I have been watching you for a while now; it's just like before with the last couple that lived in your apartment-I watched them too. You are more interesting though. I like how comical and happy you behave around others; but in truth, you're frightened of the world around you. Because you interest me so much, every night, I drift in a black mist across the street into your room, and I watch you sleep; I enjoy how you toss and turn until you feel my presence hovering over you, then you relax; it brings a wolfish smile to my face. I knew you would eventually start leaving your window open; you unconsciously know someone visits you in your sleep every night. You're quite innocent, Addison May... Even now as I watch you from my open bedroom window of my apartment, waiting for midnight, drinking champagne, I feel your heartbeat, your skin, the desire for me running through your body-and I have yet to taste a single drop of your blood. You have seen me as the owner of the 5 star restaurant your boyfriend always takes you to, and you know my name, even though I haven't told you-physically. You breathe it in your sleep; 'Gabriel''.
You glance over in my direction and stare as if you are a doe and I am the predator hiding in the bushes. My silver eyes grow in lust. You continue to your bed and snuggle up under the covers. As you turn your light off, I slowly grin and chuckle. "Hm hm hm hm hm," I set the champagne down on a nearby table while my black mist forms at my feet and crawls up my body, embracing me. You hear a gush of wind and instantly look over at your window. "Hello?" You think it's a ghost. But you don't know... I am standing in the closest corner to you, making everything darker. You rise out of bed and walk to your window. There's nothing out there Addison. I watch you start rubbing your arms as I drop the temperature of the room. Come into the darkness. You turn around and search the corner I'm in. Slowly, I extend my hand and beckon you closer, eyes brightly aglow. Your lips part while you take in a deep breath. Come to me... You bite your lip and move forward. Good girl. Suddenly, the door opens. Our eyes shoot over and see your boyfriend coming in. I scowl at him. He's only in a towel.
"Hey babe, you missed a good shower. You alright?"
"Um..." You're unsure. That's all? You don't know what to say...?
"Come on," he starts walking toward you with open arms. You scoot back on the bed, feeling apprehensive for once-like you never knew him. There's something he begins to notice-something is not right. The room has gotten very dense all of a sudden. Slowly, he looks over in the corner. "HOLY SHIT!" He sees the darkness wrapping around my body as I drain it from all areas of the room. He snatches a chair, "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?! Addy, get out of here!" I hiss and charge at him in my mist. He screams, dropping the chair and all you are able to do is watch in complete horror. My darkness swallows him; you only hear his screams, the crunches and the spluttering noises as I tear him apart. Your mind is in a whirl. Nothing escapes the darkness. Nothing. There is one last scream, then everything stops.
Everything drops to the floor and blood splatters on your face. A shaky breath leaves you. The mist falls from my body at your bedside. You flutter your eyelashes up at me as I slowly lick blood off my arm. "I believe everyone has an ulterior motive...don't you Addison? You have no idea." You still can't speak. I breathe calmly, looking around at the blood and body parts, then I smirk at you out of the corner of my eye, "Well ?" Your eyes start darting around the room, your heartbeat and breathing quickening. "You've killed my boyfriend! What are you!!! WHY ARE YOU HERE?!" I gently take a hold of your chin and you frightfully look up into my eyes. "What am I? Who am I? Why am I here? The last woman that lived here asked me those same questions-well...before she went to a mental hospital. I am whoever and whatever you want me to be. I am here because you want me here... isn't that right? You are lost, love; you run from the darkness, yet always remain close enough to see if it still wants you." You begin to shake your head, repeating 'no' over and over. I start to smile and laugh. You push me away and run to the door. I snap my fingers, locking it. You spin around to me and gasp; I'm now standing in front of you.
"I've caught you now, darling." I step closer until I'm a mere few inches from your face. You clutch your chest, tears filling your eyes. I stroke your cheek and remind you of the feeling I've given you every night; the feeling of being safe and secure, without a worry in the world. You know it's not your boyfriend or your dreams, but you are also so confused. "I want you to be mine. I quite enjoy women like you." Your jaw falls agape. I snatch your shoulders and suddenly clamp my teeth down on your neck, making you belt out a pained gasp. I push you against the door and drink in more of your blood. You're more delicious than I imagined! You're perfect! You squeeze me tighter and tighter until you're too weak to stand. Before you fall, I pick you up and walk to the window as my mist engulfs us. We glide through the cool night air to my apartment and slip through my window. Gently, I rest you down on my bed. You are sleeping peacefully. But that bite still oozes with blood. "Hmm...can't have that." I swipe some off your neck with a finger, lick it, then wave a hand at you while walking to my bathroom. The marks slowly disappear. As I look in the mirror at my bloody face, a wicked smile curls up at the corners of my lips. "Addison May, you're all mine now."