-EMILY-
The screeching sound of the newspaper vendor’s old bicycle made me curl up from the bed, walking out with my pajamas to meet him.
My father had made it an obligation for me to pick up the newspaper from the vendor. Though he could read the papers through his electronic mail or on several magazines websites, he still concluded on it. I had seen this as a waste of silver pennies, which could accumulate into something better over the years, but his response each time made me wonder if truly it was worth it.
“Good morning, Mr. Hazel.” I said as I walked out of the house.
“Good morning, Emily,” he chuckled. I could see his curled-up mustache taking several shapes as he sang his morning devotions. I always thought of him as a blissful Christian under Father Timothy’s sacrilege, but then he never showed up to the church, let alone passed before it.
“Today’s Newspapers.” He opened the black bag behind him, a leather-coated bag strong enough to stop the flow of oxygen in it.
Countless grey papers crawled out of the bag, different imprints from different publishing presses on the headings. Though they mostly had the same news and sometimes copied themselves despite the copyright restrictions, it all felt different to my father.
“Thanks, Mr. Hazel.” I collected the papers from him, giving him the spare change Dad had left on the dining table before heading for work.
He nodded his head in the affirmative, grabbing his shorts up as he relaxed them on his laps. Even though he was in his mid-60s, he still acted like a youngster from the 1980s. His hair full and curled up like some old pop musician who pulled stunch parties in his times, the huge dollar sign necklace that he wore on his armless top made it look almost inevitable to call him an old man.
“One second, young lady.” He got down from his bicycle, searching the area like he was running from someone.
He walked up to me, a red stone in his hands. “Take this and keep it dire to you. You’re one of my favorite customers, and I would want you to have this in your possession.”
Though I wasn’t the type to accept gifts from people, I felt a bit of a pull to accept it. Despite his mysterious grin and his figured look, it looked like the right thing to do.
“Thank you, sir.” I flashed him a smile, heading back to whisk myself under the sheets.
“Take it wherever you’re going. It’s a protective jade.” He yelled behind me.
“Yes, sir!”
It was impossible to carry such a stone all around. It had edges that fit up to a hexagon and a weird drawing of a yin-yang symbol, supposedly. The whole school would definitely think I’m some shaman trying to hold the females into some kind of fraternity.
I walked past the monochrome-colored tiles, dropping the newspaper collection and the weird-looking stone on the dining table.
With a relaxed mind, I headed back to my room, rolling under the sheets for a nice sleep.
The sounds of wails and screams crust into my ears, my head banging with the interruption. What had happened to have caused such a peaceful neighborhood to be in shambles?
Well, Father Timothy might be having some deliverance program. He is a man of great
I grabbed my phone, checking the time. It was past 1 PM, and there I was sleeping. Being a member of the school’s chess club, I had to attend practice sessions that started around 2 PM. Inability to attend made me lose my stats, and I’d been on a winning streak for weeks.
After putting on my clothes, I grabbed my bag, prepared to head out. I grabbed my scrunches, packing my hair in a ponytail from.
I bolted out of the house; the door slammed shut behind me. The swiveling air outside seemed different compared to that which was inside. Not about the hotness or coolness, it had this impulsive impression, insanity and panic mixed.
“Help!!” The cries became louder.
I motioned towards the sound, my back held down by the numerous textbooks in my bag.
The sight of numerous adults tumbling out of their houses in order to get to the house merely two houses away. Between them was Father Timothy with his white staff. He carried it everywhere he went, regardless of the situation.
“Get back, everyone. Get back.” Screams began, everyone scrambling like they were being chased by a lunatic. Well, they were being chased, but not by a lunatic, by something more mysterious.
It was a man, walking on both his arms and his legs. Its bones were popped up in a way that made him look very much like an animal. Its teeth were like those of a wolf, but it had no claws to be named a werewolf.
“Blood!” The man yelled, running on his arms and legs, penetrating the building he had crawled out of.
