Down in the cold under the bridge, a man sat wallowing in self-hatred. He was covered in mud, his clothes stiff with it. His filthy black hair hung down past his shoulders.
In the distance he heard voices. The voices were loud and slurred. It must be the stoners that came down there every Saturday night for a ‘sesh’. The last thing he needed right now was a bunch of drunken stoners pissing him off.
He felt that horrid sensation crawl up his spine. He felt his eyes changing. He stood up with his shoulders arched like he was about to pounce, as the group came around the corner. They stopped still when they saw him. A few of the girls shrunk back.
“Oi, ya hobo. Ged ouda here!” one of the guys yelled at him.
Glaring at them he let out a low feral growl. Everyone backed up a few steps. Then they turned and ran, yelling out in fear and confusion.
As he returned to his more human form, the demon Blane sunk to the ground and burying his face in his hands he began to sob. He despised what he was. Because of him people had died. Because of him innocent strangers would never get to go home to their friends and family, all because of what he was. He had killed a man near by just the other day. She would never trust him. He began to shake in anger at himself. He was a vile horrid creature.
“The time has come, Blane,” a smooth voice said in his mind.
“No! Leave me alone” he said standing up.
“You were born for this”
“I was not born” he yelled into the cold night air.
“I gave you life… and I gave it to you for a reason. Get your revenge”
“I don’t want revenge!”
“Yes you do… why else did you kill that man a few nights ago”
“I didn’t mean to” he said grabbing his head in both hands.
“Yes you did… and now I need you. I need you to kill a witch”
“I don’t want to kill anymore”
“You must, and you will, even if I have to force you” as the voice said this a pain shot through his body. He cried out, closing his eyes tight as he felt himself change. His nails grew into claws. His teeth became sharp fangs. He opened his black eyes as his demonic instincts kicked in.
With a hiss he rushed into the night to do his masters bidding.