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the heart of a monster – finale

Full moon night

As bright as I get to see anymore

The light stung a little but only as much as the sun used to on a mid-summer’s day. I’m not even sure if that is a memory or dream I have retold

And retold

……….And retold

……………And retold

………………..And…

I could still taste him on my lips.

Sweet like sun-rippened fruit.

Cherries

Peach

Strawberries

Apples

Oranges juicy and fragrant

The scent of his blood was strong, wafting up from the bag in one hand.

Spare clothes in the other.

I surveyed my garden, drenched in the white moonlight. The shadows of the dirt-mounds rippled across the ground as far as my eyes could see. Thousands of them. The final resting places of monsters.

The only thing we leave is the heart.

And for good reason…

Beside the last mound I made,

crouched

shivering

naked

dirty

reborn,

was the girl who had been taken by the last monster.

She –

My new sister

A Filia Sanguine

A blood daughter

like me

Born of the heart of her destroyer

like me

Given a second chance

like me

To go her own way

Or to stay and fight

like me

It will be her choice.

I went to her

Slowly, gently

She was a wild animal

But I was not there to tame her, I only accept her.

I held her naked body against my own and allowed her to cry. It is like being awakened from a nightmare…

The pain is still fresh on your skin

The fear and adrenaline still plagues you

Infects you

But it fades…

Like most dreams… and memories.

Quiet as shadows, my sisters came to collect our sibling. They would bathe her, love on her… she did not need to eat. She’d already had a hearty meal.

I had a job to do.

Finding a new place, a spot of dirt not dug before, I knelt and begun digging with my hands.

Tears fell into the freshly turned soil, tears of blood. It doesn’t matter how many times I have done this, I always cry.

Earth

Blood

Moonlit sky

My tears that I weep for the lost

I took the photo of the dead girl, crime scene tape in its corner. It smelled faintly of Detective Morris, my friend, my protection from the outside world.

In the hole goes the photograph.

And so too, the heart of a monster…

The dirt felt good under my fingernails.

Cleansing,

somehow.

Washing me of my sins.

And… we are done…

Thank you for staying folks! All the love xxx

Amberley

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37 thoughts on “the heart of a monster – finale”

  1. This was amazing! I want the TV series! I dare you to write another episode! You have a gift for this! I love how in just a few words you poignantly gave us closure. The imagery… chills! Brilliant!

    Fantastic! More please!!! 😂

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    1. Lol you are so sweet Melon…
      I will have to think about It. This was really all there was in my head. I knew I wanted to end with the first sentences because I wanted it to seem like this was it … her life for eternity. Same thing night after night. There is never a shortage of bad guys…
      It really does make me feel all warm and fuzzies that you like it so much, Melon sweets.
      All the love xxx

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  2. Oh now you reveal yourself Amberley: you are so good at it because you were a horror writer before! You really grip me with your prose. I loved reading this one and would keep an eye for whatever you pick up next. Have a great Sunday. 🙂

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  3. I am not at all surprised you’re a pro… I loved this! The denouement is perfect! Great story, and another installment, please! The way you make us sympathetic to dark creatures… By putting the worst of humanity against them… I loved this! 😍❤❤😙

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    1. You are sweet, muffins as always! I still wouldn’t call myself “pro” bahahshshshahaha thats a bit far. But I did get paid…
      I am so happy you guys enjoyed it… so while I am writing a new one of these you will be writing another Layne Bond story? #bribery
      😙😙😙😙😙
      You are probably already writing one… you’re machine.
      All the love, Wardy!

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