Awakening the Sleeper

I tell myself to be steady, always steady. This isn't a job for the sleepers. Hmph, sleepers, those pathetic zombies pretending to live their lives day by day. Same old routines, same old rules catching only glimpses of really being alive in those brief moments when they step out of their comfortable cages. Drugs, sex, pornography, overeating...these degenerates of society find themselves when they lose themselves.
There are few like me. Few who know what's inside and don't cower from our true natures. I look down upon the young person in front of me. Wide round eyes, shaking breathes and beads of sweat wreaking of terror rolling down its face and neck.
"Tonight," I whisper into this sleepers ear, "I am your vampire, your monster and you have my full attention." A high pitched whimper rumbles from its throat. The body trembles with understanding of my words.
The air is stoic and sticky in the summer heat leaving a thin layer of moisture on my neck. I am alive! I feel every breath, every pore of my skin tingles anticipating what I do best. A slow, deep, purposeful inhalation fills my lungs with the scents of dust, old newspaper and the sleeper's pheromones. Turning to look into those dark, watery eyes again I feel the real me coiling up inside and ready to pounce.
"I know why you people love your monsters," I say with mock disgust, " You think your world is so safe. Sure, bad things happen but not to you. No, those things don't happen if you keep inside your boundaries right?" It shudders and looks away towards the floor.
"Yeah," I start again, "I know your kind all too well." I pace the small room slowly. The random cracks in the old wooden slats that make the walls allow pale beams of moonlight in showing the dirt swirling in the air. It looks with eyes that beg towards the door of the room. Still hoping, still praying for freedom. We both know that nobody's coming. Nobody's looking for it. As far as the world's concerned this specific automaton is still following its daily routine driving home from working late like every Tuesday night.
"Save it," I say flatly, "they all think you're still on schedule. Nobody knows you're missing...yet."
That last word did it, brought up the welling of emotion I was waiting for. It started sobbing hysterically, practically convulsing in its restraints on the table where I'd strapped it down. The reaction brought my skin alive! Lightning virtually coursing through my blood started my heart pounding. I literally felt the pupils of my eyes dilate wide and I became one with the entire universe. I was connected again! My very breathe directing the ebb and flow of all things great and small. Mine to hold in my hand once more. That shining, golden moment of power filling me up inside instantly separating me from my foul physical body. I flew free through all time and space simultaneously and the glory of existing was mine and only mine.
I scarcely noticed the metallic singing of the blade as the monster now set free inside that decaying bag of flesh rapidly withdrew the surgical stainless steel blade from the black sheath down below me. I looked down to behold the work of the other me, the monster now set loose.
His eyes, black as night. His face was slack and emotionless as he set to work. Knowing to his core what he must do. The thing he was created to do. I watched with parental pride as he stalked around the table slowly sending more powerful emotions up to me. Feeding me as was his purpose for being.
Then, the moment came when the universe was silent as had happened 47 times before. We knew the moment, commanded by the very fabric of the universe itself. I could take no more, I had all the power I could hold and it was time. Time to set this pathetic thing free. Time to cage the monster, the beast, my servant once more until the call came again. For power must be balanced in the universe, to have it otherwise would bring chaos and the end of all life. I know this, which means that all living things know this. It was time...
A hiss of air broke the silence bringing the sobs of the sleeper loud and frantic into me. The sound of my servant gathering strength as he poised his knife over it. A seconds pause and the beast plunged into its chest. The sounds of tearing skin and cracking bone satisfying the monsters own hunger. A few more delicious moments of watching the sleeper's eyes go empty and it was over. Color returned to the world, time began flowing forward once again as it always did. The universe is satisfied, I am satisfied as is my monster.
Satiated with the feeding, he coils back up inside me going to sleep until the call comes again. I pull the blade slowly from the empty shell in front of me. Dark, lifeless blood pools over it and rolls onto the floor.
Leaning down to the shell's ear I whisper, "You're welcome," before closing the eyes.
Cleaning up after these gatherings is always time consuming but I've gotten rather good at it since my first time. After all, I was only 12 that first time. Now I'm in my 40s and understand more. It was good setting that sleeper free. We all got what we needed in the end.