Boom!!
He had smashed a pillar like a cube of sugar, the house barely balanced with the remaining two pillars.
A woman rushed out to the balcony, checking to see what had happened. Upon reaching the railings attached to the balcony, the man smashed the middle pillar, the woman falling right down.
“Blood!” He snatched the woman midair, his teeth piercing her neck almost immediately. She groaned, screaming as blood absconded from the marks.
“Mama!!!!” Sounds of little children emanate, the wind defying the laws of nature—moving in two opposite directions.
The ground felt heavy beneath my leg, vibrations coursing through me. I managed to grab a streetlight, holding onto it despite the screeching sounds.
Cars began to blare, roofs crumbling before me. I could barely see, my eyes shutting. Roars began to emanate, the temperature changing at different wavelengths. I hated the itchy feeling beneath my clothes, the nauseous feeling rolling in my head; I couldn’t help with it.
A beam of red light emanated, and suddenly it came to a stop. The ground back to its normal form. My eyes opened, my legs adapting to the regular ground as I stood straight.
Before me stood a disaster, streetlights broken into useless rods, but the most suspicious was the gathering of the elders, blood on their hands with the creature out of sight.
What had happened?
-EMILY- It had barely been an hour since the horrible creature hadattacked the neighborhood. The scent of blood still lingered in the air as Ipassed the attacked home. They all looked horrified as the children of the deceasedcrawled out of the building with blood all over them. I could barely whispertheir names as they crumbled to the floor, their bones broken and their headsheld high. “Sister Emily…” Momo, the young boy scout, let out a gaspas he crawled out of a block. I tossed my bag away, shunning every single adultthat was preventing the masses from getting past the red tapes.“Don’t go there. The monster is within them.” Timothy, thehead of the neighborhood, yelled. I would have gone back, but I just couldn’t avoid the eyesof the one boy who I treated as my younger brother. He had always found his wayto my house whenever his drunken mother had broken bottles on his eldersiblings. His father? I recall him screaming in the middle of thenight that he was going to b
-EMILY- The sound of the beeping monitor next to me got my eyesrolling, the blurry image of the ceiling looking down on me. I took a sittingposition, resting my back on the soft pillow behind me. The scent ofantiseptics and the cream-colored walls gave a pretty first impression of whereI was. A lady In a white uniform walked in. She didn’t speak, nordid she let out a smile when she saw me. I couldn’t remember how I got here orwhy I was here, but I was sure she knew the answers. “Miss…” I paused as she tilted her head. A deadly glarecould be seen on her face as she observed every inch of my body down to mylimbs. “What are you?” She asked, clenching her fist as she triednot to grab my clothing. I didn’t speak; there was no reasonable response toher question. She flushed, grabbing a pack of syringes from the drawernext to me. She hesitated, staring at a bottle of medicine that I believedpossessed a great threat to my system. A smile danced on her lips as theinjection pi
-EMILY- He wasn’t there no more. It seemed to have been an illusionof some sort but then I couldn’t be dreaming with my eyes opened. The mysteriouscreatures had somehow been petrified, their eyes lingering all over me as Iwatched them sway like plants in the autumn. “Run! Run!” My head kept screaming, the pressure pumps fromthe air drawing my heart into a stringent race. The car stood there, blood onthe windscreen. I jerked myself off the floor, running back to the car.They weren’t coming after me, but their eerie gazes weren’t still able toavert. I had to get out of here. With a shrug, I pulled the back door open, Mom’s headfalling into my arms. She wasn’t hurt in the head but her hand had been cutopen. I tugged on my T-shirt, ripping it into a mediocre-sized bandage, tyingher hands down to help stop the blood.“Mom!” I tapped her, but she didn’t answer. She was stillbreathing, the sound of her thumping heart penetrating my ears. As I held her, I could feel the way
