Tragic Tale

"Kill me… I don't deserve to live…" Like though a switch in my heart has been triggered, I struggled and released my hold on her.

My body shook tremendously as black veins popped out of my neck and muscles. I fell down on the floor and she tried to catch her breath, coughing in the process.

The blood vessels in my veins kept swelling, the pain I felt was tremendous. "Urgh… ahhh.." Despite my pain, my eyes were focused on her.

I'm going through pain, this is what I get when I don't feed my bloodlust… immense pain.

She doesn't deserve to die, She didn't do anything, I chanted these words in my head to tame my blood lust. Klara stared at me, her lifeless eyes stared deep at me.

I don't know if it was worry or fear I saw in her eyes.

"You are in pain…" It was more like a declaratory statement.

Klara crawled towards me, I backed away from her, "don't come near." I muttered, coughing haphazardly in the process. My tongue tasted a strong metallic fishy taste, and I knew it's blood.

"Shh…" Klara mouthed, sprawling beside me, she lay next to me. I couldn't help but wonder what she wanted to do.

"They are two little black birds flying on a wall, one named Peter, one named Paul. They were best friends, always spending their time chatting and sitting on the wall everyday. One day, Peter didn't visit Paul and Paul was sad. Paul is always the arrogant one, but he is filled with compassion. Once, Peter was bullied and Paul avenged him. Since Paul is fearless, Paul vowed to always protect Peter all his life. Paul had no family and took Peter as his brother. Paul's wisdom and straightforwardness got him fame. Not wanting to make Peter angry and think that he had abandoned him because of fame he obtained, Paul took Peter along and then made sales by selling sweet fruits to their fellow birds. Other birds were Jealous of the duo, and called them birds of the same feather. They've been living harmoniously till Paul fell in love with a beautiful birdie, named Sally. She has a beautiful voice and nice colored striped feathers, always shy and lovely. By chance, fate brought them together, but someone seemed unsatisfied. A strong seed of greed grew in Peter's heart and a desire to covert birdie sally came into his mind and dug its roots deeper day by day into his heart… Paul had many enemies and in a bid to have little Sally all to himself, Peter plotted evilly. He took Paul to a forest inhibited by wild animals and there, together with his ally he trapped Paul and got him killed. Paul never expected to be betrayed by his own best friend. Even in his death, he wasn't able to forget that betrayal and pain."

I was so immensed in Klara's tale that I didn't know when my hearts' discomfort vanished.

"No happy ending?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

Klara tilted hee neck and stared deep into my eyes.

"No. Not everyone is meant to have a happy ending. It's their destiny…" She looked into the distance, turned her body and lay in a fetus position.

A thought came to mind… she is insecure.

I hugged her from behind, "Paul might've not gotten a happy ending, but then, he might have gotten another chance to live again…"

"He's quite pitiful then… uncertainty is not a certainty." She chuckled, her nose sore.