UNCANNY CONVERSATIONS #5

It was dark now after I had carried out my plan. I lifted the dead body of the teenage girl and placed her on my shoulder. I zoomed back to where her car was parked and placed her in the passenger seat. I got into the driver's seat and drove the car into a tree. Then I got her body and placed it on the driver's seat making it look like she had an accident. When I was satisfied with the scenery, I sped back home.

When I got home, Solomon wasn't lying where I kept him, meaning he had awoken or Alfred had shifted his body to another location. I poured myself a glass of alcohol in the kitchen and carried it to the living room. I sipped slowly from the glass while staring at the crackling fire. I felt a gush of wind behind me and I knew immediately it was Solomon.

I turned and faced him, smiling. He was sitting on a sofa, his legs crossed. He had a serious face on him. I smirked and sipped from my glass. He didn't speak, he just watched me walk closer to him. 

"You are awake,” I said, breaking the silence.

"What did you do, Desmond?" he asked calmly.

I took a sit beside him and tried not to think about what I did. If I did, he would read my mind and find out which could spark another fight between us. I just crossed my legs and sipped from my glass. It was almost empty now.

"You will find out soon, brother,” I assured.

Surely, he would find out soon. Probably, Zechariah will show up in front of our doorstep tomorrow and cry out his heart about his son's death. And I will just sit on the couch while Solomon will comfort him on the pouch as the all-caring brother he is. I chuckled at this.

"Why will Zechariah show up on our doorstep tomorrow in tears?" he asked after reading my thoughts.

"You will find out tomorrow,” I assured and got up. "I'm going to bed. I had a stressful day.”

I drained my glass and walked out of the sitting room. Solomon appeared in front with a gush of wind and blocked my path. He looked at me for some seconds with his eyebrows furrowed. He was probably trying to read my mind again. Unluckily for him, he wouldn't find anything in it. At least not tonight.

"If I find out you did anything bad or killed someone, I will hurt you badly, Desmond,” he threatened as he poked my chest with his index finger. "I promise you this.”

I just smiled. I didn't care; I couldn't even remember the last time I got scared from a threat. I dropped the glass on the counter because we were in the kitchen and then folded my hands across my chest.

"Are you done now?" I asked, with an eyebrow raised.

"Yes,” he answered with a whisper.

And with that, I walked out of the kitchen. I got to my room and slumped on the bed, tired. The stress of today consumed me and I drowned in sleep.

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I jerked up and looked at my surroundings. It was daybreak meaning it was school time. As this got into my mind, I slumped back on the bed with a loud sigh. I twisted my head and faced the wall clock on the wall by the right side of my bed. It was five minutes to eight. I jumped up and zoomed into my closet. 

I took my hoodie off yesterday and put on a plain black shirt. I brushed my teeth and rushed downstairs. I got to the kitchen and saw Solomon pouring some 1942 into two glasses. He half-filled them and handed me one. I took it confused and drained it down with one gulp. I kept the glass back on the counter.

Solomon was acting strange. He was acting as if everything that happened yesterday night didn't occur. It was either that or he was planning something scary. I remembered what he said yesterday about hurting me badly if I did something horrible. I knew my brother very well, even though I did something very terrible to him, he would never try to kill. There was no need to be scared because I had no emotions left in me.

"I'm hungry,” he said bringing my consciousness back to the kitchen. As those words sunk in, the demons in my stomach gathered at my throat and begged to be fed. The hunger raged so badly that my eyes felt as if they were on fire. I grew weak and my feet became wobbly. When was the last time I fed? Thirty-nine hours ago or something.

"I guess you are too", he said, as he saw how weak I became.

"I'm not taking your vegetarian meal brother", I growled weakly, my voice hoarse.

"And I will not let you kill anybody,” he hit back.

"Do not worry, I will not,” I said and zoomed out of the house.

I sped through the trees in the forest, and I thought of ways to satisfy my demons. I couldn't kill anybody and I certainly won't feed on animals. I stopped abruptly and thought of this. And then an idea popped into my mind. The blood bank at the hospital. Well, it was time for me to get a withdrawal.

I zoomed into the streets and dodged two cars I almost ran into. I sped through the streets dodging cars and motorcycles. And then I arrived at the hospital. I got into the hospital and went to the reception counter with no drop of sweat on my body; courtesy of my supernatural capabilities.

A woman in her early twenties sat behind the counter. She was blonde with bright blue eyes and wore a white shirt with a black blazer on top of it. She looked at me and was immediately caught up with beauty. She stared at me, mouth open and mesmerized. I smiled at her and her cheeks flushed scarlet. This was so easy.

"Good morning, madam", I spoke.

"G...G...Good morning", she stuttered. "How can I help you?

I looked into her eyes and compelled her.

"Where can I find the blood bank?" I demanded.

"On the fifth floor, the last room on your right,” she answered with no choice.

"Thank you, now forget I ever asked you this and I ever came here,” I requested.

"Yes,” she said and blinked twice. 

She looked at me with her head slightly cocked in confusion. Satisfied that it worked, I walked to the elevator and got in. I pressed the fifth button and waited patiently as I began moving up. The door binged and opened after two minutes. I stepped out and looked at my surroundings. I saw "5" bold printed on a wall over my head. I smiled and walked to my right.

I got to the last door and twisted the door handle. It was locked. I squeezed the handle and it wrinkled. I pushed the door and it opened. I smiled and got in. The room was bathed in fluorescent lights and was filled with metal shelves with boxes that looked like coolers that sat on every single one of them. On my right, were fridges lined to the wall. Vapors sneaked out of the door, indicating it was dead cold. If a human stays here for long they could freeze up.

My throat burned and I walked to a fridge. It was locked with a padlock. I looked at it angrily and dismantled it. I opened the fridge and it was filled with bags of blood. My demons raged and my throat burnt like hell. I quickly grabbed a bag and ripped it open. I emptied it, threw it away, and got another bag. 

It took me about five bags of blood before I found out someone was watching me. It was a woman in a lab coat. She was trembling as she watch me drink a whole row of blood. I wiped the blood off my chin with my wrist. She turned to run but I zoomed and stood in front of her. I had to deal with her right now or I would be in big trouble. She turned and ran into the shelves. I ran and stood in front of her. She stopped abruptly as she saw me. She was stranded until a thought flew into her mind. She did what every girl would do if they were in an inescapable situation; she screamed. I zoomed in and dismantled her throat, cutting her off. She dropped to the floor dead. 

Damn, I should have locked the door. I knew I had about thirty seconds to figure something out before someone came in. I carried her body and jumped out of the window. I landed on the floor on my legs. I hid her body quickly and jumped up again. I held a window pane and propelled my body forward again. I grabbed the window from which I jumped. I climbed in quickly and listened silently; footsteps were getting closer. I zoomed in and grabbed all the empty bags of blood then zoomed out the window.

I landed safely and was glad that I had not been seen or caught. I got the dead body from where I hid it and sped off.

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