The Human and the Vampire.

Alijah woke up with a scream.Nightmare. It was only a nightmare. A nightmare like every other night.She checked her phone and got out of bed so fast, she almost fell down. How could she have slept off? Or was she mistaken about time? She checked her phone again. 9:00 AM. Nope, definitely not mistaken.She hurried through her morning routine and got ready for work. What if Mr Fart, her boss, fired her for coming late to work? What if he thought she resigned because of yesterday's advance? Then, she would be doomed. She needed that job, just as she needed the air to breathe. Even though she was only a secretary, she loved the pay the job got from the job. She needed that money to keep her mind and soul together.20 minutes later, she was out the door."I'm sorry I'm late." Alijah told her boss.His name is Mr Alfred Ray, but Alijah prefered to call him Mr Fart because she thought the man's attitude was like a fart that smells to others but never to the one who farted. Although Alijah n

Scott opened his eyes weakly and stared at the unfamiliar surrounding. Where was he? And why does he feel so weak."Are you back?" Scott heard a voice asked him. He turned his focus to where the voice had come from and saw Arden standing close to him."Hungry." He croaked out.Without a word, Arden stretched out his arm toward Scott and he fed hungrily. After he was done, Scott felt his powers coming back and he sat up. He saw that Arden wasn't standing alone, Lucas was with him."What happened?" Scott asked them after.Lucas took his time to explain everything that had happened. At least, what they thought had happened. When Scott confirmed their thoughts that he had indeed fed from her, Lucas continued in his tale. He also explained what he thought might have been the reason for Scott's unconscious state. After he was done, Scott sighed audibly."Are you saying that her blood could be poisonous to vampires?" He asked Lucas."I don't know yet. It could be only to you. But, we will soo

Alijah's head throbbed and her whole body ached her. It felt like someone had hammered her entire body with a heavy object like a sledger or even a rock. The way her body felt like was the same with the way one would feel if the body has been carved in different kinds of wound.She also couldn't make sense of all the jumble of thoughts that had passed through her mind. Some of them even felt like memories. Memories that she knew that it didn't belong to her. Why she also had them was a mystery to her at the moment.She had been sleeping when the entire thing started. In only a matter of minutes, she had felt pain and horribleness. Intensed pain that she had wished for death to just take her life away from her so that tormenting could end.Then, the memories or thoughts had started. The memories that she had done everything in her power to stop from ever appearance in her head since they bring along with them, bundles of sadness.She saw her memori

The sunlight flickered through the blind, unleashing its ray of anger on Scott Anderson who groaned at the pain and discomfort he felt as the harsh sun burned him up. His blood felt hot and the flesh covering his bones felt as though it had been roasted as barbeque meat for whoever cared for it.He lifted his arm over his face to at least protect his face from getting more burnt than he felt it had. When that action did little to help him out of his predicament, he forced his blue eyes open and sat up. All his body ached and his bones felt stiff, along with his hot blood. To cut the long story short, he felt like he had been crucified without his permission.When the sunlight hit him again, this time a little brighter than before, he turned an angry scowl toward the direction the light came from. The first thing Scott noticed was the poor state of the room he was in.Judging from the faded blind that covered the window, to the faded color of the wall of the room, to the bare floor that

Alijah got into the kitchen, poured the last of her oatmeal into a bowl, added some milk to it, and made her way back to the room where she had left the stranger and his cat. She shook her head as she realized that the cat she had grown fond of would no longer be hers since the owner would want to go back for his pet when he was leaving. Even if the cat wanted to stay with her, she was sure the man would insist on taking the cat away.She would miss the pet. She had come to rely on the companionship the cat gave her. Now, there would be no one she could talk to and tell all her worries. She would return home to only her furniture and the silence her house provided her with. She sighed as she tried to shoot the depressing thoughts away. She was already used to being alone for most of her life, so returning to that circle again shouldn't be such a hard thing for her.It was a hard thing, she thought. Whether she admitted it out loud or not, whether she thought of it in her mind or she di