277th Post

A low growl fills the darkened room.

Fangs that gleam in the moonlight.

A rustle of clothes.
A flash of a shadow.

In one swift movement.
My fangs bear down on the neck.
Upon this poor unfortunate victim.

As i drink my fill.
I can almost hear the life ebbing away.
Like how the light fades into darkness.

To me.
This is just basic survival.

But to others?

Merely a demon.
That feeds on the blood of others.

But if one allows me to speak the truth.

Yes.
We feed on blood.
But never on the innocent.

Yes.
We walk by the path of the moon.
Never knowing the beauty of the day.

No.
We do not look like the demons.
That are depicted in books.

But rather.
We have the features of an angel.

Pale.
With a preternatural glow.
That covers our skin.

Humans have given us many names.
But it doesn't matter to me.

For i am merely a silent witness.

Locked in a permanent field of stasis.
Never to age another second.

Locked in anguish.
That is fueled by eons of frustrations and failures.

Locked in sadness.
That is fueled by eons of bearing fatal amounts of mental pain.

I grow discouraged as the nights pass.

Who knows.
Each night could be my last night.

As i might just hurl my broken body.

Smiling.
Laughing.

Into a sea of flames.

That will serve perfectly as a funeral pyre.
For my final resting place.

Amen.