A really long passage with small apartments, the size of two cubicles merged. From the petite or let's say trivial terrace, the third room on your left.
Firmly held by old, red bricks bountifully garnished with cracks on its surface, a pallid ash gray door stood and on its other side, all her worth outside her homeland were kept. ALL.
And there, behind the door with drapes drawn to prevent the incurs of the sun during the day- Just like a vamp will do, a small, portable plasma TV hung to the thinned walls, a stein with red, small cheap wine filled the air and a few inches from the cold dark walls, the soft thud of her heart reminded her that she was living as she lay on her single bed, curled up from the world outside and only peeking to know what was going out there through her TV.
Life hadn't been always bad, in fact, it looked like it'd stored up the bad moments like filling up a trash bag only to let all the scum out at once.
Yeah... Her life was vitiated... contaminated... polluted... depraved... infected... poisoned and contaminated too!
And she knew it, she knew things like this were bound to happen. She knew things will one day turn around for the worse but she never really expected what she'd met on the other side. No one could have... No one!
**
Her father had gone to “visit his ancestors” about two months ago and she knew it would be her time soon because she had been diagnosed with it a few weeks after his death… before Mrs. Ileana, her mother’s death, no, suicide.
In her dad's bloodline, the vampire syndrome was a prevailing predicament. It'd taken her Uncle Stephen, Uncle Thomas too, his little child of two and virtually all of them- her grandparents, three generations before hers and now, it had come for her also and her mother hadn’t made things easier by intoxicating herself with drugs.
Memories of how it happened still dawdled in Maisie’s mind. She had gone to McDonald’s to get a meal of 4 Piece Chicken Nuggets for herself and Egg McMuffins for her mum. She almost got burnt waiting for a taxi but one soon arrived and she got the meal. As she got home, her senses told her things had gone terribly wrong. She walked into her sitting room and dropped the meals, called for her mum but there was no response. She called for her lazily again, still tired from the tears she’d cried for her dad two weeks before but still nothing. She went to her room, wasn’t there, headed to the kitchen, wasn’t there too and that was when she got really frightened. She slowly placed her sweaty hands on the cold bathroom door and pulled it open, gently, only for it to reveal a pale white body drained of blood, lying in the tub with spilled meds not far from where she was. It was Mrs. Illeana – Maisie’s mother. There was no blood spillage, it was a silent and perhaps, peaceful death. Maisie screamed in shock and passed out too. Her neighbours rescued her.
All of that happened because of her father’s demise and it still didn’t change a thing that the number of individuals that suffered from it round the world were small and insignificant compared to other ailments and no cure had been found to it. Yet.
**
Maisie wasn't in the mood for anything. Nothing at all. Her body was itching real bad... The disease was getting to her, she knew it. It was gradually eating her, devouring her from her dyed pitch black hair down to her painted mascara face and down to the soft soles of her feet. But for a few seconds none of that mattered, nothing mattered at all; not school, nor her ailment, not Russell or Amaya, all what mattered was right there, at her front, like a poison filled dish for a puppy. She couldn't help but freeze so as she heard the reporter.
Her entire body was still in shock and unwilling to move but her heart kept on pounding harder and her brain was responding to and interpreting the billions of waves the TV was sending to her.
Like a possessed little sprite she flung to her fit and in a mad frenzy she "packed" all the stuffs she could - a few clothes shoved into her small travel bag, her documents into a file she immediately shunted down the bag, cosmetics into... No one cared about those! She didn't pack them.
For the first time in a long time she felt scared, frightened and terrified.
"...Wanted for the murder of Logan Sullivan who was found in a pool of his blood..."
She wasn't scared of being hungry or not having a place to sleep. She wasn't scared and didn't care about what people thought of her. She was scared of herself! She didn't who know whom she'd become. A blood thirsty vampire?
She had to get out of her room fast but she was lost, she had no where to go or didn't she?
Her phone's screen came on followed by consequent beeps. It was Me, Harvey Rhett - the child of a billionaire. I was calling the murderer I loved!
**
They're after me. The police... They were coming for me. I was wanted! Weren't they scared of me? I'm a vamp at least.
Maisie wore a pale blue denim jeans with a dark purple sweater whose hood did a great job in keeping her face concealed as she slid out of the door and found her way out with her hands on the cold red bricks as there was no illumination on the passage. She was petrified and it only got worse when she heard the sirens of the police force pull up at the building where her apartment was. Three minutes later than she'd been and she'd have found herself being whisked to a cell in handcuffs.
She hastened her footsteps and hoped the sound of her traveling bag on the granite street wouldn't attract them. People were in their warm, inviting homes already, it was 10pm and she was the only one on the street - just her, her noisy little bag and the street lamps that threatened to blow her cover.
She reached the end of the street and stood - with her bags praying for a taxi to turn up fast.
The thirty seconds during which she waited were like years. Each heartbeat for a year, ten seconds equals a decade.
An old, grimy taxi pulled up beside her. Inside the taxi was dark and the driver appeared to have a lit cigarette in his mouth but Maisie didn't care. She had to get anywhere but where she was presently. She recklessly put her traveling bag in the secondary tail and sat. She heard a distant "Hey! Wait there!" and saw the silhouette of a burly officer hurrying up and panting to meet them but the driver didn't pause, not for a second. His exhaust pipe fought against the wind and they were out of there.
"That will be ten dollars ma'am".
