destined to be dead

Every morning I wake up and wonder, will today be the day? The day I finally find happiness? I go to work... I slay demon after demon.. and I wonder why am I doing this? No demon has ever hurt me.. I have nothing against them... I guess its just a job... Something to put food in my mouth and a roof over my head.. and clothes on my back. Every day it's the same thing... I go to work and I come home and go to bed.. The process repeats over and over... Nothing ever changes.. it's always the same...

Today, I wake up.. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and there's a rainbow across the sky.. Not a cloud to be seen... I get dressed and walk to the kitchen.. I pour a cup of coffee and put cream cheese on a bagel.. I sit at the table and eat my bagel and drink my coffee. When I'm done I grab my jacket and walk out the door. I close and lock it behind me. I walk down the sidewalk and across the street. Ten minutes later I get on the city bus. I sit in the front all by myself.. Three stops go by and I still sit in the same spot staring out the same window at the same town...

The bus pulls away from the fourth stop leaving me standing in the shadows of an old stone building. I walk up to the door and ring the doorbell. A man comes to the door and asks me for the password. I lean close to him and whisper demon blood. He shuts the peep window and I hear him unlocking the door. Seconds later, the door flings wide open. I step inside the dark hallways and the man shuts the door behind me. I walk down the hallway to the door at the very end. The door reads. Mission Headquarters. I turn the doorknob and walk in...

Kelsey looks up from behind her desk.. "Good morning Alex. How are you doing this morning?" she says.

"Every day you ask me how I'm doing, and every day I tell you I doing fine I guess. At least as fine as I can be doing in this hell hole of a world. So, why, may I ask, do you still ask me that question every morning?" I reply.

"I'm not quite sure. I hope maybe someday your answer will change.. Here's your first mission for the day. Be careful. Try not to get hurt." she answers.

"Thank you Kelsey," I say and walk out the door I came in. I walk down the dark hallway to the third door on the right. I take my keys out of my pocket and unlock the door. Putting my keys back in my pocket, I walk in and shut the door. I flip the switch on the wall and the light comes on revealing my supplies. I put my mission folder on the desk and open it. I read the information thoroughly. I sigh and go over to the plain wall. In the corner I push my thumb on a black screen. The wall opens revealing my weapons.

I grab a hand gun with salt rounds and a silver knife. I grab an extra clip full of silver bullets. I push my index finger against the screen and the wall closes again. I put the pistol in my waist band and the clip in my pocket. I hook the knife sheeth onto my belt and walk out the door closing and locking it behind me. I walk down the hallway and out the door saying bye to the door man on the way out. I hear him lock the door behind me as I walk away. I walk three miles to the demons hangout and hide behind the dumpster across the street to wait.

Its two hours later and the demon still hasn't showed up. Just then, someone grabs my head from behind. 

"Who are you?" I whisper.

The person who is holding my head lets out a deep eerie laugh. Then he asks, "Who am I? Ha. Who are you and what are you doing hiding behind this dumpster?"

His voice sends chills down my back.. I say, "Waiting for someone..."

He laughs again and says, "Waiting to kill someone is more like it."

"What do you mean?" I gulp.

He says, "I know they sent you to kill me. My question is why would they send someone as fragile and pretty as you?"

"I'm the best!" I retort.

"You better watch your mouth if you want to live young lady!" the demon says.

He lets go of my head and I spin around and stand up. I put my hand on my gun.

"Hold it!" he demands.

"Why should I?" I spat.

"I could kill you in seconds if I need to. So unless you want to die, I suggest you take your hand off that gun." he answers.

I slowly take my hand off the gun. He makes no move to harm me. "Why haven't you killed me if you know they sent me to kill you?" I ask him.

"Because," he says, "I know you hate your job and you want a better life and I could give you one. In return though I ask only that you don't kill me."

"I'm listening," I say, "How can you give me a better life?"

"Well," he says, "I can turn you into a vampire, that way you'll be able to go wherever you want whenever you want."

"No way!" I exclaim, "You're a monster!" I grab my gun and point it at him. Or at least where he was standing. "I know you're there," I say.

Just then I feel a hand on my shoulder and one on my head. I go to spin around and feel teeth biting into my neck.

I stand there unable to move. Then, they're gone and so is he.

I fall to the ground and start convulsing. I scream in pain and grab my head. It's too late. I've become one of them. I'm a vampire now. I can never go back to the office. Never agian. I'm a monster that lives forever.

Suddenly, I feel like I'm suffocating. I freak out and bite the man who came to help when I screamed. I drink all of his blood and let go. He falls to the ground dead. I killed him. Without even a second thought. I look down at what I have done and then I run. I run all the way to my house. I fumble to unlock the door and step inside shutting and locking the door behind me. I run to my room and hide under the covers on my bed. Now that I can think, my head floods with thoughts. But none of the thoughts are as strong as one. The one that seems to be getting screamed into my head.

I guess I was destined to be dead... Dead forever... But always living... Undead.....

Now I spend my days hidden away in my bedroom and my nights out eating. I see terror on the faces of my victims, but I know there's nothing I can do about it. If I was normal, I'd have the same terror on my face. The looks on their faces bother me less and less as the days go on. I keep the morgue in business with every meal I eat. Now, I care about nothing.

My heart has turned to ice, and I'm as cold as a dead person's corpse. This is my destiny. I guess it always was. The only thing I regret is not having fun while I was still alive. I was so young. I'd barely even lived. Now I have to spend the rest of forever killing people just to stay alive, and I don't even get a choice. I can't stop myself from this endless killing, and there's nobody else who can stop me either.

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