The man gazed down at the body stretched before him.
Sheâ€™d been a pretty thing. A bit scrawny, perhaps, but with
the makeup removed and her face in sleepâ€™s repose, she had
the bare, otherworldly look of an angel.
Then again, he always saw his brides that way. Sisters of
Mercy. Chaste, docile, patiently awaiting the intimate
piercing that would join them forever.
He stroked her arm, caressing the limb from the shoulder
all the way down to the wrist, watching the play of vein and
artery below the soft skin. The sight thrilled himâ€”as much
for its own sake as for what he knew was coming.
He tried to prolong the moment, to control his breathing
and the rising excitement. Before he learned to have power
over his impulses heâ€™d squandered the precious fluid. Even
now he could wait only a few seconds. Compelled, he found
the blue v336ein still pulsing in her arm, gently, carefully
squeezed the needle in, and began the ritual. As the bags
filled with the deep claret blood, his heart fill with a
fevered, zealous devotion. In that moment, he would have
done almost anything for the creature in front of him.
He crooned a soft hymn as he drained her. Brushed the
hair back from her pale, pale skin. Sweet child. Sweet,
There would always be things in this world that cannot be
explained. Just as there would always be people who tried to
explain it. A bad childhood. A bad set of genes. Godâ€™s will.
He smiled. Or the Devilâ€™s.
But the fact was, the most important things had no
explanation. Life and death were true mysteries.
But as humans we werenâ€™t just empty bottles whipped down
the road by the wind. We could take action. We could spurt
seed into a fertile womb, or steal air from healthy lungs.
In this way we became the myth ourselves. The Creator.
The Destroyer. The One who Acts.
Not because we hate or love, but because we can.
There was no better reason for doing what he did.
Because he could. Like God, the ultimate actor.
Just as it pleased God throughout the ages to slaughter
the innocent, it pleased him to watch the life seep out of
his silent sacrifice.
When it was done, and her heart had stopped, he secured
her gift in the cooler, dating it carefully.
Then he kissed her serene forehead and her bloodless
lips, picked up the blade, and carved out her eyes.