He was a monster.

And he thought,

My mind is going, I can feel it. I can feel it, as the warm season fades away, and the cold one steals memory and thought.

I can not remember how this was done before. But the boy is life, and the boy is spread out before me with trembling eyes that are in danger of shattering. I can feel his bat heart fluttering against a cage of flesh and bone, and I am eager to rip it out and taste it. Boy heart tastes bitter, I remember, and grasp on to this memory in hopes of regaining the others.

But there are no others.

“Turn around,” I tilt my head. His eyes are round.

He looks hesitant for a moment, before whispering, “What if I’ve changed my mind about this?”

I laugh at him. It is a strange sound escaping my throat, an exclamation of insanity.

“I believe, you are under the impression you have a choice.”

He moves his mouth, as though he wants to speak, but settles for a long look before turning over.

His eyes are the color of the sky, a sky that is far away and I can see glass limbs and porcelain teeth in my head.

Atop him, I grin with all my sharp, sharp teeth before I bite into his shoulder, chewing through the tendens and muscle, lapping up blood.

The boy is life and he makes a small noise in the back of his throat. And I continue making my marks.

A/N:
This is the prelude to the novel I've been working on for a year and a half. My friend told me it read like "vampire porn", which it's not supposed to be. What do you think?

M'aidez is a temporary title. Eventually I'll post the novel. Eventually.