Notes

'More or less you can say a demon can have a heart, but then again you have to remember I am a demon. I have to live everyday to thirst for blood, and devour souls of the the pathetic beings who waste away their souls..'
I stared at this paper, for thats all I wrote. I was meaning to write songs, but really inside me I had to provide some sort of thruth. This wasn't a piece of lyric, this was simply a meaning of myself on daily basis. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I pushed the chair back from me, and I got up from it.
The sun managed to peek its rays through the window blinds of my room, barely lighting my room. I must say this room seemed like I never left it in days, as of matter of fact I didn't leave this room in more than a few days. Lately these nightmares have came to me over and over, blood covered walls, shadows in which they try to reach for me soon making me wake up. A slight shiver ran through my body as I had a thought of it, while I looked out the window.
Phoenix Ville Jax...
Thats what my mother and father used to call me.
My eyes lowered as I looked at the garden that looked quite dead at this point, sadly I just didn't seem to care to plant anymore blood red roses, after my mother left I didn't have any meaning to bring the plants back to life. My father on the other hand decided to just leave, christmas day was the last day I would see him. My little sister left with my mother as well, I didn't blame her why she wanted to leave.
"I hate you Phoenix! I hate you so much!" She screamed, tears filling her eyes and at this point she was broken in every way.
Everything that shouldn't have happened, did happen.
I closed my eyes as I placed my fingers gently on the blinds, as I remembered the night, at 17 I decided to run off to be with the girl I thought I loved, Rebekah. Her sweet touch against mine, her soft lips letting out soft moans.
I opened my eyes and looked at the forest the house was well hidden in, anger beginning to enter me. I hated her after she ran off, but oh well I ignored her and didn't want to deal with her.
Bowie Jax....
That was my stage name, but at this point I enjoyed it to the point I would use it as my regular name instead of Phoenix. More or less it didn't bother me that fans would mix my name up.
I turned away from the window, and I took my hand away from the blinds then went to the door, opening it. This house was beginning to break down over the years of my own abandonment of it. Yes. I was the one suppose to take care of it. The last step of the stairs I stood as a young male on his knees, and tied down was there in the middle of the living room, tears forming as he looked up at me.
"Please...let me-" he managed to say.
"Go?" I asked as I tilted my head. "Hmm...if I did let you go, you would tell the world of how I really am." I continued, leaning down to be face to face with him.
"N-no...I p-promise.." he stuttered.
I stared in his eyes and smiled softly, grabbing his chin with my fingers.
"You have quite lovely eyes" I whispered, moving my fingertips up to his blue eyes, placing both thumbs to the rim of the eyes close to the nose.
"You wouldn't mind if I..." I burried my thumbs into his eye sockets as he screamed in pain. "took them from you!" I yelled over his scream, yanking his eyes out from his sockets.
"Look what you made me do, idiot" I said as I threw the eyeballs aside, placing my blood covered hands to both lips of his, beginning to stretch his mouth. His mouth edges beginning to rip apart, blood beginning to come out more while I tore his mouth apart. His painful screams made me quite happy, the blood excited me through my body. As his jaw hanged loosely from the rest of him, around him a pool of blood surrounded the poor man.
"Now you know what real pain is, before you thought of taking anyone elses life away like you did with the poor girl at the hotel room last night." I whispered as I grabbed my fathers switchblade that laid on the coffee table beside the male.
Click. The switchblade swung from its rest.
"Now now ill make it nice and quick." I said as I burried the tip of the blade to one side of his neck, making the line across, and blood began to squirt out of him and onto my clothes.
Shit.
I let go of his lifeless body, then lowered my eyes to look at it.
"Terrible for you...." I said. "So sorry..." A smile formed on my lips then licked the blood off the blade.
"Quite sweet, but so cruel.."