11: The Blood Moon

Zheira slowly retreated as people started swarming around the accident. Her eyes were bulging and her heart was beating fast. She couldn’t believe what she’d seen. It seemed a long time ago when Celestine helped her with her wounds as if she’d been separated from the rest of the world for about a century. 

Her insides clenched. As much as she wanted to grieve, the spitting image of Celestine’s bloody face kept popping in her head. On top of that, the wound on her neck was clearly the same as the other victims. 

Was it possible she was already dead even before the car crashed?

All of a sudden, a chilling shadow threw the place in semi-darkness. Zheira looked up. There was a pursuing curve-shade of dark light to the moon. The hair on the back of her neck prickled as people gasped and pointed upward.

Without conscious thought, she was already sprinting. She much rather be alone than have a strangers’ company. Her breathing quickened and cold sweat