Chapter 10: He

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He was walking down a vacant street. He was in an area of brick houses. All in a row the brick houses lined on the block in their rectangular structures, though contrasted by their nonexistent or existent porches and lawns. Some of the brown brick houses were attached to one another, but unmistakably, separate homes. The street was clear of cars and held drying dead leaves with crouching trees protruding out of the dark grey side walk. Dry blood stained the random corners on the concrete. It stemmed from those like him and those like her.

There wasn't anyone like him around. They were migrating out of their natural grounds to the Hive.

On the other hand, the regulars were present and hid behind the silence to remain invisible.

Some shuffled quietly in their shelters.

Some were hiding behind things as his presence was spotted.

He can smell the gas and gun powder; acknowledging they were ready for the defense.

He sped through the street, blinding his figure away from the tension. The regulars were too calculated in killing as of lately. He could react and attempt to fill his thirst with their obscure blood. But his main focus was the girl.

He tracked the girl's blood to a home.

The smell of her blood was slowly sneaking into his senses. He sped the process up, inhaling deeply as his eyes fluttered from the stimulus. The girl's fluid compelled the vampire forward to the white gate. It almost seduced his other side to lose control and submit to hunger. Though, the hunger targeted the regulars, he remembered the pain that contracted his organs into spasms whenever he consumed their blood.

His grip loosened around the metal of the gate. The imprint of his fingers sculpted it permanently.

The painful memories opened the vampire's cloudy view of ravenous thirst.

The house was boarded on the windows and front door.

The surrounding houses were failing in security. They were disrupted with broken windows, open doors, and regular remains sprawled out. No regulars hid behind those walls, except the one stood before him.

He slightly pushed the entrance. It swung swiftly to the side, hitting against the gate. The sound was sharp, scratching the insides of his ears. The regular girl could hear this. She seemed attentive to details and survival. Yet, she was not an efficient regular. She proved she was incapable of survival.

The regular was almost killed by the other regulars, and him.

Suddenly, the story she told him while his skin burned flashed images in his head.

A piece beyond him wanted to hear more stories. The same piece who wanted to know about the images floating around in his head. The same piece who saved the girl and had a voice.

It was the first time he spoken in years.

The girl's scent was evident here.

The vampire pressed his narrow nose into the door. The scent was faint and almost hidden within the creases of the wood. The vampire dragged his nose upwards as the unique odor swirled through his nostrils. The favorable scent watered his tongue into a frenzy of saliva that desired her warm blood. The wet organ molested the door to attempt to compliment the smell. The smell was unique compared to any regular.

The failure to match the smell to the taste of the door disappointed the vampire into automatic anger. His nails grew to crowing claws as his clenched fingers penetrated through the brown door to the inside of the home.

A slight pain electrified his fingers as he jerked back swiftly to the outside.

The oozing dark blood squirted out of his ruptured flesh, pouring down the skin of his tan hand. His two fingers were sliced through the cartilage of his knuckles, exposing the miniature long bones peeking through the red gush.

The healing process began quickly.

The long bones were stretching out of the wound, piercing through the lesions like spider legs. Red muscles spiraled around the bones in ribbons. The olive skin tone of his epidermis returned over his underlying tissues, completing the healing transformation to the end of his nails.

The sounds of footsteps rumbled within the home.

Tilting his head, he was struggling against meeting the girl face to face once more or disappear from her view.

He wanted to go. He wanted to the join the Hive.

Then, he reflected his past time with her. The uniqueness of their last encounter grounded his feet onto the concrete.  It was plain he was able to cruise easily into the conscience of her mind, though the "how" behind it was undiscovered. He heard his own voice for the first time in a while. Their second encounter can guarantee if it was the regular to blame. He wanted to communicate above feeding to satisfy the consistent hunger. 

"Sorry B!" the regular yelled.

He attached his hands and feet to the outer wall of the home and crawled up soundlessly. His feet cracked as his toes bent downwards into curved positions. The whiteness of his toenails stretched, pointing sharply by the tips into the bricks.

He paused, shivering as his body hairs erected.

"What the fuck?" she said.

He could sense her body close. His substance running through the course of her capillaries. It was heavy on his senses. He could almost taste the blood as her blood pumped loudly in an adrenalize rhythm. The sound was a pounding, uncontrollable beat as the blood gushed like a water through the sewers.

The breathy resonances escaped out of her mouth. The fast pace down the steps influenced the regular rhythm of her panting. Yet, the stench of her sweat required another explanation.

"Oh no." he heard the regular whisper.

He awaited, absorbing her scent...the blood's scent.

There was a momentary pause.

He did not attempt to bury into her thoughts. She was the first regular, whose thoughts he could connect to, but his ability to do so was unavailable. He could not penetrate her thoughts. Not only that he recognized how he could not speak now as he done before.

His lips pulled back into a firm line.

Understanding anything was difficult for him. In a constant flux between two entities, he was always caught in a painful confused state. With the regular, he was still being torn.

The reason he's here was because things that were forgotten returned to him from a life that died. Though he was not having the same experience as before, he was somehow fixed to the wall.

He heard a clicking noise and the door creak open.

His body went rigid.

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