-EMILY- I sat by the side of the hospital bed; the sight of my mother breathing through oxygen tubes made my heart sink. She had survived the horrible scene along with my father, but her body couldn't take in the advent repulse of energy. "Are you ready to talk?" His deep voice rang in my ears as I rose from the stainless steel chair. I had been sitting there for days, no food and no sleep, but I felt nothing but an awestruck feeling, which made me gloomy. "I have just twenty minutes; make it worth my while." His lips curled into a smile, his eyes hidden behind the shadows of the cloak. "Thanks for saving us back there and also helping my mom get out of the hospital. The doctors said she would have died if not for your urgent response." I went on my knees, tears in my eyes. "Is that all?" His voice resonated in the room.I said nothing, staring at his lips, which were barely covered by the wraps of dreads swaying down from his head. His sinister aura still weighed me down, my who
-DAMIAN-I stared out the window, waiting for the package I had ordered several hours ago. It was supposed to show up before nightfall, but it was getting dark, and there were still no signs. The package was the only thing that could stop me from feasting on these weaklings who called themselves humans. It was the only thing that had reduced my killing rate over the century, and I planned on keeping it like that. Being the Supreme Vampire that the others bowed down to, I had every right to have what I desired. Including that lady who I had saved. The aura emanating from her body was strong enough to hold me down for a thousand years if she rebelled; that couldn't happen. My fangs began to emerge as the sun retired for the day; I had to get the delivery before I couldn't get a hold of myself anymore. "Sire, something's wrong." Oliver, my left-hand man, appeared next to me. He was faster than the speed of light, but he was weaker than a roach in strength."Yeah, I haven't had my lun
-EMILY- Three days had passed since I had let out the Sealed up Vampire King. Dad had refused to speak with me, the nurse had died jumping down the stairs and I could see the guilt he had built up within himself. To top it all off I had been seeing things at night. Momo had been appearing a lot in the mirror and it had become quite scary. I couldn't check out the mirror nor could I use my phone without seeing his face, his soft voice reaching out to me about the one thing I wished had never happened. Sightings of the so-called monsters had come to an end and school had resumed for the session. I had spoken with Dad about it but his silence still stood."I am heading to school, I'll be back later." I let out, lifting my bag from the table beside me. He tilted his head back, a lifeless sigh leaving his mouth. His facial expression spelt concern, despair and anxiety. What was really going on within him?"Why did you save that boy Emily?" His deep voice stopped me in my tracks.I stoo
-EMILY-He stared down at me, his cloak wrapped around him like a royal robe. His dreadlocks blocked his eyes, but I could still see the dim red light emanating from there."Who do you think you are to save her?" Father Timothy, he said, his voice thick and commanding. He wielded his staff like a true ruler, his belly back and his legs behind him."Little Vampirina..." He stretched his hand forward, and I took a minute to stare at the dim red lights that emanated behind his locks.I stretched my hands forward, and he raised me up, not letting go of my hands till I could stand properly. The men and ladies who had once fallen to the ground had now regrouped behind Father Timothy, and this time some of them were with pistols."You monster!!!" They began to chant, their eerie gazes lingering over us as they wielded their weapons. "We're not monsters." I moved forward, stretching my hands in a plight to stop the villagers from moving any further."We're Monsters Vamparina." His hand went
-EMILY- It felt like it had come to an end. The old hook drawn to asharp brazen oil now set ablaze. I had always felt like that, my soul churningto the stupefied melodies my heart had made. My mind was always racing when he arrived, his black wavyhair bending the room to its will, his ferocious stare making me weak in theknee, and his well-chiseled chin bottling up every single punishment he was toserve. He was the king of the hallways, the one behind everygirl's dream and the high school jockey every lady fell for. Believe me, I knowbetter than to just glare at him all day. I could remember walking towards him that night after hehad lost the big game against the Los Angeles Eagles. Not like I cared aboutsport; I just had to watch because of the way he flaunted his shoulders when hetook a goal from the opposition. Truly amazing. I had consoled him that night, made him feel wanted, unlikethe other girls who threw their bodies at him, wishing for intimacy. He hadcurled
