26 of 39

Write now Article Tools

I could smell the beautiful aroma that followed Sherry. I stopped inhaling through my nose and started breathing through my mouth instead. That was no help. I could taste the aroma in the air. If it was at all possible, I would cease breathing all together.

"There's a bathroom down the hall if you need it, Moira." She pointed down the hall.

"Thank you." Said I.

"Honey, you are more than welcome." Again, I prevented myself from smiling. Hopefully, she doesn't think of me to be unfriendly because of it. No matter.

"Well, I think I'll go ahead and take a nap before I pass out on your floor." She laughed at my joke.

"Okay, deary. Just let me know if you need anything" Then she was off. What a sweet woman, probably the sweetest I have ever met. Yet, the thought made my face cringe.

Quietly, I shut the door and started to undress. I neatly place the clothes on the chair and immediately dove into bed. I was so exhausted, but my mind refused to take a break. Instead, it was furiously buzzing over the horrific events that had occured. For my own sake, I ignored them, but with great difficulty.

His face kept popping into my head. Those beautiful emerald-green eyes and that angelic smile. The blood, my hands covered in His blood. My eyes began to burn with tremendous pain, and I began to weep, untill finally, I fell asleep. My slomber didn't help whatsoever. A dream took place. I was my other self.

Dead silence filled my ears. My clothes, they were soaked in blood, my hands scarlett. Cadavers piled on top of one another, severely mutitlated.

A pulse shot through my hand with a steady beat - a heart, a Human heart, thriving without its owner. I squeezed it tightly, juices oozing from unknown places, making a puddle on the ground. This was nothing more than a field full of innocent people in their own pool of blood. The only person alive - was me.

I woke with a start, feverish and sweating profusively. I whipped the blanket off, exposing my naked legs. It was as if someone threw me into a scorching fire. I was getting use to it, though, the unnatural heat my body conjured.

I got out of bed, trying to balance myself with the chair, while struggling to slip my clothes on at the same time. I really need to leave here soon, and find the nearest city. Maybe Asher can give me a ride, then I could buy a plane ticket and fly back home. I am so out of place in this country. Then again, I will never fit in because of what I am. Not like I did before I turned.

From the looks of it,

• 1
• 2
• 3
• ...
• 7
• next page >>

Add your voice

Know something about Novel excerpts: Murder?
We want to hear your view. Write now!