The Darkness Calls

The darkness so cold. I'm alone again the clock reads 3:00 A.M of all hours to awaken. I hear them outside my bedroom door they are thirsty. The smell it is so strong blood, death the same sickly sweet smell. I want to go with them to seek my revenge on the people that torture me to breath in their fear taste their blood but I have to say. Don't move says a voice in my head then the door opens slowly ever so slowly they come walking to my bed they are thirsty they ask me to come. Even if the little human part of me was fighting back it would have been pointless. I flow as I do every night the moon feels so good against my skin tomorrow I will regret it but tonight I live. So as we walk into town I hear the people as they fight, drink, and laugh. Their hearts beating it is to much to take but no not here not in the light so we walk on to the first ones house. The nice little family asleep in their rooms not a sound to be heard nor to be made I slip in slowly I walk to the first ones room and just as I'm about to dine a noise from behind stops me I turn only to be faced with the leader of this group a knife drawn high "I'm sorry my dear but you are weak and answer to the thirsty to easily so you must die." The knife so sharp as it breaks my skin deep in my heart it goes now as i fall to the ground bleeding dieing i wish for a second Chance a chance to prove I'm not really a monster but soon it grows dark and soon I am dead.