10 - Josep
My name is King.
“Never.”
That’s the word I whisper into her ear as Little Baby and I lie on the floor of my cave, having finally found reality. Because never is the number of times I’ve felt connected to anything outside of myself.
None.
That’s how many people have loved me in my lifetime. Because none is the number of loves I thought I deserved.
And now… one.
Which is perfect and whole, in and of itself. Which is all I ever wanted. Which is what I have now with my sweet lollipop, Little Baby. Someone to accompany me into the dark infinity of the eternal nowhere. Someone to be nothing with me.
The blood has dried and caked all over us, leaving my skin feeling deliciously itchy. It’s a feeling I haven’t had in a long time, but I’ve missed it and it’s good. Because when I’m covered in blood like this—all crusty and flaky—it’s a sign that there is someone next to me.
Someone not just being fed on, but feeding back.
Little Baby is sleeping now, satiated with blood in her stomach and my seed in her womb. Her head is on my chest, one leg thrown over me in a gesture of possession, her soft breath both satisfying and comforting. Because she is alive and because she is mine.
I hold her tighter as these thoughts weave their way around in my head the way the roots weave through the dirt. Winding, but purposeful.
If Paul can turn Syrsee into a blood mother, why couldn’t I do the same with Little Baby? I am, after all, the Darkness itself. It is me who controls the magic of the unliving. The possibilities are endless now. I can populate the whole Earth with vampires if I so choose.
I have the power. I have always had all the power and it’s a simple thing, really, to make new monsters. I think these words in my head like they are nothing, but they are not nothing. They are very much a something.
Because I’ve been hunting for power for so long. And now I feel a bit silly. Because it was mine for the taking from the very beginning. There’s a part of me that wants to rage at the Darkness for not telling me sooner. But that’s stupid.
Iamthe Darkness.
It was only me deceiving myself.
How ironic.
Carefully, so as not to wake her, I ease out from underneath Little Baby. Then I kneel at her side, watching as her breasts rise and fall with each of her soft breaths.
She’s truly here.
She’s truly mine.
I take a moment to really internalize what I have accomplished. And the most ironic thing is, I didn’t even do it on purpose.
When this thought manifests, I’m looking at my Little Baby’s body, and in this same moment it illuminates. Soft purple lights flows out of the once hidden, but now visible, markings that I used to make an offering to the Darkness back when she was my sacrifice, when a family and home of my own was just a dream. Something I felt was unattainable.
Little by little, each of the symbols that I carved on her begin to glow brighter until I can see them all. My name, Paul’s name, and the little pictures I drew of the family I thought I wanted. Me, and Paul, and Syrsee, and Ryet. We were all there inside the crude depiction of a house.
I wave my hand over her body and all those markings disappear.
Then I smile and start carving out a brand-new future.
I take my time because Little Baby doesn’t care. Wherever her mind is right now, it’s happy and content. She can’t feel the pain of my claw. She is living the dream.
I should probably wake her up and get her opinion on things.
But do Ireallycare about what she wants?
Yes, in a sense. But only as it pertains to me. That’s all that matters. And there’s no way she can’t want me. There’s no possible way for her to deny me. Because sheisme. Just like I am the Darkness. She is me.
