I'm a monster
"So, is it a deal or no deal?" Silas tilted his head whilst moving around his vast living room.
The living room he used alone in the mansion he stayed in.
"Deal."
He let out a relieved sigh as he heard the deep voice at the other end.
"It should be done before 10 PM, you know we don't want anyone knowing," Silas said.
"No one would suspect a thing except you rat us out and it will be done smoothly. Be rest assured." The voice said again.
Silas nodded, before hanging up.
He didn't need to be present in the meeting being held at the moment. He was certain everything would go on smoothly without him.
Although he trusted no one, he had little trust in his allies. They often did a great job in his presence and absence.
Silas smiled briefly as the call ended and he stepped towards the bar.
Life was a lot easier, he mused and imagined the vast fortune that would be his tomorrow.
He couldn't wait for that to happen and he'd surely get the most out of it.
**********
Trevor groaned as he landed several punches on the bag before him.
He had been going on for a while now and he was doing so to relieve the tension within him.
Working on the instruments in the enormous gym room which was underneath his building made him relieved within a few minutes.
He only needed to land several punches on the punching bag and run on the treadmill for him to calm down.
But he had been working on both for a few hours and the tension was still lodged in him. Heck, it seemed to multiply as his thoughts became intense.
Why couldn't he stop? He gritted his teeth as he punched.
A wince escaped his lip as the flesh on his hand split from using it too much.
He halted, shaking his head before staring at his hands which were covered in blood.
He stepped out of the basement, and into his living room with the help of an elevator.
Walking to the bar, he poured himself a considerable amount of whiskey and gulped it down.
Trevor grimaced and scrunched up his face before pouring himself another drink.
He wrapped a gauze which was in his gym shorts and wrapped it around his bloodied hand before grasping the wine glass and gulping down what he had poured.
His head reeled and he sat on the stool in front of the bar, staring at nothing.
"What can't I stop the urge for blood? Why the hell am I different?! I am a fucking monster!"
He snatched the glass from the counter and flung it across the room.
The glass shattered and Trevor covered his ears with his hand, then let out a toe-curling scream.
"I didn't do it on purpose." He sobbed. His body trembled. "I didn't do it!"
He didn't mean to kill her.
He didn't even mean to have a taste of her blood.
He couldn't help himself. Her blood was just so intoxicating he had let it take over him.
He had never lost control until now. And he was certain it was because he was trying to do away with blood.
"Oh gods, I am a fucking murderer." He had never had any guilt about killing anyone.
Leila made him feel guilty.
Leila made him feel as though he was a mess which he believed he truly was.
Trevor staggered back to the bar and brought out another wine glass to pour himself a drink.
***********
Anthony sighed as he knocked on the door. He listened intently and when he heard nothing from the other end, his brows furrowed.
Normally, Leila never answers him when he knocks but she barely takes a minute to walk to her door.
Perhaps, she was sleeping but how long could she be asleep?
He had come earlier as well and did the same thing but received no response and he assumed she was sleeping.
But he doubted it. Something doesn't feel right and he hoped his intuition was right as he slipped in the spare key to her room he always carried around, in the lock.
Being the Chief Security Officer in the governor's house made him head, not only over the other security agents but the household as a whole.
He had permission to do everything and he was Leila's bodyguard.
Hence, he'd be in trouble if anything happens to her since he was meant to watch her.
Anthony nudged the door open after using the keys and turned on the light from the switch.
The room was neatly arranged and everything was in space but Leila was nowhere to be found.
He searched even the funniest place which he didn't think she could be in; Her cupboards and underneath her bed.
But she wasn't there.
His brows creased further and he tapped on the earbud in his ear.
"Everyone, alert. The princess isn't in her room."
"What does that mean?" Someone said and Anthony let out a grunt.
"I've searched everywhere possible and I didn't see her, not even did I catch a whiff of her perfume."
"Perhaps, she left."
"She isn't allowed to leave the house," Anthony said but wondered if she had sneaked out.
He saw her earlier with Mrs Morgan but didn't know what they were discussing and he wasn't suspicious as well since they were like mother and daughter.
Mrs Morgan was one of the trusted security agents and she was the oldest in the house. But now, he believed her disappearance had everything to do with her.
Anthony stepped out of the room and shut the door. After searching everywhere including where he searched before, he made up his mind to question Mrs Morgan.
**********
Trevor stuttered and a wide grin was plastered on his face as he lay sprawled on the floor with 10 bottles of bourbon and whiskey beside him.
He was wasted no doubt, but he liked it. At least, he wasn't having the thought of being a monster and the reason he had killed Leila.
His head was free and he'd wished for it to remain that way.
