on this feeling of power and control. Now I was in an arms length of my victim.
“Good Evening.” I said in a calm, collected voice.
“You shall be my last victim. My last feast. My last kill. Because I have spent the first years of my Vampire life selfishly taking lives, making so many suffer without any remorse. I am looked upon in a vile manner. I had no choice. I am what I am against my own will. Forever and a day shall I hear the screams of my victims echo in my mind. And now I shall feast on your blood. But I shall continue to feed until your heart stops and finally I am dealt death. I will be in eternal darkness. It is where I belong.”
As he walked closer and closer to me, I felt suddenly so cold and alone to the point where I wanted to let out a final scream. Just one more grasp towards being a human being. I would have screamed, yelled and howled, if it weren’t for the paralysing agony I was feeling as the creature lifted me up by the throat and held me close to his face, so that I could see his dark, cold, empty eyes.
I bent his neck over to one side, and smelt his skin. Felt his body at the mercy of me. I sank my teeth into his cold neck and felt the warm liquid run past my lips and into my veins. I felt his heart beat against mine. Once more I felt so alive, as if I was once more human, and once more I felt invincible. As his heart started to slow, I had the instinctive urge to let go. But I knew that this time would be different. This one last time I got to feel this way. A sinking feeling followed as his heart finally stopped. I dropped the corpse to the ground and staggered into the darkness…
I groped around in search for something to offer me stability. I found nothing. I crawled on the ground until I hit something hard which stopped me from moving any further. I looked up and made out the shape of a gravestone. A gravestone with my name inscribed into it.
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