The Day is Done

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When the Day was Done

I woke to the sound of my heart pumping slowly.

I felt my lungs take a couple of ragged breaths. My eyelids, sticky with blood and crust, were swollen shut.

I was laying on my side, my hands bound behind me. I felt the cold dirt floor scratch roughly against my cheek.

I laughed briefly, coughed, and laughed again.

I was alive!

I heard him move. He grabbed my long hair, pulling me up towards him.

“You laugh?”

I didn’t respond, moving my fingers behind me one by one. Only a few seemed broken.

I heard him breathing hard as he studied me. I waited, patiently.

He snorted and threw me down in disgust. My head bounced against something fleshy and rotting.

I gave quick thanks I couldn’t see.

I heard him, again. He paced in front of me. Then around me.

“You should see yourself.”

He stopped. I turned my head to his sounds.

He said again, louder. “You should see yourself.”

“You are pathetic.”

“You are weak.”

I shook my head, gave a short, raspy laugh.

He growled.

His footsteps came closer.

I tried shakily to stand. I was able to kneel with one leg, hunching over as my broken ribs slicing into my lungs.

“When you look at me…”

I coughed again, and felt something wet and thick slide loose.

I paused, feeling him loom over me. I smiled softly. “When you look at me you are blind.“

He hissed.

I felt a sharp blow against my head. I fell, hard.

Weakly, I managed to sit up again. I turned and spit out blood and pieces of my own flesh.

Soon.

I heard him gather his tools.

I shivered. Very very soon.

I felt something sharp glide against the contours of my face. Thick rivers of blood trailed down my cheeks.

“You have lasted longer then all my other playthings, “ he whispered. He ran his finger along the slit in my cheek. “I am so glad I found you.”

I laughed.

I laughed and laughed and laughed as I felt the sun set.

My body trembled joyously, fleshly wounds healing quickly.

I slid easily from my bindings and stood.

I turned to him, face sharpened to deathly beauty, glistening fangs protruding from my opened mouth.

He stood, frozen. An innocent looking thing, downy cheeks and cherub face. He held a cross and a wooden stake in a rigid hand. His clothes were stained with layers of gore.

I willed him to come closer and embraced him, holding his head tenderly against me.

My tongue slipped out and greedily licked the blood from his face.

I took his hand in mine. “Watch,” I whispered into his ear.

I opened his mind, showing him some of the things I had done to his kind. All the fun I would do to him.

So much time, now that the day was done.

I broke his wrists, gently.

He screamed out wildly against my bosom, fighting against me, shaking with fear and pain and rage and the promise of so much more pain.

I laughed delightedly, and held him closer, patting his soft golden hair.

He trembled.

I blew out the lights and grinned in the darkness.

I nuzzled his ear, my fangs trailing his cheek.

“Now, you see me.”

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