And I am writing again...

 
 For those of u who have the free time to read my long stuff, there's another of my weird stories.
This is something I wrote some time ago, just after I came back from Hk.
 Some may say it's based on true events, I ask: untill what point?

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It was a normal night, nothing special about it, except for the fact that it was my last night in the city. That was supposed to be my last dinner with some acquaintances I made, and just to feel a bit more comfortable, I invited her over.

 She was the first friend I made in that city years ago, and I still consider her one of my best friends. I fell in love with her in one evening. She was beautiful, of course, anyone could see that, but it was more than that. We spoke, we shared, and we laughed. Oh, how I love to make her laugh. Every time we meet, half of my efforts go to steal a smile from her, to free her of that sad burden that seems to follow her everywhere. She is always trying to hide it, but one of my few gifts is that I can read people.

 And slowly she opened up to me, she had been hurt. Seriously hurt. And I couldn’t feel sadder.

 One day I told her about my feelings, and she answered with a smile, no words. A smile that said I am sorry, a smile that said that will never happen. A smile. I couldn’t read beyond this, a smile that will haunt me forever.

 That didn’t break what we had, she still opened up to me, and I would always be there for her.

 Years have passed now, and I still love her as the first day, and yet I know it will never happen.

 She called me saying she would be late, and that she would come with him. She said I should keep two seats.

 The world broke in small parts and I stopped caring.

 I couldn’t fake a smile, I couldn’t look around. I heard the primal sound of my heart breaking. It lasted an eternity, and the echoes will be heard beyond time.

 Ten minutes later she arrived. I was trying to make small talk with the three people around me, trying as hard as I could. And then she sat down and introduced him to me. I looked at her, said hi, shook his hand and mumbled nicetomeetyou without looking at him. I couldn’t.

 Dishes were brought and I heard him speak to the others. French accent. He spoke in a weird way, something about his voice, not about his accent. He kept talking about his job and about his colleagues, never mentioning anyone who was actually a local. I know this kind of people, and I know he will use her and throw her away in six months. I needed to look at his face, read him to be certain.

 And once I was certain, keep it to myself. I could never tell her, she is in love. She always is, she is broken inside, so she loves with all her heart when one of these guys show some interest for her, I have seen it before. I only thought this time it would be different. I dreamed of her looking into my eyes and seeing what I saw in her, I dreamt of endless nights talking, of sweet kisses. I dreamt of so much that it physically hurts.

 I looked up, direct into his eyes. And I was left speechless. My breath froze into my lungs. Is anyone else seeing this? I looked around, at their faces. They look at him normally. No one sees it. It can’t be. Am I the only one seeing this?

 I look at her, try to read her. Just make me a sign, a small sign and I will understand something is wrong and that this can’t be. But her eyes are looking at him, listening at whatever he’s talking about. Her hand lies on his leg, and I shiver.

 I look at the other people at the restaurant. No one is looking at us, but they are not averting their looks, they are simply not interested. So they can’t see it either.

 Am I crazy? Something finally popped inside my head and it’s making me see things?

 But it looks so real…

 Ten minutes have passed, and it’s still there.

 I have been silent all this time. She asks me what’s wrong. And I can’t answer.

 I want to leave. I want to run. This fear is not natural. This feeling can’t be natural.

 But if it’s true, I am not leaving her with him. And yet I can’t take her away and explain it to her.

 There’s nothing else I can do.

 -Who are you?-

 The whole table falls silent and looks at me.

 -Who are you? - I ask again

 He answers me with his name in perfect French. But that thing is still there.

-I am not talking to you. Who are YOU? –

The thing opens his eyes and looks at me, I got its attention now, I ask again.

-You can hear me then, tell me who are you.-

YOU CAN SEE ME

 Its lips move, but not his, the others in the table give me surprised looks.

 They can’t see what I see. In the exact same place where the French guy is, there’s also something else, a strange creature. He looks like something out of a dream, out of a nightmare. No hair. Small horns out of his forehead. His skin, a reddish tone trying to hide purple veins. Its eyes of a colour I can’t describe, and a mouth full of sharp teeth. But again, it’s on the guy. Or inside him. I can’t tell, but I can see them both.

 -Who are you?-

MY NAME IS NOT IMPORTANT TO YOU, BUT YOU CAN SEE ME, I AM SURPRISED.

- What do you want? –

OH THIS CAN BE ENTERTAINING. ¿WHAT DO I WANT? SOULS, AND I AM SO CLOSE TO GET A FRESH AND NAÏVE SOUL.

The French guy’s hand moves onto her hand, and holds it tight.

She looks at me – What are you talking about? –

The French guy answered my questions as I was talking to this thing, but I can’t hear him anymore. The creature’s voice quiets everything else. I know the others at the table are talking, but I can’t hear them. And yet, I heard her voice.

-You can’t see it, can you? - I have to try, maybe now that it is talking, she can see it.

-What are you talking about? See what? – her voice sounds scared.

OH, HERE THE FUN BEGINS. YOU LOVE HER!!! YOU LOVE THIS PIECE OF FLESH!!! OH, BUT POOR LITTLE PRINCE, SHE DOESN’T LOVE YOU BACK, UH? BOO-HOO, BOO-HOO.

- Shut up – I am trying to control myself, trying to think rationally, trying to think of what’s going on.

-What? What’s wrong with you? – she thinks I am talking to her.

The creature laughs, and the echoes it creates hurt my very soul.

