Night Monologue

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The chirping of the blueish birds worry me, an indication that dawn is near, but I don’t dare to slow my pace. Midnight is fading away, taking what little humanity I have away from me.
Soon, a poor family will wake to see that their son has disappeared from his bedroom. They will be left to mourn alone, cursing the monster that stole him away as they will have every right to.
It is only during nights like this that I see myself for what I truly am, and I abhor it. A monster, first by blood, and then by choice, a vampire.
I shudder, picking up my pace.
I still remember the day I arrived here, disgusted—no, horrified—by the changes in myself. That night had been the worst, when I willed myself not to believe in any of it. I thought that it …show more content…

I was wrong, however. There was no end to the nightmare, no waking up. I am locked forever within mist, never sleeping, but never truly awake, hiding from the cruelty that is daytime.
Of course, it is not only the day that is cruel. The fault lies with me, a criminal hiding from justice.
I chuckle harshly at the thought. Even I imagine myself as a criminal.
It is the truth, is it not?
My gaze drifts to a raven perched on a branch, staring back slyly. Perhaps it is as much of an outcast as I am—as alone. My eyes drop in disgust as the raven takes flight, stretching out its shining black wings haughtily.
The bird is mocking me. Such a furtive creature, not unlike myself, but free. It has everything I so desperately want but can never have.
It’s ironic, so very ironic, how easily I wither in the light I dream about, how even the smallest ray will put an end to me. All the same, I find the day beautiful. It is the one thing that will coax me out of the safety of darkness and for a simple glimpse, at that.
I am not as unfeeling as the rest of my frozen kind, that care only for their bloodshed. It seems so very unfair that I cannot even be a proper monster. Then again, when has this world ever been

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