Nobody understands the calling. They do not appereciate what would happen if I did not obey the calling. People may judge me for my actions, they may look at me in disgust, call me a monster. They are blind to the truth. I am one of the few enlightend ones. I can see through the illusion.

I gaze down at her now still, breathless form. She lay so peacefully at my feet. Her beauty and innonsence is now forever preserved. Her dark hair is spread out, like a halo behind her head. Her face so smooth, and clean. The only blemish on her skin are the bruised around her elegant throat, the impressions of my hand prints where I had to put her into her eternal sleep. Her eyes stare up to the sky at nothing, they do not see anything anymore.

She will now be foreever proteted from the horrors of the world. She is protected from all the sins and evils she would have oommitted. I saved her from herself. I caught her while her soul was still pure. I saved all those she would have betrrayed, those she would have hurt.

The narrow minded, the uniniciated would have only seen her beauty, her youth, the goodness they would have projected upon her, the goodness they want to see in one soe young and beautiful.

Only I can see beyond that, to see through them, to see into the heart, that monster lurking within just waiting to awaken.

It is my calling to stop them before the monster can wake. Preserve the purity of their souls, I must protect all those that would suffer if the monster was allowed to waken.

I stroke her hair with my fingers, run my fingers along her cheek. It is almost time for me to go, the calling hums within me, and there is more work yet to be done.