Finding You

The end of the beggining

Taking a sniff, that putrid smell engulfed my senses as my eyes scanned the entire village.  The crackling sound of fire was the only thing that could be seen and heard.

My eyes that was once a deep blue sea is now looking through piercing red eyes.  My clothes no longer portrayed its vibrant viewing, instead it was coated in a crimson red rose covering me from head to toe.  Much like tonight's bright red moon.

I couldn't help but think to myself how beautiful the color looked especially when one relishes its fine physics and yet be sadden by it. 

The stench was now becoming overbearing as my senses now becoming dull.

Slowly walking over the dead corpses that lay beneath my feet, I made sure each one dead while my claws retract to its former place. 

My tongue grazing over my teeth and fangs, licking the remnants of their flesh.

Skin that was once fair was now stained in their own blood.

How could this have happened?  I couldn't help myself, I couldn't stop myself.  What had to be done and I just had to.

Lifting up my head, my nose inhaled sniffing a particular smell I had grown fond of over these past few years.

Following that smell, my eyes widen while my feet had carried me towards that smell I once grew to like now nothing but a rotting carcass.

Tears had trickled down my face.  'I'm crying.' With my index finger, I began to rub my sore eyes while stretching my sore muscles.

My gaze lowered itself as I kneel next to a slain body.  Like a lifeless ragged doll, I sobbed. 

I knew for a fact this was inevitable after all this is in my nature.

My fingers trailing the face, lips cold as ice, skin marred with scars from my own self that I had inflicted.

It wasn't just one person, it was an entire village.  Men, women, and of course children.

I had let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding until now.

Each one either headless, or heart less.  Yes I either decapitated them or ripped out their hearts.  Which ever one was the easiest.

Unfortunately, none of this was easy.

Leaning forward, blood coated its face as my tongue had licked it off tasting it, savoring it.  The last time that I will ever savor in remembrance of what had transpired today.

How did it come to this?  This was no ordinary kill.  No, this was a massacre, a blood bath and I admit somewhat inside of me is guilty.  Oh who am I kidding, I will always feel the regret, the shame, the disappointments.

Guilty because my hands are coated with blood, their blood. 

Looking at the person before me, I weeped. 

My right hand held its chin as the other held the body down.

Slowly and with a little force I pulled them in the opposite direction, removing its head from its body.

I know it may seem cruel but it had to be done.

My hands trembling as I had held the head in the palm of my hands, facing it towards me, eye level hoping it would open its eyes one last time.

Instead, it was breathless, all of them are. 

Their homes now nothing but burnt ashes as the fire raged on. 

Gathering their bodies one by one towards the center of their town, each one made sure no one is left alive, I had burned them to nothing but cinders.