Ethan
I paced the length of the courtroom, looking at the man bowing on his knees before me. What was he doing? I was annoyed. I wanted to slash at him with my fingers, pick him off the ground, grab him by the neck and sink my fangs into his neck. I wanted to bury my fangs so deep into his skin till he was drained.
I gasped and stilled at the horrible thoughts in my head. I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t sink my fangs into the neck of another vampire. That was a crime. We were only allowed to feed on animals and our enemies and not on one another. I was the king and I couldn’t be the one to keep breaking the rules.
I could no longer understand myself. I had this insane urge to kill everyone who got me annoyed and lately, there had been a lot of people that had been doing that lately. I was going to kill all my people if I acted on my urges and so I did the next thing that I could think of.
I threw them in prison till I was sure I wouldn’t react rashly and knew what to do with them.
I sighed as I placed my head in my hands. I used to be a sage leader but that couldn’t be said of me anymore. I didn’t know what was wrong with me and I wasn’t sure of how to explain. I didn’t even think anyone was going to believe me. Sometimes, I felt like I wasn’t the one in my own body and didn’t know what I was doing. I only found in my brain later memories and none of it felt like I had done it or said the words. They weren’t even things that I could have done because they weren’t my values.
Those moments were fleeting, going as fast as they came and left me more confused and convinced me that I was the one and becoming a little crazy. I had never heard of a bipolar vampire and didn’t think that I was going to be the first. I hoped that wasn’t the case. I didn’t want to go down in history as a crazy king though I was afraid I was already making history as a bad king with the number of people that I had thrown into the dungeon.
It was the fall. I convinced myself. I wasn’t crazy. It was the injury that my brain had sustained because of the fall. I would be fine once my brain healed. I hoped that was as soon as it could.
“Get rid of him.” I said without looking back at the man.
I didn’t look at any of the men I had sent to the dungeon in the face as I was sending them there. I was afraid of what my crazy self might do if I look at them. I didn’t want to realize that I had killed one of my people after doing it like I had found out the other day that I had invaded the house of the werewolves and taken a statue that I didn’t need. It wasn’t until we got back home that I realized what I had done. I had been so ashamed and disturbed about what I had done but I didn’t want to show Rudolph that something was wrong with me and had pretended like it was all my idea though in a strange way, I could understand why I had done everything that I had done. It wasn’t my wish to invade the house of the werewolves but it had felt like my desire all the same.
The man groaned as the guard picked him up and led him towards the dungeon. We all knew where they were headed. The guard didn’t need to ask what to do with him. He knew what I meant when I said that he should get rid of him.
I turned back to the men left in the room when I heard the door close and knew that the man who had gotten me annoyed was gone.
“I think we can end this meeting here.” I said.
I didn’t think there was anything more to say. Moreover, my head was aching and I needed to go into my chamber to rest.
Everyone bowed and went out of the room as if they couldn’t wait to be rid of me. I sighed. I could sense their fear as they walked out.
This was bad. I had turned into a king that my people feared instead of respected. I pretended like I was fine as I walked out of the room to my chambers but I wasn’t happy.
I was greatly distressed at how everything was and wished that I knew how everything had gone wrong.