The Devil of New York

The tombstone Elijah sat on was really uncomfortable. Then again, it hadn’t exactly been built for being sat on, so why complain. At least this time the weather was on his side. The dark night sky was covered by an even darker cloud blanket that would become a mighty thunderstorm when it would unleash itself, but now the giant was still asleep. This pleased Elijah, since it kept the surroundings dark and hid him from by passers’ eyes, but would also cover up the tracks that would be left behind tonight.

  Elijah wasn’t exactly a religious man, had never been and would never become, but he still felt a little uncomfortable when he thought about what he was going to do on the Lords properties. On the other hand, if he was to face heavenly vengeance it probably wouldn't be any worse than it already was, so what the hell. Hopefully this would be worth the pain in the end, since if he succeeded he would be one job closer to his freedom. The sooner he got rid of this bloody curse the better.

   Elijah noticed that the ground beneath him started to move. The movement would have gone unnoticed by a mortal’s eye, but Elijah’s keen senses missed nothing. That was both a blessing and a curse. Of course it was useful to have high trimmed senses, but what they were used for would give anyone the creeps. Even Elijah hated what he did, but at least he got to do it in his own pace and fully aware of his sins. The option would have been that he could pass out anytime and wake up hours, even days later in another part of the world covered in blood, guts and rests of who knows what without the slightest clue of what he had done to get in that state. This had been something he never could have lived with, even if the choice he made probably would bite him in the back some day. But that was of no importance now. His prey had started to crawl out from its unholy grave, where it lurked during daylight hours.

   The smell hit Elijah like a sledgehammer. The smell of the creatures last night’s feast and of its own rotten, bloodstained body was truly overwhelming. Seeing the half bare bones underneath the decayed flesh and the limbs which were barely attached to the body weren't exactly helping either. The cursed thing stood up and started its unsteady gait towards the gates. It had no idea that tonight it wouldn't be feasting on mortal flesh. Tonight its monstrous existence would come to a sudden halt and the Devil would be feasting on it instead.

   Elijah felt how the nasty liquid mixed with the blood in his veins started to boil and bubble. It longed for the pleasure that could only be gained by causing inhumane pain and the joy of ripping that night's ugly child to bits that would fit in a match box. The monster he had become started to take over and soon it launched towards the thing, while the real Elijah just sat and watched the show from the front seat, unable to do anything else but in terror follow the twists and turns of his own body.

  Shivers of pleasure ran up and down his spine when what once had been blood gushed out and drenched him. The thing screamed in agony and tried to get away from its attacker, but the struggle was in vain. Every terror-struck move felt more ecstatic than the previous and Elijah felt how his mind started to get blurry from the high.

  It didn’t take long before it all was over. Everything left of the undead was a few bloody ponds here and there. Elijah felt his pulse racing and the adrenalin running in his veins. The rush had been amazing, better than any of the ones before. This had felt more intimate, more personal. This one had been craving for his judgment for so long, it had been begging for a punishment.

  The rain started to fall heavily. It washed away the last of the immense rush and Elijah started to clearly see what had happened. Once again it had taken over completely and intoxicated his mind and soul. It had made him enjoy it to the fullest and there was absolutely nothing he could have done against it. People always talked about a hell on earth, but they had no idea what that truly meant. Elijah did.

  Elijah took cover from the downpour in a crypt. It must have belonged to some sickly rich bastard, since it had been made to look like a great temple fit for some ancient Olympian god. Its polished, sickeningly pure white marble walls and floors were now covered in whatever the water flushed of Elijah’s clothes, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to crawl into a corner, exhausted, and feel sorry for himself. He knew that he in reality didn’t have the right to be sorry. He had more or less self-handedly brought this down on himself. But that thought didn’t make it hurt less. He thought about the pain he had caused with his betrayal and screamed out into the raging night.

  Elijah started shaking when he thought about his beloved, beautiful Sheri. She had been the love of his life, an angel disguised as a mere mortal. And in his idiocy he had gone and betrayed her. He had crushed both her heart and world, made her think that he was gone, that he was dead. Still he knew it was better than letting her know the truth. Now she could move on and some day even be happy again, unaware of this living nightmare.

  The thunderstorm had unleashed itself upon the city and was now washing away the horrors of this night. Somehow Elijah still managed to fall asleep in this uproar of nature. It would have been hard to know which was in greater turmoil: Nature or the poor Elijah crawled up in the corner. The last thing on his mind had not been the sins he had committed tonight, but the happy memories about the things and moments he had shared with his loved one.