I should probably mention this, before I decide to get into the thick of our current situation, and expound more upon dear Eva’s childhood so as not to confuse many. As I have mentioned before, the child will occasionally have random bouts of “profanity,” as I called it before. This “profanity” that I referred to is the girl’s tendency to burst out talking about the demise of herself or another. This used to only happen when she was mostly alone (I say mostly here because I was present, but merely as a shadow checking in on the child. As I mentioned before, I have become very attached to her) but has recently snuck into her daily interactions with others. Of course, to feign normalcy, she tries cut herself off and redirect her sentence. However, this does not always work because she starts her sentence with such vigorous emotion (emotion that I’m sure my father would be proud of, where he still alive) that it is quite difficult for her to redirect her sentence to a more humane one without turning her situation awkward.
This is something that I am sure my friends (were they present) would find fabulously hilarious, but I not, seeing as how I am much more of an “emotionless observer” as many have informed me. On the contrary, I find this rather intriguing. It is quite a fabulous time killer, watching humans. There are so many which act in different ways to similar scenarios. There are many that act very similar, but each seems to have their own quirks which are amusing to watch change over the decades. On the rare account I find a human like Eva, a strange human who is or would be labeled “insane” or mentally unstable, I seem to find myself watching them closely until they are carried to a place far out of my territory.
Oh yes, I should probably mention why I never left the area that has now become the city in which Eva, along with many other humans, were born and raised. You see, among us creatures which you humans refuse to believe the existence of, there are some who designate a territory for themselves. This is our equivalent of a home. If you stray too far from your territory, others may come to take it, leaving you essentially homeless and very vulnerable. If you just so happen to wander into another person’s territory, and they are still present, they have every right to come find you, kill you, or shoo you out of their territory. This is the equivalent of a home invasion. On the other hand, if you invade another’s territory and you are stronger than them, you can fight them out of their own territory and make it your own, there is also the option of killing as mentioned before. There is a very good reason for this, and that is the fact that any human within your territory is considered your possible prey. Imagine it like a farm. If someone else comes in and starts taking your livestock you can choose to leave them alone, if there are too many humans (which is a great rarity) or you are just cocky and foolish, or you can take care of them. The last option I find to be much easier. Now, if you enter a friend’s territory, it can be a different story, but I think you can get the jist of it now, so I can explain why I never left.
You see, I am very young for one my kind and it tends to be difficult to acquire a new territory once you have lost your own because many are very adamant about keeping their food. Something I also forgot to mention was that the more souls we consume, the more powerful we can be. I am not so much concerned about the power aspect as I am the food, because we, like you humans, need to consume other beings to stay energized and “alive.” Not many of my kind come around the city Eva and I are from, so it was perfect for me to start out with. Add on the fact that I am generally a pacifist and don’t take more than I need, you can see there were probably more of my kind much more powerful in the outside world. This is why I stayed in that general vicinity until becoming friends with Eva, which I shall explain later. Now back to Eva.
As I said before, I feel I should expand more on the girl’s past so this can make more sense. Something else I should have also mentioned is her tears. This is probably something that lead to her interest in extraordinary and unusual things. It is probable that my involvement with her life also had a part in this. She slowly gained a liking for the “creepy” and “ghoulish,” but even before that, she was rather violent and impulsive. When she was only five (I had to check with her for this because, once again, I am still unfamiliar with human time measurement despite how many millennia I have spent observing humans and their tendencies) she lit her house on fire a total count of ten times, effectively burning it to the ground at least twice, if memory serves. Later in her life, possibly at the age of eight, nine, ten, or eleven (honestly, neither of us can remember), Eva found great enjoyment in what is known as “roughhousing.” I am aware that this is a “normal” thing for a child of this age to enjoy, but Eva also involved others who were not as… entertained by it as she. At one point she could even be considered what is known as a “bully.” Obviously, this information was taken from other children and adults who muttered things behind her back. I personally did not find it concerning at all. After all, she was not taking other children, tying them up on wooden sticks, and lighting them on fire nor was she throwing stones at them, both of which were applied to both me and my younger sister when we were both still very vulnerable young children and she was still alive.
Once again, I have strayed off from Eva and onto me. My apologies, back on to Eva.
My apologies for the repetition, but as I said before, all this explanation is used as background so you can better understand what I am about to explain. Keep in mind, I have only explained things in this fashion because I am conscious of the general human mentality on most things. Continuing what I was saying before, it was around, possibly the ages of thirteen or fourteen, that Eva killed her parents.
If this comes as a shock to you, honestly I’m not surprised. I have never mentioned in my writings that Eva’s parents were bad parents, because they weren’t, ( in fact, I would have loved to have parents like them growing up, it’s a shame I didn’t, but you can’t change the past) it was simply Eva’s morbid curiosity on what it would be like to slit the throat of another human being. If you are confused by this, compare it to the curiosity of people who stick their tongues on frozen poles just to see if it will stick or of when people take the glasses of another just to see what the world looks like through the lenses.
Eva had siblings as well, but they were either old enough to move out of the house or were visiting with friends and family. Her siblings were the ones that had reported the murder of their parents to the police after we left. The neighbors noticed nothing because the parents were muffled so they couldn’t be heard.
It took Eva and I approximately one hour (as she recalls) to think of something to do and leave. In reality, it was just Eva brainstorming and I added in suggestions where I thought they were appropriate. Eventually, Eva decided on simply leaving town, not wanting to go to jail nor go to a mental asylum, and suggested I come with her. I objected at first, not wanting to leave the safety of my territory. Any other "normal" person of my kind would find the idea absurd, not even takeing a moment to entertain the idea. However, any other person of my kind would probably also have killed Eva before she could even think up that idea, so I am obviously not simply “any other person of my kind.” I took another minute to consider the idea and decided “Why not?” All I really did in that city was eat and watch human culture change. I thought a change of scenery might be a little nice, however dangerous, after all, I hadn’t seen any other part of the world since my sister died. With that simple conversation, we packed up, well she packed up, I had nothing to pack, and left.
We’ve been “on the road” ever since, visiting some of my old friends and picking up some new hobbies. Eva seems to have also picked up observing and has started to help me attain a good meal every now and then. Her method is a lot faster than my older one. We find a person to watch, watch them, and determine if they’d make good food or not. The food part is for me of course, Eva does not think that consuming another human would do her stomach a very big favor. She says it would probably just empty it and make her insides feel horrible. Instead, she takes the money she finds on my food and goes to some gas station or convenience store to get something for herself.
Living this way has proved to be much more entertaining for both Eva and myself. We both get to see new places, I get to see old friends again, and Eva gets to play an advanced game of “hide and go seek” with the law enforcement. They haven’t realized that it is Eva they are looking for, but they seem to be getting close.
If our, typically viewed as morbid, road trip disturbs you, or “had you on edge” as Eva puts is, worry not. We are not of your world, but simply of one in close proximity to it. If we were of your world, it would be rather foolish to post our story in a place where anyone and everyone can view it, now wouldn’t it?