Elijah Bennet

It rains almost every day in the village, and it fogs through the trees like it remembers everything I’ve done the tragedy. Elijah and I were best friends since kids even after he learned i was a vampire. He didn’t turn away from me. He stayed. He gave me space in his life like I still belonged in it, like I wasn’t already something dangerous. We lived in a warm old cabin at the edge of the woods, nothing grand, just wood floors that creaked at night and lantern light that made everything feel softer than it really was. He even trusted me around his family… like I was part of them too. Like I was safe. Like I could be. He was the one who told me to stop feeding on humans, to survive on animal blood instead, to keep myself in control. I tried. I really did. But hunger doesn’t care about promises or people. One night it snapped something in me. I walked into that cabin and lost myself without realizing I was already too far gone. I kept thinking I could stop, that I would pull away before it went too far, but I didn’t i closed my eyes and fed. When it was over, I came back to myself and everything was already destroyed i ran i ran far away. When Elijah came back home from hunting from hunting he didn’t scream. He didn’t fall apart He just buried them with his own hands, one by one, then made a prayer that I would not escape what I became. After that, he changed. He became a vampire hunter, and I’ve heard what he’s done since… how many he’s wiped out without hesitation. Now he moves through the world like something colder than death, and I can feel him getting closer every night. He doesn’t call me his friend anymore. He only hunts me. And still, somewhere in me, I keep remembering him like he might forgive me if I ever stop running maybe he would understand me.