Bleed

The Journal of Rebecca Raiden
the fall of 1867 London, England.
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...He stood still the girl clutched helplessly to his chest. His fangs were buried deep in her neck his eyes closed in ecstasy as he pulled draught after draught of her blood into him through the two deep punctures in her throat. I could see in the moonlight that flittered in through the window the trickle of blood that escaped his greedy mouth. He gripped her tighter, jarring her body. She whimpered once, and her hand seemed to flutter where it lay on his arm, then it lay still, then she was still, and it was all over, I had watched someone die, I had watched someone be murdered right before my eyes...and I did nothing to stop it.
He dropped her, she was nothing but a beautiful corpse now, broken, drained, and deficit. Her eyes glistened like dark marbles in her unblinking sockets staring at me through the darkness, as if asking, why didn't you stop this, why didn't you save me, I'm dead because of you...( why I hadn't stopped this), that black hollow gaze so accusing in its silence. I stared back into the unblinking orbs, begging anyone who could hear me for forgiveness.
My eyes were jerked from hers as he moved. He wiped the blood from around his mouth with one of his thin fingers then sucked the digit into his mouth-not a drop spilled or wasted.
I couldn't stand there any longer, I tried to quietly close the door, and it shut with only a small click, but in the roaring dark vacuum that was this night it sounded like a shot. I leaned my back against the door and tried to breathe but the very air I tried to inhale seemed too thick for breaths, then I noticed I was sobbing, quiet sobs....please someone, anyone who's listening please tell me this is a dream...tell me my brother isn't a monster.
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The next morning I looked around with something akin to horror on my face. I stood in the parlor, amazed that the world kept moving. The servants went about tidying the mansion, and I could only stare. My brother walked in and sat on the settee with a book cradled in his hand, and the maids went about. I screamed in the silence of my mind for someone to see- to somehow know the kind of monster was sitting there, curled on the couch as if it were the being that it was simply playing at.
I stared at him, but he seemed unaffected by my gaze, I have to tell someone, tell them what I know you've done, even if everyone is too blind to see it, but if I tell, wont my fears become real? Wont everyone who assumed this beast was my brother, wont their memories be changed be turned by this knowledge, wont everything that was my brother cease to be simply because those memories are tainted? that's how it is for me-my brother is gone as if he had never been, his memories stained by the blood I saw spilled last night...so if they find out, wont all their memories be tainted too, wont it cease...and then my brother really will be gone...please someone tell me this is a dream, I'm begging. If this is true, then please let me forget, I'm begging anyone who can hear these tormented thoughts, I would plead to God, but after what I saw last night...I no longer believe he exists...
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