The Abandoned house (Part 1)

He took her by the lapel of the beige jacket he was wearing and lifted her up, forcing her to be almost on the balls of her feet.

"I'll give you another chance. Do it." His jaw was set, lifting his upper lip a little to reveal fangs that were undoubtedly larger than an average man's.

"Please…", she said showing a nervousness that she couldn't hide. The strange man thought that at last she was going to give in to his order.

"Please…kill me once and for all and get this over with." She looked at him with a mixture of fear and rage at a point on a wall, thus avoiding seeing the damned. Something in her brain made a snap, similar to the impact of a stone against a mirror and even holding her jacket and a bit of her sweater threw the poor young woman to the ground causing her to groan at the impact. The woman was stunned and whimper from the pain in her body, she tried to drag herself away from there. Seeing that was causing the jet-black feeling a strong pressure in her being, it was a nuisance. He had never really felt like hurting someone. But that girl had something special that he couldn't quite put his finger on. His blood was not more appetizing than the others, but it was so strange that he refused his order, usually people did not give him any kind of fight just by feeling his presence they were instantly paralyzed or fell at his feet... all at once. or another way. Sometimes whoever is in sin can still be tempted.

The Abandoned House (part 1)

If she could go back in time just a few hours when the idea of going to the stupid store crossed her mind, if she had changed my mind at that moment and thought that it was best not to go and eat a simple apple or something, time would be. in her bed asleep between the warm blankets while the rain hits the roof of her house. Although it is also possible that she was awake due to the sound of the rain hitting the surface; her sleep was so light that it was common for insignificant things to wake her up. It's usually a problem. Despite her it was not like that. That psychopath was going to end her life. Unfortunate her curiosity and her luck; the last thing she left at home was a note telling her dad that she would be back soon, that he had gone out to buy some things in case he woke up at night. She wanted to see her father. She wished someone would walk through that filthy door and take her out of this hell…she wished this wasn't real, she wished this was just a horrible nightmare. But no one was going to get her out of this barbed wire trap. No one was going to save her. She knew it.

She closed her eyes feeling the pain in her shoulder as she hit the ground. The pain indicates that she dislocated. Well, she now she knew that this man, whom she suspected that she had stained her hands with blood before, was going to exterminate her. The young woman thought that this thing must be a demon, that she was not going to exterminate it with a revolver, it was obvious that it was not her style. She possibly she would do it with her bare hands wielding a knife. The woman's lip must have hit the dusty ground, the metallic taste on her tongue indicating that. Despite the pain she tried to drag herself away from her on that unfamiliar ground like a pitiful worm trying to escape from a bird. She wanted to get as far away from that man as possible.

Kira had accepted that this was the end of her, but she was gnawingly afraid of the presence of the darkly clad man who seemed to be entertaining her fear. She noticed that in addition to the noise of the rain, which was getting louder, without mistake that he was growling like a dog in his death, she felt that she was at the moment like Lisa, the one born of the goddess Nix and He was going to eliminate her with the force of his anger,<I hope he is at least merciful and does it quickly>. She had told him to end it all, but the last thing she wanted was to die. She didn't want to die. She didn't want to die like that.

She couldn't speak well, she had just realized it. She tried to say her prayers, but her lips didn't respond, just quivered restlessly and her tongue was clumsy. She felt his footsteps behind her. Her body froze, she stopped crawling, she remained on her back, static, and she clenched her fists trying to control her sobs, the perfect fruits of her disappearance, of her uncertainty. She hoped this would pass quickly. His presence drowned her as if her head were underwater. Maybe if she didn't annoy him even more, her ending would be painless or maybe it's... what the hell was she thinking... That man was unbalanced, maybe she would take her time, torture her for fun. She wanted to faint. But her wish was not granted, she begged for everything to happen quickly. May this ordeal end as far as possible.

That woman remained lying on the ground after that blow against the wooden floor, she just moaned a little from time to time. Her voice is causing him reactions that she didn't think could happen in a situation like this. He was thirsty, but not for blood. He wanted her to cry and plead for her life, for her to kiss his shoes. She didn't have to be literal, they'd see that.

Why was he thinking that?

Usually he doesn't give a cent to see fear in people who had the misfortune to meet him, but this woman was… different in some way. She confronted him, someone else in her place would have immediately dropped to their knees begging him not to hurt her, though he had never asked anyone to beg. He believed that if she had agreed so easily, he would have ended her life long ago. The game would already be over. Now this was far from over.

"No". That word echoed in his head.

"How dare she tell him that?" he snapped his fingers, "How could she!?" He had never received such a direct and solid refusal, albeit reeking of fear. Feeling that he was going to go crazy for this offense. "

Wretch," he hissed, the harsh words coming out of his mouth. her throat, he was impatient to tear it apart. His good humor went down the drain.

Almost a minute had passed and he hadn't moved from that point. She wasn't unconscious because he could hear her now silent sobs from her. he tried to get closer to her, but her response was to crawl away from me. At another time it would seem funny, but now it is the opposite, this is worse for his spirit. It wasn't so fun anymore. He believed, no, he was sure that he had never felt like this and without meaning to he growled in frustration. He walked towards that trembling jelly that is her body, she had remained still. He heard that the woman was praying, he heard prayers between her murmurs; funny, that she begged some divine power, well, she tried, but not him. If she had, he would have been spared all this. He wanted to touch her, he wanted to see her expression of anguish from her. With each step he took he realized something that he hadn't noticed due to her carelessness. It had a very pleasant aroma, an aroma that caused something in him, feeling that before, at some point that he did not remember he had perceived it, he was angry at not knowing, not remembering: This feels like…loss…it doesn't matter. The rain had not stopped, the icy night stuck to the bones like a magnet. Two people were in an uninhabited residence, without hesitation, a long time ago. It was obvious from the dust and peeling paint on the walls that in years past they had seen their best days, a building once considered beautiful was now in ruins, mold in the corners giving off that unmistakable smell of grime and damp, some disastrous. graffiti done by some aspiring street artist. The occasional rat in the distance walked across the floor emitting its high-pitched squeals, they were scared by the activity that was now occurring, looking for a refuge between the holes in the walls and floors, to get away from the living room of that house.

One of the occupants was dressed in dark clothes and approached with a slow gait before a helpless body that had stopped crawling and remained lying on his chest on the dirty floor, while some dust particles entered through his nostrils causing him to sneeze a couple of times. times. The pale man stood next to the trembling body and crouched down, he saw how his back reflects the altered breaths, each breath truly remarkable. The tension so great in the environment that Kira felt like an imaginary weight was pressing more and more on her battered figure. Her heart was going to explode at any moment. She did not raise her head, she kept it on the ground with her eyes closed, she noticed how some warm tears ran down her face, and then fell and leaked into a floor that had better times, just like her.