Silver bullet

Small & Scary. Short horror fiction. Weird as fuck.

I hold the gun against your head. I pull the trigger. Boom. My love is dead. The silver bullet went straight through your cranium. I pick it up from the puddle of blood and brains oozing out your head. It left a dent in the floorboards. Such a small thing. A bloody silver bullet in my palm. The last souvenir of us. I will never remember you, my love, I will always forget. The bullet burning my skin. That I will remember always.

Your eyes still stare at me. Beautiful, lifeless, I won’t close them. You deserve no dignity.

I look at the bullet. You loved to play with it. You’d always hold it in your hand. No matter how close we were, the silver bullet was always near. You said you’ll shoot me one day. I never knew when. Our games were exciting; just you, me, and the bullet. The rush of death and desire intertwined, dark sex in black satin sheets, the silver moon singing us lullabies, and your gun on the floor, within reach. Boom, die vampire bitch! You’d hum when I rested in your arms.

The eternity was ours. Dirty rebirth. A nauseating cycle with me always the vampire, and you always the hunter. A dusty tomb, or a rave pulsing in strobe lights, you always found me. We’d ride on the dark carousel of desire. I want to forget the grotesque horses smiling at my naivety. Stupid vampire, they laughed. Kill or die, bitch! I didn’t believe their laughter. You only killed me because you had to. I believed the silver bullet in your hand. I relied on it. My death always came from it. And then rebirth, and then rebirth, and then rebirth, gunshots, our wedding bells. Forever united by death. Unchangeable. Unstoppable cycle. Choice-less. Or so I thought.

I despise the minute we changed. You smiled before pulling the trigger. I never noticed you pointing the gun at me until I heard the gunshot, and saw your smile behind the bullet. Your smile hit me harder than that silver bullet. You had a choice. My death meant nothing to you. You toyed with my pain.

We were never the same afterward. You knew I’d die, you watched me bleeding slowly before your eyes. A tiny red line flowing from me to you. Pain and obsession connecting us. I wanted to tear the red thread, to stop the bleeding, but I couldn’t. I pulled the thread, just to feel the pain connecting us. Then I pulled it again. I had been holding onto the thread, I didn’t care if it’s a lifeline, or a rope choking me, as long as it kept us connected.

I wanted to walk away proud, cut the cord, and be born again. I wished we’d be strangers, pulling grotesque rubber masks of polite smiles onto our faces, as we pass each other. The silver bullet you shot would have dissolved in my acidic soul. The indifference of two strangers wrapped in superficial kindness is the best present you could give me on my Birthday. I didn’t want to care about you, my vampire hunter.

The gentle bullet sliced through me like a hot knife through butter. I think I even laughed, drunk on adrenaline. It’s always exciting to be desired. My vampiric soul had long forgotten the art of seduction, lying in my cobweb covered tomb before you found me the first time.

Ours was a love twisted in dirty knots, a rose in the hands of a rotting corpse. It was born dead, cold stillborn love of dark souls, searching for depth in a shallow grave.

I had enough of your games. Kill or die, bitch, the carousel horses laughed. No more, I told you, it’s over. I said, this time I’ll win. Just once, I’ll laugh at your agonizing body, draining it from every last drop of blood. How sweet the victory would taste. Just this once.

That’s not how this game works, you said. Rebirth only happens if I kill you, never the other way around. You’d never kill me, baby! I’m too good.

You played with the silver bullet, smiling. You didn’t think I’d have it in me. To spend the whole eternity without you.

I know you want me, baby. My death can’t change that. All those lonely nights without me, you said, choking me just for fun. You left the bullet on the bed. Just for a second, to feel your power over me.

Shoot me, I said.

Soon, you replied, and dumped me into bed. I was addicted, but so were you. Two seconds was enough to grab the bullet, and the gun. Three seconds of you laughing.

Watcha gonna do, babe?

Kill or die, bitch, the horses laughed.

I saw all of my deaths and rebirths. I saw you walk away, live a good life with another woman, die in her arms of old age. You never paid for my pain.

Game over, I said. Kill or die.

I put the gun to your head. Boom. Our love is dead. I don’t cry. I feel the cool silver bullet burning my hand. I smile. The eternity is mine.

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