@sovrenyi said, " i had to ... i had no choice . "
darkness blooms within them all, in the hollows where you'd least expect to find it. untouched, bereft of light, nurtured by shadow in solitude. it's the thing of myth and fairy tales, a haunting story told by mothers to scare their children at night as they've slipped into the comforts of their bed to rest. it's the creeping tendrils of vines slowly winding around your limbs, so tightly until their thorns break through skin and seep its poison in your veins.
eden likes to tell herself it's as poetic as that, some days. that she didn't simply wake up one day, irrevocably changed with an insatiable hunger unlike anything she has ever known, that when she took her first life, she found she liked the way it felt. the taste of his blood ignited what was once a low-burning ember into a deadly fire greedily consuming everything in its path, relentless in its destruction, finally soothing the sharp, pin-prick ache in her veins. it did not take long for eden to realize that it was not hunger at all, but thirst. an unnatural one, a thirst that, when ignored, felt like famine and drought. there was not yet a word for what she was, and she had so little understanding for what it all meant, what her life was fated to become, but she knew this: she had no choice. she had to kill that man, and the next and the next and the next. she had to slaughter that entire family, you understand, because there could not be a living witness to the tempest of blood left in her thunderous wake, her unyielding rage.
so eden stares at him now, a smile of gentle understanding softly curling the corners of her plush, ruby red lips. she does not know him, does not know what he has done, does not know the story in the weight of his steps as he treads upon the earth, but she feels the thick, suffocating air of darkness bleeding into the atmosphere. his voice sounds like resignation and defeat, an exhaustion that comes when you are pushed to the farthest edge of your limits.
" i understand, " she murmurs at long last, taking a long stride forward. eden feels the lingering tremors of darkness emanating from the man and curls her fingers into fists as tight as she can manage without digging into her palms. " i believe you. something like this . . . no one makes a choice like this unless there was no other way. "
cult classics / accepting / all prompts
