Musings of a Vampire

Why does the night feel so pleasant to me? Is it because I can wrap myself in a cloak of shadows, hiding in the dark? Is it because I don't need to see any other people, don't need to bear with their foolishness?

Is it because of the dark crowd that the night attracts? The drunks, the murderers, the rapists? The ones that are my kind of people, outcasts from society?

During daytime, I feel the hot sun burning at me, sweat running down my body, and feel like my thoughts were privy to anybody who bothered to look, my deepest secrets plainly readable on my face. I hate the crowds, the people, the idiots. Mindless masses, moving about with no will of their own. I grit my teeth, quietly turn the switchblade in my pocket, and wonder what it'd feel like to cut down some of those folks. Trim that crowd like a gardener trims his plants, make it smaller. Prettier. See the people run away in terror, drink the pleasant juice of their fear.

I much prefer the night. There are much less people watching, letting me do what I fancy. A lost couple, a lone drunk, a small animal. In the darkness, there's no-one to hear their screams. Even if helpers emerge, I can always escape into the shadows, easily evading any pursuit.

Then I'll be alone again, all alone in the night. And all will be well again, all will be well in the shadows.

This work is by Kaj Sotala and is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 License.