Kill The Beast

Veil of Shadows Unveiled

He found himself trembling as he entered the hotel, anxiety gnawing at his insides. His hands, still stained with the woman's blood, seemed to be betraying his dark secret. He knew he had to keep it hidden. Stealthily, he had changed the parking spot for his car, making sure to evade any watchful cameras. Every step he took was cautious, as he sought to remain unnoticed.

The room was dimly lit by the faint moonlight streaming through the window. The woman lay on the bed, a tempting sight under the soft glow. However, he couldn't afford to be distracted at this moment. He had to regain control of himself.

Entering the bathroom, he confronted his reflection in the mirror. His face was smeared with blood, and his white T-shirt had turned a gruesome shade of red. His elongated fangs were slowly retracting, a reminder of the monstrous side he fought to suppress. He couldn't deny that a twisted sort of ecstasy had surged within him during that brutal act.

He despised the man he saw in the mirror, the one who couldn't control his impulses. Splashing cold water on his face, he scrubbed away the evidence of his gruesome actions. The blood stains on his skin gradually yielded to his relentless efforts. Removing his shirt, he balled it up and tossed it into the trash; it would be consumed by flames later.

Gently, he pulled the blanket over her, his fingers lightly grazing her skin, leaving a tingling warmth in their wake. She slumbered on, lost in the soft embrace of dreams, her body a delicate landscape of curves and contours. Oblivious to his presence, she remained cocooned in the gentle rhythm of her breath.

Seating himself by the window, he turned his attention to the iconic sight of the Eiffel Tower. Its towering presence in the heart of the city was a silent sentinel, a stoic witness to the ebb and flow of time. He cradled a bottle of wine in his hand, its rich red hue a stark contrast to the dark depths swirling within him. Each sip was a futile attempt to drown out the relentless call of his own nature.

He hadn't yet come to terms with the sinister reality of his existence. The struggle was a constant, an internal battle against the darkness that sought to consume him. He knew he couldn't deny this part of himself, that he would have to learn to live with the consequences of his being. It was a heavy burden to bear, one that threatened to devour him whole.

The sun painted the room in gentle hues as it made its ascent in the sky, casting away the shadows of the night. He knew that no external consequences loomed over his actions; his strength had been more than enough to shield them from the world's prying eyes. Yet, the greatest battle remained within himself, a relentless conflict against the dark forces that dwelled within his being.

As the clock neared 7:00 a.m., he began to regain his composure. The outward facade he had carefully constructed was once again an impenetrable fortress, concealing the tumultuous currents within. He knew he could not let his guard down, that he had to maintain his icy exterior to navigate the complexities of his existence.

He ordered breakfast for both himself and the woman who had shared his bed. Setting up a portable tray, he arranged a modest morning feast. The room was filled with the tantalizing aroma of fresh sandwiches, a chilled glass of juice, and a bowl of cereal. Her eyes met his as she awoke at 7:30 a.m., and the weight of guilt and embarrassment colored her expression.

Wrapped in the cocoon of a blanket, she tentatively began her breakfast. The two of them shared this moment, surrounded by the remnants of their shared intimacy. She wondered about the man who sat before her, his enigmatic presence casting a spell that she couldn't quite decipher. Despite the undeniable passion of their encounter, the layers of his emotions remained hidden, and she couldn't help but feel an inexplicable curiosity about him.

"Would you like some coffee or tea?" he inquired, a touch of uncertainty in his voice, unsure of her preference.

She hesitated before responding, her voice quivering slightly, "Tea would be nice."