Chapter 1

Underneath my bare feet is a mistake. A mistake no one can forgive. A mistake no one can forget. Underneath my bare feet lays him. A soulless, lifeless, heartless, cold and pale body filled with nothing but emptiness. Underneath my bare feet is a part of me that kept me human; a best friend the world mistakenly let go of. His name was Killian Micks. His death is what inspired my first blood thirsty kill. I didn’t know his name; I didn’t bother. All I knew was he was a killer and one of his victims was Killian. I remember the screams he cried, the sorry he gave, the blood that spilled and the final moment his dark brown eyes shut. His blood was the first blood that touched my lips. Death was proud of me that night. He took me under his wing and raised me to grow into his footsteps. I was the youngest then, but I became the most powerful and feared. Killian was the first human soul I didn’t take; he was the first human I gave a small trust to after my human years ended.

He knew my secret and yet he stayed; he didn’t leave me even when I was blood thirsty. I remember the day I told him what I am, we spent all day and night talking about it. I remember how he didn’t show me much of any sort of fear the moment I told him. The only thing that changed in him was the way he looked at me. I remember the prefect shade of blue feared into grey. I swore to protect his soul and his life, but I failed him one December night. I can’t go back to the night like I usually can and I have no idea why. So I whispered for my master to come walk the still cold earth. There I stood hearing the wind swish in fear and animals scatter. "My son," He calls to me as he steps closer to me and Killian’s grave. His footsteps were light and hallow but yet the Autumn Leaves still rattled and crushed. "My Demon son," He whispers to me again as I finally bowed down on my knees to my master. His voice deepened, "My son don’t bow to me; we are equal, you and I. I took you under my wing so you would follow my footsteps. I raise you as my son and you will act as if I’m your human father. Don’t bow to me, stand!"
"Death." I called pulling myself up.

"Father, my son; call me father," He demanded. His eyes slipped down to the stone, he grinned. "In dead eyes the world shine with more rare beauty. After death you become numb but you still find a reason to smile. It’s how you die and the truth that you find out that makes death seem scary and painful. When you die that’s when you find out who really loves you and cares for you," death is very wise but never this deep with words. "You find out if your friends are really your friends; if the one you love shares the same emotion. Listen to me son if you’re asking me to bring your dear best friend back, I’m not. You get yourself too attached to these humans; I won’t allow it any longer. Killian’s soul belongs with us; he belongs in this war, not back on earth to die again, to make you weak and distracted."

"Father," I mumbled looking down at Killian’s grave. "He’ll give me strength." He shook his head and turned his back towards me.
"Humans are nothing but distractions," He begins to fade into the black darkness. "Go make me proud again child. I raised you for evil." I laid there besides his grave glazing at the stars. The wind chilled as the dead rises to walk the earth’s surface. They all say the same thing to me, why did you have to kill me and take my soul? I never listen to their moans and cries. They try to talk to me and get me to send their souls to Heaven but I refuse to disobey my master. Killian can’t rise from his grave and see the world in dead eyes, thanks to me. That was the condition Death gave me and him about Killian knowing my secret. So I just laid there beside him in silence. And then the darkness brightened by light and it made my brown eyes wonder around and for that’s when I first saw true beauty in all these thousands of years. She was sitting there under the dead Willow Tree. I could hear her heart breaking and her tears fall.

Her head turns my direction and for some odd reason sorrow hit my dead heart. She was truly beautiful, sp beautiful it was hard to tell if she was real or not. So I stood up and walked towards her in nervousness with a smile upon my dead and pale face. Up close she was even more rarely beautiful; long silky black hair, tan long mile legs and a beautiful angel like face. I leaned up against the trunk of the Willow Tree. Her eyes didn’t follow me; I guess it was out of fear like always. I could still hear her heart breaking and her tears hit the earth’s surface. She finally took a good look at me and I could tell she was studying me as her eyes wondered on me. Then they looked at me with tears falling down and for some strange reason my dead heart starts to beat as I squatted down and leaned towards her slowly. Those green abnormal eyes were breath taking; if I ever needed to breathe. I touched her face softly as she shuts her sweet eyes beautiful eyes.

For a moment the world stood still and the moans of the dead silenced. My eyes shut as was shown her world, her life, her past, her emotions, her cries and her death. I opened them and suddenly all beauty including her slipped out of my dead hands; I was alone while the world still wasn’t in motion. I felt alone and empty; lost in the still cold world. I sat there as everything around me stood still. Is she even real? One moment I was sitting in front of a beautiful young girl and now the world is still and the beauty disappeared. I slipped down onto the ground wondering my eyes around. Nothing moved nothing spoke to me; she was gone and alone. I’m numb when it comes to being left alone; this is how I’ve been living for years, stuck in the still cold earth in front of a soulless boy that wonders around while everything else is still. Each time the world takes a pause or I’m falling onto my knees in great weakness he appears in the dead of night or the light of day somehow reminding me of what I really am, a monster. This is a young boy with blue sea eyes and black hair. He never said a word to me, he’d just dance around in his bare feet humming a children’s song. He was the sign that told me who my next victim is, her.