"I remember everything about it—with an effort. I see it all, as divers see what is going on above them, through a medium, dense, rippling, but transparent."
― Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla
I don't stay for there are only cold memories here and nothing more. I hope that Antonio's corpse is still decent. Salvador will not forgive me this, I know too well. I should call Alex and have him pickup Antonio's corpse, outside of town. Then I'll come back and burn this place down.
"I didn't expect to see you," Salvador's eyes burn with anger and confusion. Then I look at Alex, who gives me an apologetic look for his brother's behavior.
"Someone has to help him."
"I see if I were you I'd bury or do whatever it is you're going to do too him soon. His body is decomposing fast. He won't last," I hand over the body and turn to leave only to be stopped by a child's hand. When I turn to see who it is I find a ghostly boy holding my hand and smiling at me with a smile that seems to reach he's midnight blue eyes.
"Thank you," he says.
"For what?"
"For freeing me, I died here and was bound to stay here. When you sent him away you set me free," he says not letting go, his child like features unharmed even after death. Poor thing if only I could help him.
"So I wasn't his only prisoner it seems."
"No you were not, but you can help me," Night says.
"How?" He smiles when I ask this and lets go of my hand. His ghostly figure turns solid; he is alive, no longer dead.
"I need a mother," He says in his child like voice.
"I would not be a very good one."
"You don't remember me do you?" He stretches too touch my face so I kneel in front of him. What I see I cannot believe; a small child a newborn too be exact. Slowly he shows me how the newborn grows and changes until it turns into him. He is only seven, a cruel and menacing figure goes for him, only to be stop by a grieving mother. She shields her child with her own body only for the beast to take an interest in her.
The beast promises not to kill them if they go with him. Mother and child do not believe this yet they go for they have no other choice. The beast kills the child and seduces the mother. I add that part from my memories; Enrique killed my son oh so long ago; my little boy, so innocent, and full of grace, murdered by that monster.
"He killed you. I let him do it."
"No you didn't," He says as he caresses my face and gives me a hug.
"I'm sorry" is all I can bring myself to say.
"I don't blame you mother, he forced it a upon us," as he says this I can see in he's midnight blue eyes that he truly believes it.
"You are too kind."
"You always said I was like father in that way," He looks at Salvador with hopeful eyes.
"And you are?"
"Your father," I say and he hugs him. Salvador reaches down for the child looks at him and then at me, giving me that knowing look that he so rarely gives.
"Didn't see that one coming," he says, as Night wraps he's little arms around he's papa's neck.
"Neither did I," when I say this Night starts to laugh.
"What is it?" Salvador asks.
"Nothing," Night answers in his childlike voice. I wonder if this is how it ends; if this time, he won't come back. And if Night will get older or remain a child forever, I guess we'll just have to wait and see.