In the mind of a Writer

This was a writing challenge I wrote in 2008.

Dark Confessions: Child of the Night

Rebekah Wolveire © 2008-20014

“Bless me father for I have sinned. It has been. . .”

“Well, father maybe I should back up, and explain myself before I confess my sins and how long it’s been since I’ve confessed. When I was 25, I met a beautiful woman one night. She was stunning in her tight black dress, and I was very horny. We made our rounds, and then during mid climax, she bit me. I passed out and when I awoke she was gone.” He sighs.

“The next day food had no taste, and I was horribly thirsty. Water did nothing for me, and wine only got me smashed. I figure that she changed me into what I call a child of the night as I hate the sunlight. I crave a certain type of liquid that is warm, and it goes down like velvet on my tongue. The warmer it is the smoother and sweeter it tastes.” He licks his lips.

“Let me tell you father with this lifestyle, I am prone to sinning. I sin everyday. I have sinned so much I have broken all of the ten commandments, several times over. I have stolen things. I’ve had sex with women with no notation of ever marrying them. I have had sex with my neighbor’s wives. I’ve disobeyed my parents. I have even cursed god for what I am. Of course, I have killed as it is apart of what I am. I am killer, but I am no more of a killer than your local butcher. I have killed men, women, and children, but it to keep me alive. Is that what this world is, the survival of the fittest, right?” He laughs.

“I confess I love blood, especially type A/B. It is the most rare, and the sweetest. It drives me crazy when I hear the human heartbeat as it is tells me the truth . . . that mortals are made of blood, bone, and flesh. It is the sound of life. Bum. . . Bum. . . Bum!” He could hear the father’s heartbeat.

“You know I feel better now that I have confessed. However Father I am confessing that I am sorry for what I am about to do now.” The beating was driving him crazy.

Then he rips the screen open and bites on the neck of the priest. This happened so fast the priest couldn’t even scream out for help. Within minutes the priest is drained of his blood. The child of the night stood up looking at the lifeless body.

“As I was saying, ‘Bless me father for it’s been 2 minutes since my last confession.'”

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