The Devil You Know” …
<chuckles> Non, it is not Lestat de Lioncourt, though he could pass for and does indeed call himself one. Non, he is not the Devil. For the Devil is but a man… A man you say? <as you gasp in horror> Nothing but a man, I say.
A man made of flesh and blood, muscles, tendons and bone… though the blood in him is ice cold and would give Hades a run for its money in heating costs alone.
Non, the Devil is but a simple man, yet he thinks himself complicated and cunning, prides himself on his daring and even rewards himself when he feels he’s done a good job, yet he is still, just a man. One who walks this earth, lives and breath’s the air you breathe. Take note my friends, he breaths not my air for I am of the undead. This Devil is among you, the living. He stalks your streets, lives in your towns and cities, works in your businesses and eats at the same tables in nearby restaurants that you take your children to. Scared yet? Non? You should be or at least you will by the time I’m through telling my tale.
Curious, you are? Admit it. You want to know whom it is that dares to live among you, interact with you and possibly know your children. Keep reading, ma infants, for I shall soon get to the part where you gasp in horror and run, locking your doors and shivering in your beds at night for fear that He will come for you.
Like the wind in the night, he creeps through your doors, windows and the very cracks of your world. Stealthy and unseen, he steps into your safe homes while you are asleep but doesn’t touch you. Not yet, anyway. He takes note of this and then stealing small things you’ll never miss and plans his next move – all while you lay sleeping, visions of sugarplums dancing in your heads. <snickers> Ah… the things we remember from childhood, non? You tell your children Fairy Tale stories and pass on tradition after tradition, but did you know, Fairly Tales are not for the faint of heart, at least, not this one.
Now then, where was I in the telling of this story? …. Ah, “The Devil You Know” right.
Once in your homes he knows all there is to know about you and yours. He’s been through everything you keep sacred, all that you hold dear. He know your habits, your friends, the car you drive, the people you speak to and he even knows how much you owe on your house, cars and credit cards. Really, when you think about it, it’s not that difficult, after all, “The Devil Is In The Details.” Have you never stopped to consider why such sayings include a Being such as He? Humans, always surrounding yourselves with the things you think you must have. When in reality, it is those things that let others know all about you. Most times you needn’t worry of your secrets getting out but once in a while, “The Devil Will Get His Due.”
Like the bills that come your way, yours becomes due but with this one comes no warning, no pay by date or even second notice. He’s seen to it that he knows your every move, stalked and calculated every part of your existence. He knows the details as if they were his own and when the rent comes due, he is there to collect. Be it at your work, your home, the grocery store you shop at or the pharmacy down the way, he’ll pick his collection day, time, place and hour. Every detail thought out, every preparation made, he will come. He’s confident in his well strategic moves, the haves and have nots of what he will and will not do. He is focused, nothing deters him and if by some chance, someone or something gets in his way, he removes the obstacle in question as if it were no more than a piece of lint he brushes from his coat.
<head back, soaking up the tale and reveling in the sound of the words as they leave my lips. Such evil deserves a death of …. >
What? Did you think I would be appalled by such a beast, this predator of humanity? Non not I. You see ma infants, I too am a predator. I too stalk the night and lie in wait for you and yours to appear at the precise time and place chosen. But… Unlike me, He takes whatever he wants. Men, woman, children and even infants, nothing stops him. There is no rule he has that can not be broken by him and him alone. I too could be as he but I have evolved with the world as it has changed around me. I no longer kill for sport or because I can. I kill to survive and then, only then, do I take the life of someone such as He! Whether it be in retribution or salvation it carries little weight with me. What will be will be.
But, I digress in my tale. Perhaps it is because I do not know the end of this particular story. Or maybe I pause to wonder if I should tell the end before it has been played out for all to share.
< As I contemplate whether to continue or not I am aware of the clock ticking like sand within my hourglass falling faster, it would seem, on a life that is about to end >
I shall tell you this much and no more for now. “The Devil You Know” is indeed someone you know. He is the neighbor that moved in next-door a few months back, seemingly nice and very well mannered. He is the deliveryman who comes to your house twice a week bringing you fresh milk from the dairy. He is the pharmacist you have had for years, same pharmacy, same location. You speak to Him several times a week and exchange pleasantries here and there.
The Devil is someone you know, my darlings.
And soon …
He may be coming for you!
<Stands and turns to look at you, fangs descended and bloody, letting the body fall to the floor>
This particular Devil was known as Travis Wheeler, you need not fear him any more.
(I would like to credit @Jasper_Vampluvr for the writing of her story on Twitter of the evil Travis Wheelr and @sookiesback for allowing me to use her photogragh of the street signs - Thanks Ladies}
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