Another Intruder

Omerta’s POV

Darkness was all that my eyes felt and saw for the first couple of seconds until they adjusted to those pitch-black surroundings. As my eyes started taking in the visual, my heart quivered with fear and despair, the two unfriendly feelings that were slowly crawling across my whole body. The tangy metallic smell of the blood was thick in the air, making my dread run deeper.

The alternating cries of the little boy and that man that rang in that small room, provided the perfect background score to the horror that was at play there.

It was like the whole thing was in a loop, as the same visual and audio repeated itself over and over again.I focused on the scene in front of me as the next cycle of torture was about to commence.

The man, who I knew was a vampire, grabbed the little boy again as he bit hard on his back, piercing his razor-sharp fangs into that boy's delicate skin, an action that made him scream in agony.

In any other case, I would have assumed that the boy woul