Visions of Red

I do what God tells me to do.

They don't believe that He is my god as well as theirs- they think I have made a god for myself. Or that I take my orders from the devil. But I do not. The devil has no place in my world. And I am more justified in my actions than all of them combined. They kill us because they believe we are monsters. I kill them because God believes they are monsters. And my opinion never enters the matter.

They see our red eyes and say we are demons- they tell their children, raise them in fear and dread. 'If you see the Red Eyes, you don't hesitate, you kill them on sight. Demons, the lot of them.'

They will never understand the fear our children feel at the sight of a 'normal' human being. We are not the monsters.

I feel the open, gnawing hunger inside me- crying out for forbidden satisfaction. No. It's not time yet. There has been no order, no command. So my hunger remains unsatiated. I do not kill for sport.

My only true friend enters the room, and hears the growl of my empty stomach.

"You okay?"

I smile at his question. So unknowing. He hasn't been with us long enough to know true hunger. He is human. He will never know.

"Yes," I respond quietly, "I am okay."

He doesn't look convinced, and I think he sees the gaping emptiness held in my eyes. I continue speaking in an attempt to explain the inexplicable.

"You've heard the term 'Mind over matter', yes?"

"Yes."

"It's like that."

The confusion in his eyes has transformed into unease. Of course. I feel the same at times, when I consider the weight of all I have consumed. Maybe their children fear us with good reason. But not this unknowing soul. He knows, he believes what I say. I meant it when I said he was my only true friend.

It's too bad I've just seen him in a vision...