Kimi's POV
As I navigated the familiar streets on my way back home, memories of Charlotte flashed vividly in my mind, each one more painful than the last. I couldn't help but replay our moments together, how her laughter would ring through my ears like music and how her smile could light up even the gloomiest of days. It felt surreal to think that someone I held so dear could inflict such profound hurt. How could she, of all people, betray me?
She had once promised me that she would let me in, that I could trust her with my heart. Every word seemed so genuine, and I allowed myself to believe that she truly meant it. But now, as I wrestled with my emotions, I found myself questioning everything. Was it all just a façade? A carefully crafted illusion designed to mask her true intentions? The doubt gnawed at me, leaving a bitter taste that lingered in the back of my throat.
As I thought about the countless times I had looked into her eyes, where I had seen kindness, warmth, and an unmistakable truth, I felt a crushing heaviness in my chest. Had I been naive to believe in her love? Did she truly use me for her own ends, rendering our moments together mere stepping stones to her own happiness?
Tears streamed down my face as I fought to regain control. Each drop felt like a release, a testament to the anguish I was trying to suppress. I tried so hard to hold it all in, to remain strong and composed, but I couldn't stop the tide of tears from flowing out faster than I could wipe them away. Each tear was a reminder of the trust I had placed in her, now shattered. In that moment of vulnerability, I felt utterly lost and alone, grappling with the turmoil that had erupted in my heart. Driving home became an agonizing journey through the chaos of my emotions, as I sought solace in the safety of my own four walls, far from the memories and the pain.
My vision blurred, a hazy fog enveloping my perception, rendering the road ahead a mere shadowy outline against the darkness of the night. Panic coursed through my veins as I desperately wiped at my eyes, trying to clear the obstruction that was blurring my reality. Just as I managed to regain a slight focus, the sickening, jarring impact of the crash hit me like a bolt of lightning. The sound of metal crunching and shattering glass filled the air, a cacophonous screeching that pierced through the disorientation and echoed loudly in my ears, reverberating against the chaos of my racing thoughts.
As the screeching faded into an eerie silence, I stumbled out of the mangled wreckage of my car, feeling the sting of minor wounds across my body. I winced as I instinctively touched one of the cuts; to my surprise, as soon as my fingers grazed the injury, it vanished completely, leaving no trace behind. A strange sensation washed over me, a blend of relief and confusion, but the moment was fleeting. My instincts quickly kicked in, and I turned to assess the aftermath of the accident, my heart pounding in my chest.
To my astonishment, I found myself staring at two figures—a woman and a baby—who had somehow appeared near the wreck. My senses sharpened, and I could hear the rhythmic pulse of their hearts, the warm blood streaming through their veins. A primal hunger surged within me, a desire that felt almost instinctive, yet I was also plagued by fear. I hesitated, apprehensive about the implications of my cravings. What if I lost control? What if my actions led to their demise?
As the tension inside me escalated, I felt my fangs elongate, a stark reminder of the monster lurking beneath my skin. In that moment, clarity washed over me; I recognized the desperate urge driving me. I couldn't suppress it any longer. My heart raced as I sprinted toward them, instinct overpowering reason. In an instant, I pulled them behind my car, shielding them from the chaotic world I had just created, before sinking my fangs into the soft flesh of the woman's throat. The taste of warm blood flooded my senses, overpowering every rational thought as the baby wailed in fear, the piercing cries echoing in the stillness.
As I drained the life from the woman, I watched in shock as her body rapidly turned pale, a stark contrast against the lurid dark of the night. In a frenzy, I turned to the infant, instinctively moving to silence the cries, sinking my teeth into the baby's delicate neck. The pallor of death spread unnaturally fast over the child, a horrifying reminder of what I had become. With grim efficiency, I took the lifeless bodies of the woman and her baby, placing them inside the wreckage of my vehicle.
Facing the remnants of my actions, I felt no remorse, only a chilling detachment as I doused the car with gasoline, transforming it into a pyre. Flames erupted, illuminating the darkness and casting monstrous shadows all around. I didn't look back as I sprinted away from the scene, adrenaline coursing through my veins, a wild thrill mingled with terror, leaving chaos behind me in the fire's wake. The world would not remember them, and in my heart, I feared I was already fading into the darkness myself.