3. Day One

His hair was long and dark, like the night that he so often found himself in the middle of. That was the first thing he remembered, first of all the other things, before he remembered anything at all. His teeth were mostly canines, that was the second thing he remembered. It was the second thing. Before they were just teeth; before he had killed, before he had tasted blood, they were just teeth. He could remember blood dripping; dripping from his lips, dripping from his teeth, from his chin, from his neck, and from the mirror he couldn’t really see his reflection in. Nothing was new there, nothing old, just a constant in the time that had passed and the time that was passing. He had always remembered himself like this, stalking and hunting, but most of all hungry, the most primal of all the things that he was.
His eyes glowed in the dark of his apartment, within the four walls where he found himself the very first day and where he stayed; he didn’t move, he couldn’t move, shivering in the cold, enveloped by nothing but the dark, his nakedness and the massacre he had committed. Today he was warm, and ate his meals on the table like some refined cannibal, even though he wasn’t one, you have to be human to be one; but his prey were all human. He still remembered the half eaten corpse from the day he made his first human kill; the eyes of the corpse were wide open as if to consume any and all light that it could find, staring him down with a fear he had himself never known. He usually finished his meals, but that day was different. He had felt something stronger that day, something stronger than his hunger, something he hadn’t felt before, something he hadn’t felt since. He saw dreams of colors and shapes, tunnels of vibrant lights, kaleidoscopic images that were made of blood and bone, and the pain that came with it. If pain was a vision, then that was it. He saw things he couldn’t make sense of, like some ancient knowledge force fed into his being. The proverbial die was being cast and he was the cloth twisting in itself to soak it all.