Winter

I scraped the last bits of what i assumed to be his brains out of his skull leaving him literally and empty shell of what could have been a man. Liberated at last! I no longer linger in the cool autumn days where the pains of this world can be forgotten with a simple breeze. No, the autumn days have given way to winter nights where the beasts in our beds are sweet lovers with wicked wills. Winter nights where the wolves may hunt. Winter nights in which the demons in your head are libel to join you for a stroll. Winter nights, damning your dreams. Liberated, No, not liberated trapped. Everything i could have been, surrendered, the price of a life is a life, and i offered his.1

"Good" he was handsome, a tall man of perhaps thirty had he been alive. I was still sitting on top of the body. The blood covered me from head to toe, but what bothered me were the bits of flesh stuck beneath my nails. I felt his hand on my shoulder. "You did what i asked. Most people can't bring themselves to harm an innocent child, but you obviously understand the brutality needed to survive the ages." I nodded "I'll do whatever you ask." "It's such a shame." "What is?" I asked. "If you would have spared the child i would have spared you, but you have earned your death." He was calm and i thought it was a joke up until he sunk his fangs into my neck. "I'm gonna make this hurt." with that simple statement he ripped a large chunk of my throat out. lying there dying in the street next to my victim soaked in blood i realized how much i respected the sadistic bastard, and how happy i was to die by his hands.