Scented Blood

3

"Rot in here," said by the one I trusted so much, so sudden, unprompted, with no preamble.

No introduction. Just the ending.

He stood there, stared at my soul.

Before I break to pieces, earlier when he opened the metal electrified door, he stayed meters away from me like I would hurt him if he get close. But I didn't mind. I just altered my thoughts that maybe he's just mourning.

I was happy. I felt safe...for a moment. We're alone anymore. At last, I saw him. Savant, my comfort, my savior, he was the only one who assured me a feeling of safety in the middle of the darkest place.

But now, there's a fear errupting inside of me, a familiar fear of betrayal. I am afraid. Of his expression and emotion obvious to my eyes. He's mad, still. He know I didn't kill them. He knew it and yet I was to blame. Of course, who else. Who else would he blame? I was the root of all his demise. He lost his parents because they were too kind to shelter a monster like me. Now, they have to pay with their life. And as much as it hurt him, it tortured me. But how would he know if he has directed his anger towards me?

But I still brush away my thoughts and looked hopeful as I happily said, "Savant! You're here! Where are we? Please, I didn't kill Mom and Dad, it was the Humans. It was them. They wanted to kill me and...and they started shooting when our parents wanted to talk to them."

"Rot in here." He repeated as I felt a mixture of darkness and hurt inside. How naive of me.

Oh, how his sweet voice, now laced with rage. How could I comfort him? How could I tell him we share the same sorrows? Oh how could I even give him a hug when he is disgusted at my sight? How could I send him my warmth when he is a loaded pistol alone in his sad eyes?

He's inside the room I've woken up and that was his first word to me.

No explanation.

No emotions.

No trace of old Savant.

I stared at him, unable to process the thoughts rumbling inside my head.

Humans say we don't have emotions because we don't have hearts. But why do I feel the rush of beats ryhtmic with my breathing.

God, I want it all to stop.

The tears, the pain, my breathe.

But I couldn't. It was too cruel, too cruel like our race, like the vampires, they say. We're too cruel. But that was before. That was before the humans have nothing againsts us. Now, that they have a weapon to destroy us, we are no longer feared by the world. The coin has changed, now we are the tail and humans are the heads. Maybe God has answered their prayers. The tables have turned. And we're the one hunted now. Maybe this is our race punishment for all the horrors we've caused to the history of humanity.

And oh how I wanted to be human. Just like him. Just like how he is so alive with every breathe he takes. Why do I have to drink their blood to live? I never wanted it's sweet taste. I never wanted it but I have to live.

"Rot in here!" It echoed again in my mind. The harshness enough to make me tremble in realization.

"Why?," I even asked despite the fact that Savant's emotions have clearly showed his response that I don't even need to ask. But I wanted the harsh words to come out of his mouth. I wanted to confirm his hatred in me so that I will no longer hope he would still treat me nicely like before. And that he would love a monster like me.

"They were never your parents. Why are you still alive while both of them are buried cold in the ground! You killed them despite how they cared and loved you for all these years!" He roared inside the small room. His voice were raw, pain behind it and sadness despite the loud deep anger.

I covered my mouth not to let out a loud cry. His words sliced too deep I felt my heart being squeezed. And I can't breathe. It's too hard in my chest to inhale and I want him to know I am hurting.

How could I be angry to him? His parents died because of me. I should be blamed. I should accept this.

I must accept this fate.

If being tortured was the only way I could pay my debts to his family,

Then so be it.