I followed the small, bright light of the house in the woods and finally reached it with a bit of a heavy breath. It was a steep incline up the hill to the house and I wasn't used to a trek like that, so I was huffing a little bit to get up there.

At last, I went up to the sliding glass door and went through with an eased sigh as the temperate house air hit me and opened up my lungs. I turned around and slid it gently back into place.

"Marcy, it's me. Can you bring out a bottle of wine and some glasses for me, please?" I called out to the house.

Silence.

No one's here...

Or at least that's what it feels like...

"Marcy??"

With a deathly strange feeling, I slowly made my way past the dining table, looking into the little indoor window at the sink.

"Where are you..?"

All of the sudden, I heard the stairs creak and thump and before I could get a good, solid glance at her, Marcy jumped me, stabbing a tiny, apple-cutting knife into my open shoulder.

She only let out a feminine growl and twisted the tiny blade, my flesh beginning to singe and burn away at the metal.. but this was not my first rodeo.

Instead of collapsing to the ground and accepting my defeat, I grabbed a tight hold of Marcy's back by digging my thick, sharp talons into her back and shoulders. I nimbly swerved to the side and with a loud grunt of exasperation, I ripped her off my back and threw her to the hard floor. While she was stunned, I dropped to my knees and quickly pulled out the knife from my shoulder and held it to her throat all in one motion.

Marcy was a frail woman and I had the physical advantage, so it was like throwing off a heavy rag doll. She caught my wrist and held it fast in desperation, hard enough to slow me down. "You!!!" she bellowed from deep within herself.

I paused, no matter how foolish it was. I didn't even know she could talk until then. I always thought she was a mute or too incompetent.

"They'll get tired of you, too."

-Do it.-

-Kill her.-

-Don't hesitate.-

-What are you doing!?-

-Will I have to take care of this myself!?-

-Again!??-

-Coward.-

I frowned, closing my eyes tight and shaking my head to try and throw Vigil off. "N-No!!"

All the while, Marcy had just been watching me. She seemed like she had already come to terms with what was to come.

When I reopened my eyes, I was met with her fresh, green ones that seemed to beg me to end her life. They were calm and gentle like she was ready to die.

I pressed the tiny knife to her skin and quickly slashed her throat, blood pouring out of the wound and spilling out onto the floor everywhere. The smell made me instincts aroused, but the sight of it and the context made the whole thing too bitter to feel hungry about.

As I watched the life drain out of her, she stretched her thin lips into a small smile. It wasn't a grin nor was it a bitter smile. It honestly looked as though the strings that bound her to her physical hell were slowly unraveling from her soul. She appeared to feel relief.

However, I didn't do it for her. I did it for me. I'm not weak nor a coward. Everyday, I'm getting stronger, and one day...

..It will be Vigil that lies in a pool of blood.