Nightmares

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I searched all night, I searched my mind for familiar places she might go, I searched the streets, I searched every bar in this blasted city. Where could she have gone and why was she here? She was at my hotel, so whatever she's doing here has to be close. Was it just random she chose my hotel? Was it fate, was it to get this game of cat and mouse started?

What were her issues before? I remember her saying something, visions she would see horrible things. Maybe she's here for that. I just don't know. Maybe she's visiting family. No she wouldn't be staying in a hotel if that was the case. She probably doesn't have any family. She never had before. For some reason, she was always the one to suffer the worst fate.

Pain shot through my body, bringing me to my knees, my eyes opening wide. The people on the street are staring at me, wondering if I'm ok. I quickly stood and sat on one of the benches and put my head in my hands to keep the attention off me.

She's furious? I wonder with who. This is new. I've never felt her emotions this strong before and definitely not before we done the deed.

I can feel her heart racing and her mind seems to be a mess, she's confused and very angry at someone. Rage, her blood seems to be boiling. Who did her wrong? She would never hate someone this much if the person didn't hurt her. She hurt him...Will this get her in trouble I wonder? She's running now. Where? Where are you going, love? Maybe this is the catalyst. Maybe you'll end up in jail and I'll have a few more years to prepare. Maybe I don't need a few more years. I cannot prolong the inevitable.

I will find you, first to see my brother. He is my blood love. I have to tell him you're here, so he's aware and he has a chance to protect himself. I got up and started my walk down to the hospital.

The streets aren't that busy. It's only six am. People are just starting to move and get up. There are a few cars on the road, before I go to the hospital, I have a pick up quite early. This morning I had a face. I wonder if he knew he was going to die.This has been coming for a few months now. I have been waiting for this man. He was evil and would make a good addition to the man downstairs.

I walked up to a shady motel; I've heard of this place before. In all honesty, it should be shut down; the owner is a creep and the people that go there are creepier. Waste of human life if you ask me. As I approach the room, I can sense her, her scent is everywhere, my body tenses. Why was she here? Is she still here? Goosebumps erupt all over my body. I should have waited to confront her. Did she stay here the night? I shouldn't have got to her in the elevator and waited until she was in her room, she wouldn't have had a chance to escape then.

Room thirteen, the door was kicked in and my pick up was lying on the floor. Who ever did this was strong pieces of the door frame were splintered and ripped off. I walk into the room in front of me is the body of an overweight man in his 30's beaten to a pulp, chunks of flesh hanging off his face showing the fatty tissue and muscle beneath it. But that's not what killed him. The kill shot was the small blade lying beside him that was used to slice his throat. The blood pooled around his body like molasses, his eyes wide in shock. Above him was the pale remanence of his soul, eyes still in shock as he looked down at his dead body. The smell of fear was distinct, powerful, acidic, it surrounded the room heavily.

He notices me, but he does not see me. He sees death, he sees the black angel, holding a scythe with a hood and glowing red eyes. He tries to scream but its too late. My scythe slashes through the air tearing his soul in half; this man was not going anywhere but hell. His soul exploded into flames and ash, a feeling of satisfaction courses through my veins as I watch him disappear. I looked down and saw a red lock. I picked it up and put it to my nose. The strong smell of coconut and flowers invaded my senses, it was the smell of my beloved. I slide the hair into my pocket and leave the room, not leaving any trace of myself.

I walked to the hospital slowly taking in the sunrise and people just waking, thinking what could have made her do that. Why would she kill some puny human? Was this his fate? Her fate? He had been on the list for awhile now, so he was leaving this earth no matter what, but was it always her that would be his end?

Had the years of reincarnation finally gotten to her? Has she finally snapped? She wouldn't become the savior after taking a life, in the next life would I be forced to love another? I couldn't help but hurt deep in my soul. She had been with me for thousands of years. It wouldn't be easy to let go of a love that deep. It would be hard enough to kill her this time but knowing I would never see her again made it damn near impossible. These humans don't deserve to win this war. Not this time, my love has turned into this callous hateful person for a reason. She even took the life of another human; in the thousands of years she has never gone this far.