BUT YOU DECIDE TO STAY BY HER SIDE, JUST IN CASE SOMEDAY SHE REALIZES, OH, SHE HAS ALWAYS LOVED YOU AND SHE HAS BEEN SO SO WRONG LOOKING AT OTHERS. HAHAHA. YOU ARE PATHETIC.

-So, you are telling me you are a demon? –

OH, YOU LITTLE HUMANS AND YOUR NAMING THINGS. I CAN BE A DEMON, I CAN BE A GHOST, I CAN BE A MONSTER. BUT YOUR PUNY LANGUAGE HAS NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE WHAT I REALLY AM. WHAT REALLY MATTERS HERE IS THAT SHE IS ABOUT TO FALL.

- Fall? What do you mean? What are you doing to her? –

OH, I AM NOT DOING ANYTHING, A LITTLE TEMPTATION HERE, A LITTLE PERVERSION THERE. SHE HAS BEEN RELUCTANT UNTILL NOW, BUT SHE HAS PROMISED US THAT SOON SHE WILL BE READY.

-Ready for what? What do you want from her? –

FROM HER? OH NOTHING AT ALL, I DON’T WANT ANYTHING FROM HER, I WANT HER, HER ESENCE, HER VERY SOUL. BUT I CAN’T TAKE IT. SO WE ARE BREAKING HER SLOWLY, MAKING HER DO THINGS SHE NEVER THOUGHT SHE WOULD. AND SLOWLY, PERVERTING HER SOUL UNTILL SHE HAS NO LIGHT LEFT.

- She will never agree on anything that would hurt her, I know her.

Something is going on around the table. The French guy doesn’t seem to know what’s going on, but he seems unable to move.

 My hands are crossed on the table as I speak calmly with a creature from Hell. I must have gone mad.

YOU KNOW, SHE IS A CHOSEN ONE. SHE HAS A PURE SOUL, BUT SHE HAS BEEN SLOWLY BROKEN, I AM TAKING THOSE PIECES AND EATING THEM, AND OH, THIS ONE IS SO DELICIOUS. I TOOK THIS HUMAN AND BOUND MYSELF TO HIM, I GIVE HIM PLEASURE, AND HE GIVES ME SOULS. I DON’T THINK HE KNOWS I EXIST, BUT HE’S SO ROTTEN INSIDE THAT I COULD BURN MYSELF INTO HIS BEING JUST SO EASILY.

- I won’t let you do this, I will find a way to stop you, I will tell her, I will tell him, we will…we will…exorcise you out of his body. We will find a way –

YOU ARE JUST SO LOST IN YOUR ANGER. I AM NOT A SPIRIT, I AM BURNT INTO THE SOUL OF THIS HUMAN, ONLY WHEN HE DIES, I WILL LEAVE HIM. AND I AM MAKING SURE HE LIVES TO AN ADVANCED AGE.

-I won’t… I can’t…-my mind is running too fast for me to follow, I am breathing fast, too fast to go on, I am sweating all over, and the air-con of this place was freezing five minutes ago – I will stop you, whatever it takes. –

 OH LOOK AT YOU, IT’S THE FIRST TIME YOU MAKE CONTACT!! YOUR BODY IS ALREADY GIVING UP AT THE TRANCE!! YOU WILL FAINT SO VERY SOON. YOU WANT TO PROTECT HER? YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE THE WINGS!! YOU ARE JUST AN ACCIDENT, YOU CAN SEE ME BY CHANCE, AND YOU DON’T HAVE THE POWER TO STOP ME. YOU WILL WATCH HER WITHER AND DIE. OH SHE WILL DIE IN A VERY TRAGIC WAY, OF COURSE. AND YOU KNOW THE BEST?

I am hardly conscious anymore; I only hear echoes of words…

THAT THEN SHE WILL BE MINE FOR ALL ETERNITY AND SHE WILL SUFFER EVERYTHING YOU CAN IMAGINE, AND THINGS THAT YOU ARE NOT EVEN CAPABLE O F UNDERSTANDING. AND WHEN SHE IS THERE, I WILL SHOW HER HOW YOU KNEW, AND HOW YOU DIDN’T EVEN TRY TO DO ANYTHING!!!

 That horrible laughter is the last thing I hear.

 When I wake up, its echoes are still ringing in my ears. Someone in my table is calling an ambulance. I look up and tell him there’s no need. I don’t even remember his name. I slowly stand up and look around me, they are gone. They left after I passed out, they said I was acting too weird and thought I was drunk. She thinks I did that because I am jealous. Oh God, I wish.

 Two days have passed. I missed my flight, took some things from my apartment and disappeared. I want everyone to think I ran away somewhere else.

 Yesterday night I finally got myself a gun. It’s easier than I thought in this city. I will wait in this corner, I followed them here. I will wait until they separate, and when she’s gone, I will do it.

 Only one way to make the demon disappear. And that is killing the guy.

 I know that means I will never see her again. She wouldn’t understand. On my way here I think I saw something dark pass over the moon, I could swear it had wings and a tail. And there was this guy; he had some kind of…fog around his hands. I didn’t look twice.

 I don’t know what’s going on, but now I know there’s no way back. There he is. He kisses her and I clench my fists until they hurt. They part.

 I follow him. He walks fast. Luckily there are not many people in the streets at this hour of the night. I run to him, and without looking into his face I put the gun into his stomach and shoot three times. Before I run I shoot once more into his head, just in case.

 I didn’t see the demon’s expression when I killed the human.

 But I guess I will see him again. If I can escape from human law. I am a runaway now. And I see…"