C11| Humans

Melanie went completely still. She thought I was serious, that she could survive if she killed her own father.

I have never been more disgusted with human beings than I have in the last 3 days. It seems there is not one good person among any of my so called God fearing neighbours.

How could I have been so naive. So blind to the true faces of everyone I'd ever known. Was I really that oblivious to the world around me and the monsters who paraded as people in it. I had became a creature of the night come to exact revenge on the wrongs of man.

But was it really my place to do so?

Did it make me just like them, that I was had stained my hands with there filthy blood, that I let them pollute my blood with hatred and pain.

Should I not have left judgement to God?

Doubt crept in, freezing me in place staring glassy eyed at Melanie Redford the girl I tricked myself into thinking was my friend, who I knew and trusted.

"I- I d-d" Her pale lips trembled fumbling over the words on her tongue.

"Do-n't want to, d-die. Ppp-please." Evan chuckled in her ear as she begged me for her life.

Ah, death. I had almost forgotten, that place of absolute nothing.

Oppressive and infinite, that was my judgement. There was punishment for self defence, even after death and if this new existence of mine was doom to end back in that place of eternal terror.

Then I might as well bath in the blood of these people who turn to beasts the second they smell your weakness. These men who murder their own children to save their own skin, their reputation.

These women who leave their child alone and ignorant to the world men, then abandon them when they protect themselves.

If God would only punish them in life after death, that's His choice.

But I would not wait for Him.

I wanted to them to pay... Now!

"Then kill him!" I spoke through gritted teeth.

"Killed him like he me!" Evan met my eye with a look of pure fascination, as if he had just made the discovery of a lifetime.

"Yes. Do it and you'll live." He whispered against the rounded tip of Melanie's ear.

It was a slow shaky process on Melanie's part, lifting herself off the floor and standing on trembling legs. It took even longer for her to walk herself down the stairs weeping silently the entire way to the locked door of her fathers study.

I could smell the rich fresh blood coming all over the house, heady in its deliciousness. It came from the dining room where someone had been packing the dishes away then downstairs where I am sure my sire slaughter all the household staff but it was the slow and steady sound of dripping blood, damn near drove me to distraction.

Shaking my head at the overload to my sense I smiled at the closed door in front of me. Michael Redford Senior sat awaiting his death behind this door. His heart beating wildly in his chest as it pumped fear through his veins. He’d heard the screams from upstairs and probably down here too.

“How come he hasn’t run yet?” I ask Evan pushing Melanie into the door as I twist to face my deadly handsome creator.

“Oh, you’ll see.” He smirks, then glances at the snivelling piece of trash that is Melanie Redford.

“Well,” Evan gestures to the door Melanie uses to hold herself upright.

“Open it!”