VEINS

V-0-Matthew What’s the most dangerous job you can think of? Secret James Bond style, spy? Contract Assassin?  Or what about a Mafia boss? Or what about neither of these jobs? How about working for a crazy, violent, absolutely terrifying, insanely powerful, and hauntingly beautiful vampire? One who owns a billion dollar company. One who dominates every room she’s in. One who could probably kill a guy just by looking at him. Not to mention, one who could more than likely end my life in milliseconds.  Yeah, well, that type of person is my boss. If you think I’m an insane i***t, then don’t worry, I do too, because I have no idea why I’ve gotten myself into. I still don’t know how or why I got here, but do know one thing, there’s certainly no turning back from any of this now.  My unsteady breath wavers. My hands become a knotted mess when I curl and until balled fists. You’ll never really know what blood looks like, until you see a lot of it, a s**t-so-help-me-god ton of it.  Kind of like right now.  Crimson blood trickles down his chin after a violent cough erupts from his wheezing chest. Pale wavering hands and eyes glimmering with the sheen of death are on me. He doesn't speak. He just stares blankly. He wasn't here. A pond of blood encircles his body as he lays lifeless on my apartment floor. My cheap furniture is wrecked, and walls are splattered with the same crimson red leaking from the gaping hole in his chest.  There’s too much blood, it's enough to the point where terror takes over my bloodstream.  All this blood; its thick and gunky, and has the color of metal rest. It moves and wriggles and squirms like some scrambling creature as it spills onto the hardwood floor.  I look at the bleeding body in the center of my small apartment living room, and I can see all the color draining from his face like a vortex of life running away. It was hard for me to breathe as I registered the sight, a sight that I knew that in a few minutes, all the life would flee and leave an empty shell behind. I guess this is what it means to feel true fear.  I swallow the air. Tears already begin to swell in unison with the beginning of a soft sob grow in my throat. I want to deny my eyes. I want to wake up. I want to say I'm a liar. I'm lying. I can't be starring at a body that's only left to become a corpse. My knees break-in, as crash down to the floor.  Truth be told, ever since I took the job working for them, my life has become a bloody mess, and the scary part is, I know it's not going to ever go back to normal. In fact, I don’t even remember what normal looked like---what my life before looked like.                                                                TO BE CONTINUED IN VEINS!