PART 11: ALEXANDER ANGEL ~guilty~
It's already been three months since I kept Micheal as my prisoner. I no longer feels the pleasure from drinking my victims' blood and eating their organs. And that could only mean one thing. Micheal. He made me this way.
"How could you blame him, Alexander?" Dasmond said. I only now realize he's been satring at me all along with his dark grey eyes. Here we all are again, at the dining table, eating dinner. And the only one's eating is Micheal. Dasmond is joining our dinner every night now and he is back to being himself. His light brown hair is combed, looking straight again after more than a hundred years of ingoring it. He wore nice clothes, latest clothes. Where did he get that? Oh, he's been going out late at night now. He's been drinking blood again. Probably he stole it somewhere. And I notice how he is always fancy looking at Micheal! That made me angry. He had a hidden agenda. It must be so... This thoughts make me feel restless.
"Brother, I really would enjoy you staying in the basement longer," I said, insinuating.
"Until when? Until Micheal turns 65 years old? Or is it until he died?" He asked. What's his intention in saying all this? "Oh, wait. I forgot. My bad. You're going to kill him anyway, right?"
Micheal stops eating at the mention of it. He looks up at Alexander bravely then and say something that even shocks Dasmond. "That's why I'll keep eating so that you'll get to eat a healthy man." His thoughts were quick. Dasmond must have not even had his chance of hearing them before he says it. It made both me and my brother quiet as he stunned us with his words. He then just continues to eat his food. I look at my brother. He looks at me back and he laughs.
"Hahahahaha. I've never felt this amuse in my entire life. Hahahahaha," he laughed again. Micheal pretends not to care and continues eating. "Dear Micheal, you are a very funny young lad," he said. Micheal ignores him. I feel a pang of guilt and dilemma. I know I should not keep him hanging on like this. But I seriously don't know when will I eat him. I'm not tired of him yet. Plus, our intimate moments had just gotten more exciting. I could never had enough of his body, his kisses, his moans... Now that I remember those things, I just feel like taking him up to my room this very moment.
"What's wrong?" Micheal asked. Oh, I've been staring at him all this while, thinking...
"Nothing," I said.
Micheal got up from his seat. "I'm done," he said and he went straight upstairs. Tomorrow, Mrs. Hugh will come and clean everything up.
"You should be more honest with your feelings, Alexander," Dasmond said as soon as Micheal is inside his room. Dasmond can hear him getting into the room and closing the door. He can also hear human breathing from far away so he knows exactly where they are. That's his gift. But, he would hate calling it a gift. I still can't see why. I enjoy having the gift of erasing memories. It's very useful in order to get away from your crime. "One day you'll understand, brother," he said, he must be hearing my thoughts and responded to that.
"You have no right to interfere with my personal life," I said, being stern about it.
"It's love, brother," he said. "It happened to me before. Once you fall in love, you won't find any pleasure in drinking and eating your prey. You don't feel satisfy," he said again.
Oh, yes. He must've meant Marcus Harris. A 10-year-old boy he saved from my hands many, many years ago. And the one he's in love with for 7 years of the boy's mortal life. And I think he might still be in love with him even when he's no longer around up until now... It's tragic, his death. And Dasmond had to witness it with his own eyes. He's been brooding and keeping himself hidden in the basement since then. "I won't end-up like you," I said.