The aura at home was so crisp and tense we could have an entrancing banquet of it and there will still be an ample amount of the "meal" left for Maisie. Our emotions flared when my mother began telling my dad how irresponsible I’d been by not picking up Mason and Madison and how I’d gotten detention. My mother had broken our deal, she’d snitched on me although she told me she wasn’t going to mention it, she broke my trust!I didn't plan on telling my parents that Maisie was coming over to hide till God-knows-when because she was wanted for the demise of a bully who'd come after her and even if I there was a slim chance of that happening before, it had been washed away.For the first time in a long time I was scared... No, panicking. The person I loved with all my life was wanted for murder, the person I had dated was probably assisting the pol
Simple smiles, a trivial pressure of bliss that wedged our lips apart and exposed our dentition. Loud, gaudy, unrefined mirths that sent echoes down the lonely but well-lit street.We couldn't help ourselves, we chuckled, grinned, burst out and even howled without the slightest caution that we were in Fairford Overlook, a residential estate and were expected to be calm and perhaps, be sipping a warm cup of coffee that wet night or reading a bedtime story.It was still raining heavily – hitting the road, our hair and rooftops too like it was in a feud but we didn't give a care in the world, we were soaked, we were drenched, we were wanted by the police and we didn’t have a plan then but we were happy, exceedingly happy!That moment was enchanting, flawless and magical - from the incessant rain that seemed to mat down my dark hair, through the gentle
Rows of lockers on both sides of the long corridor thinned out of my view as I raced with feet hastier than Iris', the goddess of the rainbow, swift-footed messenger of the gods. Their colours fizzled out - Magenta, hue of a perfect green lawn, a spotless blue sky and the golden shade of the sun.I went left, turned right and shot down the longer hallway that had two defective bulbs that flickered inversely to each other. I passed by exquisite and identical hazel coloured doors with brass doorknobs. I knew what was on the other side of those doors and I had been in most - Ruddy carpets, plastered cerulean and white snowy ceilings, air conditioners airing at their topmost potentials, black lounge chairs on one side and a tablet-armed chair on the other side of a desk messed with crisp, white papers.I got out of the building easier than I thought I would. I felt like I was running into a booby trap. I retrieved my four
A 2020 Kia Forte was approaching us with headlamps fully blasting with white bright lights although it was midday at an insane speed. It suddenly swerved to it's left - out of it's Lane onto ours and multiplied it's velocity by infinity.It didn't make any sense and the once pinpoint light that fought through the country road's brown dust as it grew to become a blinding illumination didn't help.The Lotus Evoras were well behind us and I thought for a crack second that we were victorious just before the Kia Forte and our Land Rover rammed severely into each other.At that instant every darn thing slowed down - the pieces of the windscreen that shattered, the deafening and unending alarms of the two cars, the suffocating, pallid airbags, the resonant high-pitched shriek of Maisie as a thin but very acute piece of the windscreen tore her face - closely beneath her left eye, a bleeding knee, a broken shoulder, two destroyed v
Two red and white ambulances whose loud unrelenting engines and sirens tore apart the natural serenity a cold, wet night brought along rushed with a mad haste into NYC teaching hospital with his emergency horns blaring deafeningly like it would knock off death till they got to the hospital.As the rescue vans pulled up in front of the cream and pink building, four storeys tall, splendidly constructed and very very well illuminated hospital that was kept in solitary from the hustle and bustle of the outside world, seven nurses of different ranks hurried out to meet the casualties of a ghastly motor accident; a first-aid kit held tightly in one of them's hand.Stretchers came along less than thirty seconds after. Every living organism was in an hysteria as they all worked hand in hand to save the lives of the badly battered victims. The only substances that paid no attention were the yellow and pitch Begonia flowers that danced with th
The atmosphere was dark and thick with smoke and it kept us from seeing the pale blue and white fluffy clouds.We were lucky!Few feet after my limp body and Maisie's drained frame were cautiously taken out of the dented Landrover, chummy dark fumes escaped from the bonnet that had an head-to-head contact with the Kia Forte.After about a minute of painstaking and blood letting footsteps into the woods; away from all that had happened by folks whom I later realized were Russel and Sheryl, there was a massive amount of heat energy that I felt on my contused skin.I had an odd notion about what it was but I was so drained I couldn't go through the stress of turning my neck for a quick glance at least, to satisfy my curiosity.My left, nerveless arm from where blood oozed ceaselessly was wrapped round Russel who didn't seem to mind a bit. He appeared pure.Mais
Sheryl and Russel knew every shrub, every single green trees, thickets, plants, weeds, briers, flowers and boscage and that was a good thing on the short run as we ran as fast we could away from the cops - barely escaping with Sheryl.What I meant by moving as fast as we could was actually extremely slow and almost an insignificant increment compared to how we well we moved before the cops came.Sheryl's cuffs were still on her and they made her unable to do anything but point out shortcuts with extreme fatigue.Maisie was conscious again thanks to the ear piercing sounds of gunshots that filled the air minutes ago but she could barely speak or do anything other than stare and breath and bleed into Russel's shirt as we ran up, down and round the brown, dry earthen clumps, popped small, feeble branches under our weight and had occasional stops to get the right direction to Sheryl
Sal couldn't keep the billions of thoughts coursing through his head from crashing against each other like immense waves of the Pacific contending for the most superior.What if he had come to kill his mum? He could do that in mere seconds.Or maybe he really did have a loved one, but was meeting him or rather, bumping into him a coincidence?Besides his aura was too noxious for him to love or have a family.How could he be capable of loving when he'd literally machinated with other sick fellows into making Sal blow off a part of Future Tech?No! He definitely came for something else.Perhaps he had come to see the doctor - he definitely needed one.Sal was upset already and it didn't make him better that a sick b*stard was smiling down at him.Mer noticed the swift