-EMILY-He stared down at me, his cloak wrapped around him like a royal robe. His dreadlocks blocked his eyes, but I could still see the dim red light emanating from there."Who do you think you are to save her?" Father Timothy, he said, his voice thick and commanding. He wielded his staff like a true ruler, his belly back and his legs behind him."Little Vampirina..." He stretched his hand forward, and I took a minute to stare at the dim red lights that emanated behind his locks.I stretched my hands forward, and he raised me up, not letting go of my hands till I could stand properly. The men and ladies who had once fallen to the ground had now regrouped behind Father Timothy, and this time some of them were with pistols."You monster!!!" They began to chant, their eerie gazes lingering over us as they wielded their weapons. "We're not monsters." I moved forward, stretching my hands in a plight to stop the villagers from moving any further."We're Monsters Vamparina." His hand went
-EMILY- Three days had passed since I had let out the Sealed up Vampire King. Dad had refused to speak with me, the nurse had died jumping down the stairs and I could see the guilt he had built up within himself. To top it all off I had been seeing things at night. Momo had been appearing a lot in the mirror and it had become quite scary. I couldn't check out the mirror nor could I use my phone without seeing his face, his soft voice reaching out to me about the one thing I wished had never happened. Sightings of the so-called monsters had come to an end and school had resumed for the session. I had spoken with Dad about it but his silence still stood."I am heading to school, I'll be back later." I let out, lifting my bag from the table beside me. He tilted his head back, a lifeless sigh leaving his mouth. His facial expression spelt concern, despair and anxiety. What was really going on within him?"Why did you save that boy Emily?" His deep voice stopped me in my tracks.I stoo
-DAMIAN-I stared out the window, waiting for the package I had ordered several hours ago. It was supposed to show up before nightfall, but it was getting dark, and there were still no signs. The package was the only thing that could stop me from feasting on these weaklings who called themselves humans. It was the only thing that had reduced my killing rate over the century, and I planned on keeping it like that. Being the Supreme Vampire that the others bowed down to, I had every right to have what I desired. Including that lady who I had saved. The aura emanating from her body was strong enough to hold me down for a thousand years if she rebelled; that couldn't happen. My fangs began to emerge as the sun retired for the day; I had to get the delivery before I couldn't get a hold of myself anymore. "Sire, something's wrong." Oliver, my left-hand man, appeared next to me. He was faster than the speed of light, but he was weaker than a roach in strength."Yeah, I haven't had my lun
-EMILY- I sat by the side of the hospital bed; the sight of my mother breathing through oxygen tubes made my heart sink. She had survived the horrible scene along with my father, but her body couldn't take in the advent repulse of energy. "Are you ready to talk?" His deep voice rang in my ears as I rose from the stainless steel chair. I had been sitting there for days, no food and no sleep, but I felt nothing but an awestruck feeling, which made me gloomy. "I have just twenty minutes; make it worth my while." His lips curled into a smile, his eyes hidden behind the shadows of the cloak. "Thanks for saving us back there and also helping my mom get out of the hospital. The doctors said she would have died if not for your urgent response." I went on my knees, tears in my eyes. "Is that all?" His voice resonated in the room.I said nothing, staring at his lips, which were barely covered by the wraps of dreads swaying down from his head. His sinister aura still weighed me down, my who
