The Hunt

When I fell from her finger, the one that she had lifted my 
whole body by, I fell harshly, and felt the ground quickly 
rise up to my ass.  If I still was human it would have hurt 
like hell, but I was on longer that way.  I quickly got back 
to my feet, and could feel the hole in my throat heal within 
seconds.  I looked her in the eye, and she was staring back 
at me.

"Now, Let's Hunt"

I could barely keep up with her speed as she lead me from the 
suberbs where I had grown up, and she took me into the city.  
I've been there before, hell, who hasn't when they grow up in 
the suberbs, but I never had dared to go downtown at night.  
Not to the clubs.  I was never of age, and they had creeped me 
out there.  Those Goth's, sure I admired them for their freedom, 
but at the same time I was afraid to open myself up like them.  

But now was different.  Now, I was free.  I was no longer alive 
to live amongst those rules.  I no longer breath, unless I work 
at it.  I no longer eat unless I practiced and could stomach it.  
I was and am now still free, in a sense, like the Goth's who 
went to that club.  No, that's wrong.  I was not free like them. 
They freed themselves through there clothing.  I was freed both 
body, and socially.  I was stronger than them inside, and out.

Now They were just my food, and I was the hunter.

She took me to a club called Neo.  It was filled with Goth's 
dressed all in black leather, and with the woman that was great,
but when it came to the men.  Well they liked to show off more 
than I wanted to see.  So I tortured them.  She tought me how.  
She taught me to look for those dark ones who liked to hide from 
the light.  She taught me how to exploit them for their love.

My first Goth, his name was Blad.  I found him in the dark corner
listening to the dark moody music that the band played.  He was 
grooving to it in his own sort of dark and brooding way.  I 
approached him, and looked into his eyes.  I thought that like 
the movies I could manipulate him, and force him to go outside 
to the alley.  

He just laughed at my glare to him.

"Take a picture.  It will last longer."

I reached out, and broke his neck in one motion.  I can't stomach
a smart ass.

I took his blood, and left him dead, for someone to find once the 
place closed for the night.  Until then, he would never be seen in
that dark corner.  

But as I left that dark corner, my mind stayed there.  Sure, I 
killed my family out of rage, but this guy, Brad, I killed just 
because.  

What was I becoming?