Writing Prompt: June 3 - "All this time I thought he was the villain, but as I watched the blood drip from my fingertips, I realized it was all a matter of perspective..."

They had pursued him to the end, nearly.

It was chance that I had seen

The crowd had gathered, pitchforks in hand

Where peace had recently been

We'd all heard tales of demonic fright

And I, too, thought the worst

Yet watching him flee, it came to mind

The tales might have been forced.

Weak and wobbly, slower he ran,

not but five steps ahead of danger

I started running towards him too,

drawn in, to help this stranger.

When cornered, at last, he turned to face

those who were bent to vanquish

The panic on his worn-out features,

had calmed and turned to anguish

Closer and yet Closer still

I came to his defense

A pin could drop, you'd hear it well,

The crowd became more tense.

"Why would this human intervene?"

"What good could IT bring here?"

"You know his kind, you know it well,

His kind is one to fear."

"Wait, no, this one might be

not exactly what you're thinking"

But as I spoke my last mortal words,

Into my neck teeth were sinking.

It happened fast, It stung and burn

the transformation complete

And when I had regained my balance

All I could think was "Eat".

A feast, indeed, served up right here

I drank, and drank, and drank

And when I was at last fulfilled

His figure appeared at my flank

"You saved me, Thanks" his dulcet tones

washed over my subconscious

It felt wrong, but not recalling why,

I listened to his promise.

He promised life, beyond all reason

He promised wealth and power

He promised unimaginable strength

bit by bit, my guard was lowered.

Now, I understand - I see, I hear,

All this time, viewed him as Evil

But as I watched blood puddle round

My memories grew feeble

Knowing what it's like inside

Knowing the drive and the objective

I realized, now, that him as "Villain"

was just a matter of perspective.