Thirty Third Chapter

Few minutes ago.

Esme was just chilling, staring at the wall. Sometimes, she blinks and smile.

This the perspective of the world.

But for Esme, she is seeing numbers juggling and flying aroud.

In front of her is a suitcase, the suitcase she had John carry around last time.

Audible sound coming from the bed.

Her spirit lit up. She wastes no time, stood and walks to the bed.

There, she sees Finna. She froze. Her eyes widens. Steps back unconciously.

"Auntie."

"Rarrrrrr!" Instead of greeting Esme the way she greeted her in two decades of life, she replies in a vampiric famished way.

"Raaaarrrrrr!" She attacks Esme, a new turned vampire go no reason. Her reason is hunger.

"Auntie!" Esme screams in fright.

No result, she us greeted by the bulldozing Finna.

Esme left no choice but to run. Her mind tells her to get something to fend for herself. She goes to the kitchen. Theres a weapon there.

Run!

Clear mind but her body failing her. Even so, she reached the kitchen.

It's hotel suite, its not even 60 sqmt room area, include everything and in between, so the kitchen is just round the corner.

She picks the nearest knife, a kitchen knife, technically, its a butter knife she used to slice the bread she got earlier to pair it with pork and beans.

The vampire is thrice or 4 times better physique than humans.

In no time, Finna reaches Esme.

Just as Esme turns, vampire Finna point blank range. She even sees the protruding teeth, fangs are the correct word.

The look on Finna's face, finally, a meal.

"Rrrrrr!" Vampire instinct or whatever, she aims for Esme's neck.

Just as Esme becomes the first snack or meal of Finna the Vamp.

The suite shakes, vibrates.

An earthquake at a crucial moment!

The fear, uncertainty, determination to survive, loss and grief disappears from Esme's eyes.

Instead, her eyes turns to an unfeeling, emotionless and passionless eyes.

"Its been too long! Sister!" The sound coming from Esme's mouth did not sound like her own usual sweet and classy accent sound. Now it is like guttural nosy sound.

Stab!

The butter knife cleaves through the neck of Finna.

Thud.

Head fell.

Freaking butter knife cleaves through a neck. That's human neck! Connected to spine. Its not easy to cut, slice and cleave.

But somehow, Esme easily sliced and diced her Auntie Finna.

Esme staring the severed head of Finna. Emotionless and passionless. No guilt at all.

"Ahhhh! Its nice to be back! Sister, im so so so envious in you, getting all the fun." The guttural nosy accent sounds so creepy.

Crack crakkkk crakkkk.

Esme stretched her body, the joints and ligaments sounded they have not stretched a long long time ago.