After checking out, the front desk went so far as to show Laura the exit. At first, she thought it was a nice gesture from a simple middle-aged man, but took her words back almost immediately after he opened his lips. He kept asking awkward questions about what Martha had said to coax her into checking in, what the Martins had got to do with her, and what business the police had for visiting her. The most annoying of all was when he tauntingly phrased out, with his horrible singsong voice, that Laura might have just been a naughty little young girl. Of course, as someone who didn’t want to stab anyone with harsh-coated words, she kept her mouth shut. He didn’t seem to care, though. For as long as he could talk, even with silence as a response would work well for him. Their one-sided conversation seemed to drown on and on that, after what seemed to be an eternity, Laura was glad to watch him bounce back to his post, waving his hand in the air without looking back at her. “What a nosy
The night was just as it usually was, still and a little bit humid. Thin, gentle clouds fluffed about in the shadow of the dome-like horizon. The stars, with the full moon, twinkled ever so brightly to dispel how darkness may attempt to overthrow the eve. There was not a single sign pointing out to something ominous crossing reality unless you count the crows cawing as they flew in flocks and the loud silence barely broken. With the wind dancing so chillingly in the air, the trees waving just as much in the corner of the street, a luxurious van drove away. It wasn’t until it took a wrong turn that the once peaceful night had been cradled by a deafening screech, smoke billowing from the crumpled hood. And from one of the doors that had blasted open, a woman nursing a throbbing head crawled her way out, her tanned skin a little paler. Laura looked around with her eyes wide open, catching a breath. She blinked. She could have sworn they were driving on a bridge-like street, with its cor
Laura had never seen a shaman before, although she did hear of them. If she were to put them in simpler terms, they’d be best defined as ancient healers who relied not upon the science of medicine but on the herbals and mysteries of the world. They were, more or less, traditionalist folks who upheld the nature of their purpose and wore strange clothes just to maximize who they were supposed to be. If you ask her, in this modernist of a world, they were the least existence to meet in the street. After all, science was now the keynote to which everyone must orchestrate, or risk being left behind in the husk of illiteracy. And that being said, she didn’t fancy coming across a shaman, a strange one at that, just when she’d been confronted by the horror her driver had become. It was too much of a coincidence, almost like everything was premeditated. Chances were, Soyet the shaman may have been one of the reasons why she had to see tragedy personified itself right before her eyes. She did
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Laura knew Soyet the shaman was up to something the moment he aimed for her neck. She couldn’t put her fingers to it, but her guts told her it was closely related to his shits about trust and risk just to get something. And although she did jump out of the way the first time, a part of her understood there was no harm. Her mind now nagged her to the obvious display of mistrust and cowardice. Well, no one could blame her. After all, everything that has so far happened to her amounts to the fact that there was nothing on Earth undeserving of her uncertainty. His uneven teeth flashing in the dimly lit room, Soyet made to stop to narrow his eyes at her. He clenched his fist on his staff and gently nudged them to the side, the corner of his chapped lips twitching. “What are you up to?” hissed Laura, glaring at him. Since he loved doing things his way, she guessed, by all means, it was her right to feel bad about it. It wasn’t as if he weren’t aware of what she just recently witnessed. And
Laura was exhausted. She had been walking around who knows where without a sense of purpose. How many times did she smack herself in the head? She could no longer count. She was too busy trying to argue with a stranger about her dreams and why she should pursue it that she completely forgot to ask where the hell they were or, for that matter, how to get out of this thick lineup of trees, which, from the looks of it, no longer aligns to the path by which Soyet’s house was located. If she were remembering it correctly, although the old man was passionate about animals and was rather traditionalistic, his yard was punctured by cement and the path obviously led to the main road. It was then with much confusion that she found herself, after a few turns, in a highly-deserted forest-like place with all the ominous trees standing so threateningly close to her. Its heights were more than enough to cover the horizon from her sight. As such, she had been walking in the dark for quite some time
Soyet was amazing. Laura was never able to measure the scope of his wisdom before, but now that she came and thought about it, there were a lot of enigma circling his existence. Although she wanted to be suspicious, the idea alone was countered by the thought of him almost always saving her whenever she was in a tight spot. And she couldn’t find any faults with his concerns either, with his desire to hold her off from her deadly dream. In fact, it was hilarious to even suspect such fact since, in the first place, he would get nothing by doing so. Other than that, she was still wondering how she turned out to be in the Black Forest when she was supposed to be in New York. The only explanation for that was Soyet himself. He must have done something. After all, she was still yet to understand how he became an omniscient being. He knew a lot about the vampires, going so far as to concoct a potion that could thwart this immortal’s heightened senses. And most of all, he understood very wel
Uncertainties.Laura’s perspective was swirled about by nagging doubts that would have never surfaced should that dangerous of a man never appeared. She couldn’t understand why he was so achingly familiar, why a part of her longed to touch him, to be with him, and yet, on the other side of the spectrum, she feared him. It was a conflicting emotion she could not fathom even by the reasoning of her simply being attracted to him.One thing she was sure of, though, there was something deeper about the circumstances, a connection she may have overlooked. She’d like to believe this even though she could think of countless explanations—one more absurd than the next—because she was certainly not someone whose shallow as this. Don’t get her wrong. It was just hilarious to think she had fallen for someone by merely hearing his voice. Yes, she could be allured (no doubt, the rhythm of his articulation was not only spine-tingling but also a music to the ears), but the feeling her heart had radiat