Every move you make.
I creep around the house, peeking into each room.
I know you're here. You're always here.
I'm greeted by nothing but silence and emptiness. Chewing my fingertips, I pause in the hallway.
Why is he hiding? Why has it been so hard to find him, lately?
I come back into the living room, plopping cross legged on the dirty carpet. On the coffee table, my magpie-like collection of belongings are spread around the wooden surface. I peer at a new addition, a small computer part, smuggled from the floor of Alex's Camry. The smallest smile sneaks onto my face, but seems to melt away just as quickly.
None of it is enough.
I sit on the carpet, still as the hours pass and the shadows crawl across the wall.
Every bond you break.
Every step you take.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up without warning. My spine stiffens, my senses becoming alert to every movement in the room. I breathe in through my nose, shivering when the scent hits me.
He's here.Keeping my eyes on the floor, I speak in a quiet tone.
"It's you, isn't it?"
I'll be watching you.
I feel his hand on my shoulder, the weight of it as familiar as it ever was. Without him asking, I rise to my feet.
"You came."His firm grip turns me to face him, his other hand lifting my chin so that I meet his cold gray eyes.
"You asked me to, monster."His voice, his stare, everything about him sends that old shock of terror through my system. But, beyond the terror is that sick sense of comfort. The familiarity of my blood on his breath.
"I'm lost. I...I don't know what is real anymore. You're...you're the only constant that I have."He pulls me close, clenching me in his embrace. His lips brush the side of my face, and I flinch despite the danger I know that can bring.
"You're shorn, little sheep. The flock departs, leaving the lamb to fend for herself."I shake my head.
Not what I want. Riddles and metaphors. I need...His hand slides from my shoulder, to my throat. His fingers dig into my flesh, as an edge creeps into his voice.
"I know what you need, monster. But, if you wish to skip the chase and go straight to the capture.."
He lifts me with one hand, his strength contradictory to his lithe frame. With little effort, he heaves me down, the coffee table smashing under me, my belongings scattering onto the floor. It's then that I realize how foolish I am. Once again, I strode headlong into my own destruction. He bends down, and I turn my face away. He ignores me, reaching for the notebook that's wedged under my right elbow.
"No!"
He strikes me in the face with the leather cover, cutting off my cry of disdain. His long fingers pick through the pages as he chuckles, low in his throat. His steely gaze leaves the pages, and falls on me. He tosses the book back down at my feet.
"You've been trying to forget me. Real, or not real?"
I swallow hard, wanting to lie. Even if the pages didn't confirm this, he would know.
"Y...yes."
He flicks his foot through the detritus of the shattered table, shaking his head.
"Ungrateful little pet. Ungrateful BRAT!"
His foot catches me in my ribs, and I feel something break, puncturing some vital organ than lay dormant in my torso. I attempt to lift myself up, and his foot comes down hard on my chest. Whimpering, I unwillingly look up at him.
"I make you, I CREATE you, and spit in my face! I guide you, and come when you call. I am the only one who has never left you to snivel and sob on your own!"
I try to sputter out a response, and he's on me in an instant. My body pinned under his, my wrist bones grinding in his fists, I beg in my head for him to let me go. He laughs in my face, his carrion breath pulled down my throat as I gasp, a hot fog in my lungs.
"No matter what you are, you will always be mine."
His jaws clamp into my neck, consuming me like the night he took my life. I grow weak, not even noticing as his weight is lifted from my body. Silently sobbing, the vitae slowing leaking from the wound on my neck, I realize that there is no screaming myself awake this time. I am conscious, and alone. I claw in the splinters around me, pulling close the bits of my belongings that I can reach.
I draw my knees to my chest and remain there, soaked in my own blood, until dawn.
Oh can't you see, you belong to me.
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