Golden Eyes

Trust me. I can keep secrets. Too well, too perfectly. But nobody's perfect, correct? Maybe, but in their eyes, I may be the paragon. I'm no hero though, I'm not proud of what I've done... but you have to do what you can to make a living in these times. With the economy plunging, the job offers are as well. You've got to keep your family, stay in a home, stay clothed. But, perfection comes with a price. They took that away from me; love, friends, my identity; but maybe it's better. No one really knows me or ever will; I wouldn't trust them.
Maybe it was because of Sara. My sweetheart, my lover, my soul mate. You might not believe in true love or destiny, but this was to the fullest extent. She loved me as the intelligent and caring person I am, who I was to her. Our relationship was meant to be, the model couple. Now I'm not old, not in human years, nor in my years. Sara was around my age... Augh! Why does it have to be this way? Maybe this labor, it could be worth it; my shot at redemption, my shot at glory and fame... but who would want to know me? Sara did... she knew the fake me. The real me is underneath this pathetic human guise. I would bare my true form if it pleased me, and if the government allowed it.
Truthfully, Sara didn't run from me, but was taken away... shortly after the eclipse. "I work late tonight!" I would tell her before she knew there was actually an eclipse that night. Now I pause and wonder if she ever made a connection between the dates I always worked late. Oh... beautiful Sara. Your fragrance of cherry blossoms still beckons me... although I don't believe you want me anymore. I've put her in this dreadful mess... and I severely doubt my name or looks triggered her despise. No... she had called my company that night to see if I was there that night. They sent me home early... the holidays had arrived and I deserved a day off, you see. Oh how she cherished that glorious night!
I returned home to find succulent golden turkey sizzling vegetable-lined on a fine China plate, delicious tender ham companioned it and a delightful garnish of mashed potatoes and home-made turkey gravy sat in a quaint spouted container. I sighed a heavy relief; it had been long since I had enjoyed a tranquil night as that one. Door closed; she rushed to meet me, arms abroad. We stood in each other's embrace. Finally she kissed me then joyfully backed up and clasped her hands: "Let's eat shall we? The gravy is getting cold, and you know I made it specifically for you!" She was so funny; she was always so stubborn about making too much food and not wanting any leftovers! Ah well, we enjoyed the savory fragrances and flavors that wafted through our scenes and the fine beverages glittering in crystal glasses. Truly, it was a perfect night.
Now I do believe she made a connection between eclipses and dates, because I believe she put some sort of drug in my portion of meal. The most important thing of the night had escaped me, and I simply let her drag me out onto her favorite porch and watch as the eclipse took place. She clutched me sweetly around the waist, serenely gazing at that full white eye in the sky. So beautiful... so delightfully amazing...
It began to disappear. My eye twitched. Foreign thoughts racing my head... (Where is the Great One going? It musn't leave! No! NO! NO!) The Change grasped my body with devilish delight. I remember the plain emotion of horror masking her face... I still have nightmares of that. She watched with anxiety and disgust as my body had wrenched and warped until I was at most 2 feet taller and covered with silvery fur. I think what scarred her emotionally was seeing my loving sapphire-blue eyes mist over into a brilliant gold and see my saccharine mouth stretch into a terrifying canine snout.
I stood, full grandeur before Sara, tail flicking and body wolf-like. I let loose howl that Sara will never forget, as she had never heard it before. Why wouldn't she understand that this was me? Why would she love something unreal and not appreciate the real me? Werewolves do not go insane when they change; that is a ludicrous myth! I called to her, my tone slightly deeper, but my own self-esteem could not stem the tears streaming endlessly down her cheeks and her shivering legs. She let loose moaning screams, haunting screams, the audio I must suffer through in my nightmares...
She was gone the next morning. I know they took her. The job I have and the company I work for. I believe she is dead; and I know in my heart that the one true artery in my systems that beams with hope that I will see her again is wrong. Majority rules, no? The brain cells that call out to her... wrong. Wrong. Everything in this world is wrong! It makes me so... so... MAD! Worst... I feel better once I finish my deed. I don't know how it can make me feel... relaxed. Maybe that's just the wolf blood in me... the killer. Every kill I make with a gleaming dagger cleanses me and fills me with a new sum of hope.
They never see me, they'll never know who the last person they saw in the dark of night was. What the two golden spheres of light glowing in the shadows were not a chance at life, but the Last Light. That's what many in the SA call me. The Last Light. Golden Eyes. Wolf Heart. Of course, my real name is 314N000, to the head of the SA, my occupation.
The Sect of Assassins.
I hunt them down in my brilliant black form , a dagger braced in my right palm and a cloth hood covering my head, but not my eyes. They must see the eyes. I ride the wind... merely a whisper in their heads. I drop from above, the sides, the mere shadows they create in the street lights. They are taken away to an non-locatable place within 100 yards, unless they are already in an ideal spot. They are dragged, screaming, to the awaiting darkness as the gleaming dagger slits their throat. The blood of my victims courses onto my hands and I feel their pulse gradually discontinue. The wolf side of me enjoys this game, but I am wolf, so I must enjoy this game.
Maybe doing this will get her back to me... or just murder countless citizens of whom I usually don't know the identities of.
I feel no hunger. I feel no pain. I feel no age. I feel no love.
I am Pharr, and I am Wolf.