Who is she?

Clara, Clara the name echoed through his mind. The name struck him beyond what he was used to. He was no longer a man, he was a monster lurking in the dark always searching for his next victim. Yet, there she was. Barely in her twenties, a woman full of such life and such greatness and he wanted to strip that all away and make her his own. Living over five hundred years can eventually drive you to insanity, loneliness begins to consume you and you become something you never intended on being. He was only passing through this small town, it was always like that. Come and go, never return. Not this time, he wanted to know more and see more of this woman. He wanted to know why she set a fire inside him, one that had never been set before. His flames burned out many years ago, and somehow she set him on a blaze all by how she looked at him in a single moment.

The moment he bumped into her and their eyes met, it was all it took. Her dark honey hues, and her long dark brunette curls, her skin was not quite ivory, it had a tiny color of olive. It shimmered in the sun. It was his fault they crashed into one another like they did but she apologized over and over, she felt completely embarrassed she had run into a man. These times women were just there to be used, abused even. They were meant to bow down and serve men. He didn’t see women like such, he saw them the same as any man, any child. Human, beautiful imperfect humans. Something he could no longer be. He could mingle among them in the day or the night, luckily his curse was not of the same as others. However, in that moment he smiled and helped the woman pick up her belongings, it seemed she had been picking fruit. She then smiled, a perfect one, one he had never seen before. “Thank you.” Her voice was soft, caring and sincere. He didn’t get her name from her but the man that called her. “Clara!” Yelling for her to follow and what he assumed was home. He nodded to the woman, “Pleasure Clara, I am Noah” he thought it was fair for her to know since he knew her name now.

That was that, she nodded and darted off to the man. The man seemed to have scolded her for what she had done, which was nothing. It somewhat infuriated Noah, but he kept his anger at bay. All he wanted now was to know this Clara, know her life, her secrets and her wants. He wanted to know her story…so he could finally share his own. It is all he wanted, he wanted to share his story. Who he was, what he was. He was not exactly what those thought, but he was something, and Clara was the one he wanted to share that with and he would.

He had been alone for so long it seemed like he would never truly be with another, before he became what he was now, he was just a man a poor man at that. He lived on a farm, with his mother. His father died at a young age, and he took care of his mother. He took care of her so much, he ended up what he was now, a monster in his eyes and a God in others. His eyes studied the woman once more, watch the two. The man was not kind, not kind at all. The anger was growing, the fire that wanted to burst out. However, the village was not quiet today and he could not allow himself to be exposed. He wasn't even supposed to remain here, as he was. He was supposed to move through, and leave. But every mans weakness, finally hit him - a woman, a beautiful inn0cent mysterious woman. He would know her, perhaps even save her from maybe who is the real monster.