James Hackett

Edward, his name was Edward.
Backing away from La Femme he remembered his given name. Looking into her eyes he knew what was next for him and having never before faced his own terrifying end thoughts cluttered back and forth across his mind. The lives he took and tortured, the person he was once and now to the end.
As she came closer, Cauchemar’s fear transformed and ignorant defiance stormed within him, was he about to let a woman bring him to his knees without fighting one last time to save the existence he savored for over a hundred years?
Desperate fire raged in his face. Cautious, La Femme slowed her pace and readied herself for what he might do. The only thing more dangerous than an angry predator was a cornered, angry predator. With a twist of his hand an image appeared to the side of him. It was Andrew making notes at his desk, his forehead furrowed in concentration while he focused on the computer screen in front of him.
“No…”
Her whispered denial only fueled the nightmarish ghoul before her; he had one last trick up his proverbial sleeve. Reaching into the image he plucked Andrew from his desk and pulled him from that moment to the one here between La Femme and himself.
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Cauchemar they called him and a nightmare he truly was. His very appearance was dreamlike; seemingly if you looked at him too closely he would float away into nothingness. Barely 5 ft tall and with a slim reed-like frame he was easy to miss in a crowd.

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A mysterious melancholy seeped into the tavern and settled into the bones of the patrons as the door swung open letting in the oddly gaited waif of a being. The unease was palpable.

Everyone shifted and looked on restlessly as even more strangers filtered soundlessly into the formerly pleasant atmosphere.

His presence ensured the attack was over before the people in the tavern even knew it had begun.

The women watched children die as their own blood spilled onto the floor. Men who fought back were disabled and angled to witness a carnage they could do nothing to stop.

At the end of it all, men who were once proud warriors lay broken in mind andbody covered in the blood of their kin.

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At least the new chair works just as I wanted it to. Thank goodness, otherwise that last kill may have gone differently. Another deserving soul on its way.

Being La Femme had its own satisfaction and right now I had no regrets, but Layla…was I still Layla?

Sigh did I want to be? She was so broken and still so empty, she had a purpose now and she was really hoping it would be enough.
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Perfumes this time.
Sensuous.
A sliver of scent with a pound of impact.
Here we go again.
Now I had an idea of why and instinctively knew where. She was in the room with me watching and waiting.
To be honest I didn’t give a fuck. This journey or whatever the hell it was, was not by my choice, it was thrust upon me without my consent or even knowledge of what was going on or what was to come.
No one asked what I wanted nor did they give me a choice.

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“Doc are you busy?”
“Layla?”

“Yeah it’s me are you busy? Actually even if you are I need your help…uhmmm now, right now.”
“We spoke about boundaries and how our relationship..”

“Doc. I am actually asking for help. Do I usually ask for help?
“No. You don’t. What is going on?”

“Lots, but right now I need you to come to 83 Brooke Road in Maraval. It is on the left hand side after you pass the KFC that is near…”
“Vie De France?”

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It felt like a lifetime. It was exactly one month. One solitary month to the day I last tried to end my life. Who would have thought my life would still be mine and that it would have taken such a path.

One month.

My grandmother, Maman had died in that month, but this was the second time I was here at her grave since then. The first time was to mourn in disbelief this time it was for something completely different.

This time, this day, it would be purpose fulfilled.

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Breathe breathe breathe breathe…
No, no, no not again, I failed again no!
I can hear their voices, concern dripping off their words. The faces that are so full of carefully contrived emotion. Just like before, it is all going to be just like before. No, please no.

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The religions of the world say that only the Supreme Being that gave us life has the right to take it away.
But what do they know, fighters of wars and causers of destruction in the name of a Supreme Being no one has any actual evidence of seeing.
Why should I owe anything to a cause that has never done anything for me?
I simply won’t. I will walk my own way even if it is to my death.

So be it.

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