“I was born to kill”

(An interpretation of a story as told by the vampire Jai Feng)

By JaMeZ!

 

Disclaimer: The characters in this story are MINE…actually, they’re Mara’s…but I had permission to borrow them!  Though they are loosely based on real people [*ahem*]… please don’t steal my story! Ask first!  ^_^

 

 

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            “And I saw the suffering of the weak and I felt the oppression on their souls, and I knew the hatred of the masses and I tasted the death of the innocent… fore I stood back, closed my eyes, and breathed in deep… and I began to smile. I let a quiet laugh escape my throat, interrupted only when I delicately licked a splash of blood off the back of my hand. The flavor excited me so much that I had to suck the crimson life essence off of each finger on that hand. And I knew… I knew then that I enjoyed my job. I was born to kill, this I was certain of, but not only was I good at it, I became known for my skills. But then a realization came over me… she had been an innocent. She hadn’t deserved it, but I murdered her anyways. I began to weep, quietly at first, then the sobs burst out of me in torrents at the same moment Tsung entered the room I was in. ‘Suck it up,’ he told me, ‘there’s more to be killed.’ I trembled, and nodded, wiping away my tears as I followed him out of the room to kill the others in the house.

            That was the first time I killed a child. Tsung, Chu, and I had been ordered to kill a coven of Promato vampires. The Promatos were a relatively new breed back then. The oldest vampire in that coven that we slaughtered was only sixteen years old… the youngest was merely two years old. And I killed her. When the mission was over, and we stood outside in the vast crushing dark of night, I couldn’t help but double over and vomit. My own actions had sickened me, and from then on out I tried to avoid killing children – as much as a slave to his clan’s Elders could. Tsung always chided me, telling me I was weak for feeling anything for my victims. But I felt weak for killing them in the first place. The next child I had to kill, and eight year old full vampire, I left hanging from a tree so that first light killed him and I didn’t have to see it. It was weird, because killing children was the only thing that sickened me. I even got off on killing Akira. But children are so small, delicate, and helpless… so full of life that to kill a child seems like killing joy and happiness… like killing a part of yourself because you remember once being a youth yourself. I just couldn’t do it anymore.

            If I were asked today, tomorrow, or ever again to do what the Elders had us of the Elite Three do, I wouldn’t do it. I couldn’t do it. Not again, not ever. I am no longer cruel, like Tsung, or unable to see the horrors I created, like Chu, nor am I able to suppress it anymore, like Akira. Too long was I an assassin, a tool for the Dotacho clan leaders… I have changed – I am changing. And though my cruelty still at times rears it’s ugly head and I once again kill the innocent, I am a better person now. I exercise control, morality, and love to be that better person, even if I had to loose Chu, Tsung, and others along the way. But, that’s how life works – sacrifice for gain. It’s not fair, but that’s life too, right?”

 

–Jai Feng