Chapter 3— The Run Away

I decided to live like an outcast— out of sight, I didn’t speak to anyone except I really needed to. I went over to my house that night but I knew I couldn’t stay there anymore because the police and other nosy people who must want me dead by now would soon come knocking on my door— people always fear what they can’t understand and now I’m something they can’t understand, I’m a monster!

I wasn’t scared that they would hurt me but rather I was scared that I... would hurt them, I’d tear them apart and drain them of their blood, I knew what I was capable of but I was no killer, I couldn’t forgive myself if I killed another innocent person.

I packed up a few important things from my apartment, like a photo of me and my parents together, as well as a photo of Elias, Delia and I.

I didn’t know what else to take along, I thought of food but deep down I knew I wouldn’t eat them; because whenever I was hungry food wasn’t anywhere near my thoughts in that moment. It was more like a thirst a really intense urge that I couldn’t say no to, so I returned the food I had loaded into my bag. I took my novels, even if I had become a monster I still loved to read.

I took my IDs and any important documents I could find along with all the cash I had, I also packed a few clothes; certainly I would be needing a change of clothes. I took my pen along just Incase I would want to write a letter to my friends. I didn’t know what their thoughts about me was, now that I’m... different. And I wouldn’t blame them if they hated me now.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I knew it would start streaming down my cheeks if I didn’t stop thinking about my situation. If I hadn’t gone to that movie, if I had just stayed inside, if I wasn’t selfish and never content with anything, if only I had found the movie interesting just like everybody else, and if only I was like everybody else I wouldn’t be packing my bags and fleeing from the home I’ve ever known right now.

They say everything happens for a reason but I still can’t see the reason why I was bitten by that inhuman a few nights ago. Or was I meant to become a monster, a killer, a fugitive, a bloodsucker?

I just couldn’t see any reasonable reason underneath this sudden event that had come into my life just to turn my world upside down.

I tried to block out the thoughts while I packed but they kept flowing through my mind— thoughts of regret, thoughts of pain, thoughts of loneliness cause I knew that from now on I’d be lonely forever. Everything I worked for has been for nothing now! I’d never get the chance to love a woman and I had so much love in me to give.

I shook my head in pity of myself and then the tears flowed freely from my eyes, at least it made me happy to see that I could still shed tears, maybe I wasn’t a complete monster after all.

In great anger I began to forcefully knock things off the table. I was bitter, I just wanted to break everything in my way, I fell to the floor on my knees and the ground shook, I threw a fist on the wooden floor and it bore a hole on the ground, I had finally succeeded in destroying my home before I left.

I believed I remained in that position for a minute or two, not knowing what other emotion to feel after the rage was over. I finally stood up and stuffed a brush and toothpaste inside the only black bag I was taking along with me; from now on it was my only companion. I looked around and agreed within myself that there was nothing else I needed. And then it struck me....

The clothes I was wearing were stained in the doctor’s blood, I began to breathe heavily in a panic. I hurriedly tore the clothes off my body, baring myself naked. I began to dig through my box of clothes for something else to wear, I found a black trouser, a white long sleeved shirt and knitted sweater, I rushed the clothes on and finally I was ready to flee.

I decided to take one last look at my old home, at once all the memories I’ve had here came alive in my mind.

I could still remember when dad bought the house twenty years ago, I was so happy we finally had a home of ours, and on that same day I met Elias it was one of my best memories. It wasn’t a large house but it was perfect. A little brownstone house with a chimney, the walls were made of bricks and I always loved the sandy smell it had. The fireplace was right there at the end of the wall in the living room. The black gramophone looked as stunning as ever on the table. The floor was of shiny smooth brown wood, I could just see Mum cooking in the kitchen and Dad reading his papers. I could see Elias and I playing games on the smooth floor in the living room.

It was my little brown house, it had everything about me in it. I had lived there since I was ten, and now in one night I’d be leaving it for good; never to return.

I began to have second thoughts— why don’t I just let them come, let them take me away but I had to snap out of those thoughts cause I knew how that scene would end. The kind of anger that grew in me was the kind I had no control over, the blood thirst was insatiable and I just knew that if I stayed I’d surely sink my teeth into someone.

I closed my eyes, breathed in and exhaled, I opened my eyes and flung the door open. To my surprise I found a man in a suit standing outside the door.

“Good evening Mr Damian, I’m detective Sherman, I’d like to ask you a few questions!” He showed me his badge while speaking calmly.

“What kind of questions?” I moved and winced uncomfortably.

“You’ll find out once we get to the station, please come with me!”

“No you don’t understand, I can’t be anywhere near people right now— “ I paused. “I just have to go far away from here”. I added with a whisper and I was starting to get angry.

“I’m afraid I can’t allow that!” The detective brought out a gun at once pointing it at me.

“You’ve got no choice!!!” I shouted at him.

Immediately I heard the sound of other guns clicking, when I looked I could see that my house had been surrounded with a bunch of armed police officers ready to pounce on me with their bullets. They weren’t here to bargain or solve this calmly, they were certainly here to take me forcefully; even if it means killing me.

“Please move aside!” I growled underneath my breath. He shook.

I pushed him aside mindful enough not to hurt him, he shot at my chest, at that moment I thought that would be the end of me, but to my surprise and to the terror written in the detective’s eyes— I was bulletproof! A bullet that was supposed to kill me, hit me and fell to the ground; unsuccessful of its mission. But I still felt a slight pain from the bullet.

I turned around and walked away, but the detective was a stubborn man and so was I.

“Stop or we’ll open fire!” He threatened.

I turned around to meet his eyes with my bag on my shoulder, I smiled at him like a villain and continued my journey.

“Open fire!” He commanded.

I heard hundreds of gunshots fired at me, and I felt each hit on my back, it was hurtful but I was untouched. They continued to shoot.

In a whoosh I was standing right next to the detective, he staggered and fell to ground in trembling fear, immediately the firing stopped. The policemen stood there staring at me with mouths open.

“Save your bullets, they don’t work on me!” I said boldly with a growl and my eyes glowed.

I swooshed away in a flash to where I stood before, I jumped on the wall of one of the houses and crawled on the walls like spider, I jumped again and landed on the roof.

I ran away that night feeling like a god and I loved it!