Eternal Nights - The First Night

*Some things I cannot express in words, I express through writing…*

The First Night

For sixteen years, carcasses, blood splattered bodies, castrated body parts, and darkness has been part of my backdrop, normal scenes of every day… or better yet every night, and no, they’re not nightmares, their reality.

It’s a stormy night, cliché but true, and as I was just about to finish dusting this 17th century glass table, the door slammed open, slammed in chorus with the clap of thunder with two silhouettes illuminated clearly by the sudden flash of lightning.

In an instant, I knew it was my master. The shadow was more than enough proof already, not to mention the glow of his cold blue eyes that shown through his mask; and as the stormy winds blew past him and into the house, his dark black cape that was held in place by a round seal on his right shoulder flew just enough to show his birthmark that was just a few degrees above his navel and a few inches to the right which also had the same eerie glow that his eyes had.

The door shut behind them, they were utterly dry despite the heavy rains outside, something I am accustomed to.

“Good evening sires,” I greeted.

“Good evening,” the guy beside my master replied with his eyes glowing crimson. And without another word, they went up the ancient Greek inspired flight of stairs. The mark on his back just below the crease in his back, somewhere right under his tailbone of his vertebra caught my stare before it got covered again by his cloak; an exact replica of that on my master’s abdomen.

In nights like these, my master would never utter any word. His hand would just be entangled with his rendge, the man beside him, and it would be the latter that would do the talking.

They are both slender in shape, lean and muscular, my description don’t really seem to coincide nor are they anywhere near the actual sight that I beheld.

Not long after, through the shut doors, four lovely ladies came floating in, in their elegant Lolita-Victorian gowns with matching hats they added to the ambiance of the night. They gave their curtsey, nodded politely, and fled up the stairs. The crimson stains in their gowns are impossible to miss, but then again, it is part of what I normally see.

These four are what my master calls as his “Princesses”, four lovely ladies with elegance and grace that covers up everything else.

This is my home, these are my family, and this is how I’ve lived. And by the way, I am not sixteen; I’ve lost count of my age sixteen years ago, and now… I don’t need to. Who needs to count eternity? I am destined to live as long as my master, as long as these people I consider family, as long as everlasting to everlasting. To some, it is a curse, but for me… It’s a rare privilege that my uncle, and his uncles before him, granted. A privilege I shall forever cherish.

**Since I don't post often, I decided to just come up with this blog based story. It is a very, very, VERY, distant parallelism of some real life events and characters. Chapters would be in installment basis, so as to get me motivated to write... hopefully! =)) Hope you like it~ **