I Need Blood

Four of them are trapped inside. Samantha can now feel her skin melting from the extreme heat. That is unbearably painful, so she can't help but curse, 'Damn this life! Why can't I learn my lesson? This is what I usually get for being such a busybody!'

Everybody holds her tightly as they scream out in fear and pain. They have not noticed the odd blisters on her skin.

Who can care about other details when your life is in danger?

Samantha looks down on them as if she can meet their eyes, and orders through a yell, "Close your eyes!"

"Are we going to die?" The mother asks, but her tone sounds like a conclusion. Tears cascading like waterfall in her eyes, lips trembling from dread and hopelessness. "It's fine if it's just me. But, my kids are still young. They must live."

"Shut up!" Samantha roars. "If you don't want anyone to die, just follow what I say!"

"Miss, thank you.", the mother says as she closes her eyes without doubting Samantha. Since she can enter easily, stops her husband from hurting them, this mysterious woman must have the ability to take them out as well. "I trust you."

Samantha grits her teeth. When everyone's eyes are shut already, she teleports with them. In just a split second, they are finally standing outside the burning house, gathering behind the crowd. All safe.

"Open your eyes. You're safe now." Samantha groans through panting. For the first time, she has experienced how it feels to be dog-tired. Although they are now out of that house, she can still feel the heat seeping inside her flesh. She is sure that a lot of her skin is burnt.

Everybody opens their eyes when they are told, and shock glints their eyes. 

"How… how did we get out?", the mother pops the question as her perplexed look sweeps around.

Samantha braces her hands on her hips and grumbles in a somewhat annoyed tone, "What? Do you want to return inside?"

"No. No. But, I can't thank you enough." The woman flutters her misty eyes as she covers her mouth. "I can't imagine how things will end without your help. You're our benefactor. Please, let me kneel to—"

"Quit it." Samantha interrupts her in a stern tone before the woman can go to her knees. "I didn't rescue you for this."

"But—"

The kids hug their mother so tightly on her legs, crying in unison, "Mama!"

That instantly cuts the conversation between Samantha and the mother.

The mother embraces her children back, however, her eyes still lay on Samantha. It expresses both gratitude and fatigue. She can't help but ask again. "How?"

"You don't need to ask. Just hide inside this house." Samantha walks to the door closer to them and opens it without asking permission of the owner. 

The small house is not too far from that burning house, but certainly is safe for them from fire and that lunatic man. She urges them to enter inside in a strict tone. "Hurry up. Get inside."

There are two people inside the house. The mother and her son are startled by their unannounced entrance. 

"Susan? Is that you?" The mother asks, though she can already see who are the people entering.

The woman, who is being called Susan, runs with her kids towards the speaker. Like those close friends reunited after a century of not seeing each other, they embrace each other as she sobs on the house owner's shoulder, "Oh my goodness! M-my son. He- he is gone."

Samantha hates to see dramas. She lets out an impatient sigh and interjects, "Alright, Mrs. Allow them to stay here. I'm pretty sure you're okay with that. Furthermore, you must know that they aren't safe outside. I'll go and, maybe, deal with that man."

"Wait!" The pitiful wife, named Susan, looks down, ashamed. "Please, don't hurt him."

Samantha is surprised. Unknowingly, her brow raises in a ridiculing manner. "What? Can't bear to part with that rascal? Still loves him despite what he has done? Why are you humans so stupid?"

"Excuse me?" 

Samantha inclines the end of the fabric a little, and peeks one of her eyes to them, displeased. "Yeah, fine. Just pretend I didn't say anything."

Susan shakes her head. "I think you got me wrong, Miss."

"Oh?" Samantha arches her right brow, giving off a domineering vibe.

"What I'm trying to say is…" Susan makes a pause and closes her eyes, letting more drops of her tears fall. Pain spreads all over her haggard face. "No matter what he did… Let the law punish him."

Samantha stares at the woman, and nods reluctantly, "I got you. Unfortunately, I'm not like you. I can promise I won't end his life. But to promise not to hurt him?" She smirks sarcastically and enunciates every word with emphasis. "No fucking way."

Samantha turns to leave.

"Please wait!" Susan halts her again, causing Samantha to face her with a frown. "Please, be careful. And… When it's done, let me take care of your wounds. You're hurt. Or, perhaps, forget about that man. Why not stay with us now and treat your injuries? You're a woman, after all. You don't need to do this."

Samantha ignores the rest of Susan's words and glances at her skin that seems like some plastic. It melts and creates several holes. The pain and the heat that engulfs her like a blazing inferno is hidden behind the snicker that forms on her face, "This is nothing. I can deal with this myself."

With that being said, Samantha exits the shack elegantly, eyes flash bloody. She immediately looks for that psychopath man as she finds herself being possessed with inextinguishable wrath. She has to vent it as soon as possible.

Before Samantha gets her target, the crowd screams, fretting as they scatter away from the scene like ants in the broken anthill, until only Samantha leaves standing. At that time, that psychopath man, who is asking trouble with anyone again, finally catches her.

He points furiously at her, his eyes fill with murderous intent. "It's you!! Bitch, I'll kill you!!!"

Hearing that, only a playful, mocking smirk creeps on her lips as she waits for the man to come to her. Everyone, who goes into hiding, peers at them with worry of her safety. 

Shortly after his threat, that man charges towards Samantha with his fist in the air, ready to hit her.

Samantha just stays still, as well as that dubious smirk. When that man is about to hit her, she flashes behind him and punches him exactly on his nape.

The man faints in an instant and falls on the ground face front, with a thud.

Samantha gasps and kicks the man's sides as she suppresses her urge to break his neck. Before her eyes change to red, she mindlinks Simon.

"What is it this time, My princess?" Simon mindlinks in return and asks before she can propose her order. "I'm busy."

Samantha snickers in a murderous tone. "As if I care. Call the police over. There's a situation here in the neighborhood. Remember, I want them to respond, ASAP."

"What's—"

"No more fucking questions!" Samantha roars and zooms in the darkness before the crowd can gather around her.

Samantha drops to her knees in the middle of that dark woods as she endures the ineffable and painful heat that envelopes all over her body. No ordinary weapon can make her feel such pain. Only fire.

The burns are torturing her like Hell, as if she is being soaked in the blazing mouth of the volcano. The feeling is excruciating, she can only hear her despair, her pounding heart that is suffering horribly in anguish.

Samantha hugs herself and wriggles as she feels like the heat of the invisible fire trails all over her arms. It is painful, an inexplicable torture. She has been holding back, and now that the situation is sustained, she can't hold it anymore.

She needs something to extinguish the fire that is inflicting her, or, no one can't bear to imagine what the consequences will be like if anger and desperation eat her up. Likewise, she will turn into someone that she herself can recognize.

Samantha crawls on the dirt ground and deliriously mumbles through gasping, "I- I need blood. I need blood. Blood. I want blood!!"

Samantha cries out a horrible shriek, causing the birds and other creatures of the dark forest into a disorderly flight.