My way

When I ran from the room, it was my way. I broke her heart because I had to be a free Child of the Night. It was my way. It was my way when I took my first victim. It was my way when I burned what was left of her body with my powers.

It was my way, my way…. Always, My Way. Years later after I left her, she came back to me, saying I was her way, and only hers. She didn’t care about My Way, insisting that I was wrong, My Way or not. I ran again, afraid for myself for the first time in my life of 10 years as a vampire. I was afraid, because this time, it was Her Way.

I later came crawling back to her, begging to be killed or helped. She only smiled and reached out her hand to me. I took it, and she pulled me up. She wrapped her arms around me and whispered, “Which do you want, life, or death?” I whispered back, “Which do you want?” She bared her neck as I slid out my fangs. I could hear her blood beat, beat, beat through her heart as I sliced through her gentle skin and sucked hard, pulling more of her blood into me. After I finished, I was not sure of what time it was, and I curled up before her fireplace, ashamed to come back to my Mistress to beg her for my life. Me, ashamed!

Just before sleep came to me in the morning, she placed something small and warm on me, and I looked to find a kitten on my shoulder, struggling weakly to unfasten its claws from my shoulder. Her face appears in front of me and smiles, “Now, I shall teach you life, and my way.” I wish I’d have died well before then, but I’ve adjusted. There’s no more running and hiding, and I can stand up to anything against me. I’ve narrowly escaped the humans for the time being as I write this, but they’ll come. They always do. They always seek knowledge not theirs. But don’t worry fellow immortal and semi-mortal, I’ll prevail. After all, it is the Way. May the Dark Goddess bless me and you equally and let your cup runneth over with the warm of a life’s blood.

By The Evil Cheezman

Purveyor of sacred truths and purloined letters; literary acrobat; spiritual godson of Edgar Allan Poe, P.T. Barnum, and Ed Wood; WAYNE MILLER is the head architect of EVIL CHEEZ PRODUCTIONS, serving up the finest in entertainment and edification for the stage, the page, and the twain screens, silver and computer. He is the axe-murderer who once met Andy Griffith.