-EMILY- He wasn’t there no more. It seemed to have been an illusionof some sort but then I couldn’t be dreaming with my eyes opened. The mysteriouscreatures had somehow been petrified, their eyes lingering all over me as Iwatched them sway like plants in the autumn. “Run! Run!” My head kept screaming, the pressure pumps fromthe air drawing my heart into a stringent race. The car stood there, blood onthe windscreen. I jerked myself off the floor, running back to the car.They weren’t coming after me, but their eerie gazes weren’t still able toavert. I had to get out of here. With a shrug, I pulled the back door open, Mom’s headfalling into my arms. She wasn’t hurt in the head but her hand had been cutopen. I tugged on my T-shirt, ripping it into a mediocre-sized bandage, tyingher hands down to help stop the blood.“Mom!” I tapped her, but she didn’t answer. She was stillbreathing, the sound of her thumping heart penetrating my ears. As I held her, I could feel the way
-EMILY- The sound of the beeping monitor next to me got my eyesrolling, the blurry image of the ceiling looking down on me. I took a sittingposition, resting my back on the soft pillow behind me. The scent ofantiseptics and the cream-colored walls gave a pretty first impression of whereI was. A lady In a white uniform walked in. She didn’t speak, nordid she let out a smile when she saw me. I couldn’t remember how I got here orwhy I was here, but I was sure she knew the answers. “Miss…” I paused as she tilted her head. A deadly glarecould be seen on her face as she observed every inch of my body down to mylimbs. “What are you?” She asked, clenching her fist as she triednot to grab my clothing. I didn’t speak; there was no reasonable response toher question. She flushed, grabbing a pack of syringes from the drawernext to me. She hesitated, staring at a bottle of medicine that I believedpossessed a great threat to my system. A smile danced on her lips as theinjection pi
-EMILY- It had barely been an hour since the horrible creature hadattacked the neighborhood. The scent of blood still lingered in the air as Ipassed the attacked home. They all looked horrified as the children of the deceasedcrawled out of the building with blood all over them. I could barely whispertheir names as they crumbled to the floor, their bones broken and their headsheld high. “Sister Emily…” Momo, the young boy scout, let out a gaspas he crawled out of a block. I tossed my bag away, shunning every single adultthat was preventing the masses from getting past the red tapes.“Don’t go there. The monster is within them.” Timothy, thehead of the neighborhood, yelled. I would have gone back, but I just couldn’t avoid the eyesof the one boy who I treated as my younger brother. He had always found his wayto my house whenever his drunken mother had broken bottles on his eldersiblings. His father? I recall him screaming in the middle of thenight that he was going to b
-EMILY- The screeching sound of the newspaper vendor’s old bicyclemade me curl up from the bed, walking out with my pajamas to meet him. My father had made it an obligation for me to pick up thenewspaper from the vendor. Though he could read the papers through hiselectronic mail or on several magazines websites, he still concluded on it. Ihad seen this as a waste of silver pennies, which could accumulate intosomething better over the years, but his response each time made me wonder iftruly it was worth it. “Good morning, Mr. Hazel.” I said as I walked out of thehouse. “Good morning, Emily,” he chuckled. I could see hiscurled-up mustache taking several shapes as he sang his morning devotions. Ialways thought of him as a blissful Christian under Father Timothy’s sacrilege,but then he never showed up to the church, let alone passed before it. “Today’s Newspapers.” He opened the black bag behind him, aleather-coated bag strong enough to stop the flow of oxygen in it. Coun
-EMILY- It felt like it had come to an end. The old hook drawn to asharp brazen oil now set ablaze. I had always felt like that, my soul churningto the stupefied melodies my heart had made. My mind was always racing when he arrived, his black wavyhair bending the room to its will, his ferocious stare making me weak in theknee, and his well-chiseled chin bottling up every single punishment he was toserve. He was the king of the hallways, the one behind everygirl's dream and the high school jockey every lady fell for. Believe me, I knowbetter than to just glare at him all day. I could remember walking towards him that night after hehad lost the big game against the Los Angeles Eagles. Not like I cared aboutsport; I just had to watch because of the way he flaunted his shoulders when hetook a goal from the opposition. Truly amazing. I had consoled him that night, made him feel wanted, unlikethe other girls who threw their bodies at him, wishing for intimacy. He hadcurled