Chapter One

March 7th, 1752, south of the Caribbean Sea

It was a dry hot night. My crew was just starting to come out of the shadows of my beautiful ship ‘the Night Angel’ most of them slept in there coffins or bunks through the day. I how ever did not. I stayed all day light in the hot firing sun. Never cared that it hurt, that it made my skin crackle and burn like a piece of wood in the soul of an oven flame. I lived for the pain. And there is too much work to be done for me to sleep. Hell, I’ll sleep when I’m dead.
We have no heading, at least not yet. I never needed one. I call the shots; I decide who is innocent and who dies tonight. For I am the only one who can tell the sinners apart in this world. God works too slowly. I guess that’s why he created me.
A ship is peeking into my keen eye sight. More pirates, but they however are not our kind. A ship full of barbaric European men that rape and pillage small Caribbean native towns. Men. They make me sick.  (They are the monsters, not me)
“Wake up scally wags,” I yelled at my motley crew. “We have are heading”.
My crew of Tierra’s and loyal humans fled to their positions. The Night Angel sailed like the waves of a hurricane. The other ship started firing their cannons at us. They weren’t the worst damages we’ve had yet there canons were strong. But were no match for my ship.
“Shall we fire”, Young Oculus asked.
I looked out at the deck and noticed how reckless the crew was getting.
“Wait for my signal”, I commanded my first mate. But I knew they weren’t going to wait forever.
“Eye sir”, he said.
40 feet
20 feet
10

“Now”! I commanded. “Fire”!
“Fire Away”, Oculus Screams.
They with wings soared across the night black skies. Others waited till our ships collided, then ran like the animals they were to the target.
“Take no prisoners” one hollered.
I how ever took my time, with sword in my hand. There was no reason to hurry; the victims had nowhere to escape. I spread my wings and glided to the other ship. I slayed any man that was in my way. I landed on my feet upon the deck of the evil pirate’s ship.

I closed my eyes,
I listened,
I searched

I heard the thoughts of my followers, enjoying their battle and the taste human life in their victims blood. I heard savage humans cower in fear. I head the captain of this evil crew. That Bloody Fucker.
I raced to his quarters where the fat over dressed man was packing up trying to escape.
“You rechad coward”, I wailed.
He jumped when he heard me,
“Stand back”, he weakly demanded pulling out his gun.
I pulled back my lips and sneered at him.
“Him me”, I screamed.
He slowly loaded it.
“Fire” I said with a wicked smile.
He did, the bullet flew the air till it was stopped by the strong firm flesh of the center of my chest. It was in there pretty hard. It hurts like mad. But I’m still on my feet. I rolled my shoulders back and pushed it out. The captain went straight into shock. A bit of black blood drips from my breast but I don’t bleed nearly as much as humans do.

He tries shooting me again, again and again. Once in the side of my head then the torso a few more times. I grabbed the pistil out of his large hands and threw it to the other side of the room. I touched the black oozing blood on my face and licked it off my claws.
“Guns are such a pathetic weapon”, I sneered “Made for big cowards like you. But I won’t kill an unarmed man.” I pushed him to the floor.
I took out my sword. “Now draw”, I called with a small mocking bow.
He took out his gaudy gold and iron sword. The weapon was most for show then for defense. He struck left, right, left, left again. I blocked each strike with my blade. My turn. I stabbed him right in his large belly. I win.

I grabbed the collar of his coat as I read his past, counted the years of theft, robbery, rapture and drink. The Wicked have such hideous lives.
“You don’t disserve to call yourself a captain”, I told him.
“Pl-l-lease,” he begged. “Show some m-murcy”.
I almost laughed.
“Mercy”, I hissed. “Fuck Mercy”.
“You m-monster,” he gasped.
I scratched his neck with my claw-like nails.
“I’m not the monster” I roared “You are”.
I bit the wont I made in his neck and sucked the life out of him. Not his blood (yet blood dose add a good flavor to it) I sucked out his life force, or what was left of it.  All humans have one, it’s one of the many things a humans needs inside of them to stay alive. Those weak pathetic creatures.

They are the monsters

Not I