Shadow of the Night
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What is it about her that makes me feel so cold? A shadow I am drawn to by a powerful force I cannot seem to escape. She comes to me only at night, leading me to places I have never seen, filling my senses with a burning desire. For what, I am not sure. She speaks to me without words, a silent whisper on a midnight breeze that is not to be ignored.
She comes to me in shadow, wrapping me in a darkness I have never known. A fire inside of me burns low, one that I cannot extinguish. She shows me things I could have never imagined before. Things that only the most insane would dare dream. Images of tortured souls begging, pleading for mercy at the mere sight of me. I cannot begin to imagine the pain I must have inflicted on them all, being as I had no memory of them.
The more I see, the more the flames inside me grow, licking my heart, burning all pity for these creatures before me. I try to fight what has come over me, the sudden urge to harm, the need for the sight of blood, the painful cries of my victims as I rip into them unmercifully, stealing the life from them for a moment's pleasure before moving on to the next.
Finally I am left alone, back in my own bed as sunlight filters through my windows. Could my journey have only been a simple dream? No it must have been real, as the desire is still inside of me, and for the first time I realize I am not human. I am a creature, a demon, a shadow of the night.
