The Beast Inside

Life is a sea of blood,
And I'm drowning in it.
My head goes under,
All I see is red.

My mouth opens,
As if to scream out,
All my pain and rage,
And I taste the salt.

That taste,
The wondrous taste,
And my eyes snap open,
The beast is awakened.

I feel it in me,
Hungry and searching,
Searching for its birthright,
The blood it lives for.

It looks around,
Still searching,
Ever searching,
And yet never finding.

And suddenly,
The search is over,
And as it springs forward,
We are one and the same.

I jump as it jumps,
I feel what it feels,
I smell the same blood,
I sense the same fear.

We spring out of the bloody ocean,
Locking our vision on our prey,
Giving chase as he runs,
Desperately trying to save his unworthy life.

I feel the thrill of the chase,
Just as it does,
And the adrenaline rushes through my veins,
Or is it the beast’s veins?

We catch the poor stupid little man,
Admiring the way his breath already shudders,
In and out,
And his heart beat slips away.

We pull him up
And I feel a striking need,
It pulls at me,
Gripping me so hard it almost knocks me over.

But the beast inside keeps me up,
Embracing me,
Holding me up,
As we pierce the skin.

I feel the pop
Of teeth ripping into flesh,
And we take the first extraordinary sip,
Which only serves to pull at need more.

We jump to attention
At the newfound energy
As the life flows from him and into us,
Making us all one for a brief moment.

Then it is over.
The human is drained of all life essence
And only we are left,
Left still experiencing the joys and sorrows of our first kill.

It is unlike anything ever before.
Everything is perfect.
“It will get better”
The beast tells me.

And it does.
Each time we kill
It feels more exquisite than the last,
More inviolate than the first.

Soon there are more like us.
We choose carefully who stays,
Only the best of the best,
And only the loyal remain.

We are ruthless,
Hunting down those who defy,
Torturing all that dare challenge us,
Proving we are all powerful.

But soon comes the day
When we are outwitted,
Betrayed by one of our own,
My son, my own Lucifer.

He comes upon us
In our weakened state,
Just after we finish a feed,
The short-lived blood rushing through us.

He finds his opportunity,
And goes in for the kill,
Pulling out a silver stake,
Ramming into my now blackened heart.

And as I wither away to nothing,
I feel the fury within the beast.
It wants revenge, it wants to kill,
And all I want is my life back.

 
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