Useless by Devious Disguise

Useless

A/N: Just want to thank all those who read and reviewed my last fic! It was much appreciated! XD

No big speech things... just read on and enjoy.

Human life. A bane to this planet. A bane to themselves and other creatures. But most of all a bane to me.

Worthless. Needy. Wanton. Wayward. Filthy. Weak. Disgusting. Useless. No longer are they even a source of mild entertainment.

Wars. They fight with others, who are not of their tribe. They fight amongst themselves. Killing each other with reckless abandon. Spilling blood senselessly.

To watch a human die is fascinating. The look upon their faces right before the last breath is taken. Something about those times leaves me satisfied. Leaves me with the knowledge I am of a greater species. I will never die with such expressions openly shown on my face.

Dignity. Something humans lack. Honor. Something humans cannot fathom. Pride. Something humans die for without knowing why.

Foolish. They are also. Time and again they let emotions get the better of them. They drown out their sense of being with petty love and worthless hate.

Why? Why must they continue on in this world? What need does it have for them?

They have given the earth its lackluster shine. They have taken away from the beauty that once radiated.

Yes, I despise all things of humanity. Yet I find I cannot despise her.

Not lacking in beauty, but not overly abundant with it.

Not lacking in strength, but still weaker than most.

Not lacking love, but still able to go on after not having it returned by the one she loved most.

Why? Why did it matter to me? Why did she matter to me?

Something urged me to protect her and against my better judgement, I listened. And it felt wrong.

My very being vibrated with disgust. My aura, dirty and unclean. But still I tried.

Had she listened to me, perhaps it wouldn't have happened.

But she was headstrong. I knew she would not listen. Even after she assured me she would.

I felt something akin to hurt. Pain.

For a moment I was sorry.

Her eyes started to dull. And I spoke.

She should have listened. I should have been angry for the show of disobedience.

But instead, I told her what I was thinking. She fought well. Her death was a deserved one.

Humans die and there is no changing that.

I took no joy in seeing her expression. Sadness. Regret. Loneliness. Hope.

There shining brightest of all from behind those eyes was hope. For what, I know not.

I could have revived her, but didn't.

It wasn't my position. I didn't feel such an action should take place.

She had gained my respect. I had gained hers. There was an understanding beyond comprehension.

And then it all ended.

I don't know why I feel compelled to come here.

I don't know why I feel it necessary to stay until the setting of the sun.

But most of all, I don't know why I feel the need to tell her that which she already knew.

She was loved.