Dear Master's

Fire runs out through my fingers, scaring the young man in front of me. I turn my back to him slightly, looking at my hands closely. I didn't mean to get mad enough to scare the young boy, he was just being very difficult. I look at him through my chocolate eyes, a small smile lighting it's way to my lips.

"Don't fret, I won't hurt you, if you stop making this so difficult!" I lunge at him, sinking my fangs into his neck as his deep voice screams out in agony. I grip my flaming hands on his shoulder, burning through his clothing and giving him more pain than necessary.

Like I said, this wasn't supposed to be so difficult, all he needed to do was stay still so I could feed, but he was a shy fighter, a noticeable rebel among this world of fools. I feel his body go limp and curse myself, letting his near-dry body fall to the ground.

"Fool, look what you've made me do..." I tease, not that I think he could hear. Licking up my fingers, tasting the scorched flesh along them, I look down at my divine dinner. I had been fixated on this boy for months, smelling his sickly sweet scent running through the alleyways of the large town. I could have caught him on many occasions, but I wanted to take my time and play with him.

I remember shutting doors tightly, making him flinch and jump at every sound. His cerulean blue eyes so wide with fear, I wonder where he'd gotten that from. Maybe he had a previous master he was running from, but no matter. I was taking him with me tonight. My own personal slave.

Well, 'slave' isn't the most appropriate term. I had noticed the boy was running quite a bit, always on the move. Maybe his family was horrendous, searching for him? I knew from experience that can be quite fearful, especially when you get caught. The lashings were one thing, the anger of the father, another.

I wipe his blood on the sleeve of my shirt, staining the black silk even darker as I picked up his frail body. His limbs were thin, bones showing clearly around his ribs and his long, ebony hair glowed in the moonlight. I licked the puncture points on his neck, healing them quickly as I heard his heartbeat rise and fall.

Jinxx would be glad to have a guest, at the most. The others might not, but they had each other. As I walk down the alleyway, making my way to the path of the woods, I begin to despise the term 'slave'. This boy had certainly gone through enough hell in life. I remember seeing old, covered-up scars on his back and claw marks on his arms and legs. It angered me a bit, who would torture such a beautiful catch.

But then again, he was a fighter. It was a task really, to find him and keep him still so I could feed a little, at least. His thin frame made it seem easy, but he was far from weak, even though he trembled as he stood against the brick wall.

Maybe 'companion' was a better term. I have no need or want to harm him, but if he continues being difficult then I might have to resort to...more drastic measures. It was not my intention to burn him earlier, but he was making it difficult not to.

I rest my hand on his shoulder, feeling the clouds cover the moon as I heal the burn, making it seem as if it never existed.

"There...that seems better." I whisper to myself, heading off into the direction of the woods. The trees covered up any of the sunlight to enter them, and I knew nobody entered these woods. Fear of the village tale kept them away, away from us. But that never stopped us from making it seem real.

Making the tale of the monsters seem awfully correct.