Sunset

Adrian’s pov

My grey eyes widened as I stared at the mess on the floor of the gorgeous living room.

“mum” I called out rushing towards her body as tears welled up in my eyes. I stared at her chest as blood oozed out. She was staked.

‘She had been staked’ I thought as I held onto her petite body as a tear slipped from my right eye. Her body was cold and her pretty face was pale, I tried to listen if she was still breathing but no sound not even a whimper could be heard. She had died on a beautiful cold morning that had suddenly turned ugly.

My body felt numb for a second the moment my eyes landed on my father’s body. The blood oozing out from his chest had reduced but with the look of things, there was no hope whatsoever.

I let out a small whimper as I stood up weakly staggering to his side. I clung onto his body when I finally got to his side, the tears I had been trying to suppress flowed out freely as my chest heaved repeatedly. He had been betrayed by his most trusted friend and business partner.

Earlier this morning, mum had suggested to dad not to let ‘The dark dragon’ into our house all because she had a bad feeling about his unexpected visit but dad being dad had waved it off as her feeling ill.

My eyes caught a sharp drawing on the floor that was drawn with blood. ‘D’ was boldly written with the use of blood. My parent’s blood.

I gritted my teeth angrily at the fact that I couldn’t hurt him back. The dark dragon is dad’s closest friend right since college and to be honest the turn of event between the both of them took me by surprise. I still find it hard to believe that he murdered dad because of a container worth of ten million naira.

“I’m sorry Adrian but you have to leave” His cold voice boomed in the silent room bringing me out of my thought.

“What can I say” I replied when I finally found my voice. My voice was low and pained.

I’m gonna send you to California, money matter’s already settled, I hope you spend it wisely” he said emphasizing on the ‘wisely’.

I only nodded, there was no use in staying here after all mum was dead. She was the apple of my eyes, I wish I was there with her when it happened, even if it was going to be her last moment.

A tear escaped my left eye and without any other word spoken, I walked up to my room shutting the door close behind me. The emotions I had been holding within me came out in a rush as I slumped down and cried my eyes out.

My phone dinged making me look up to see who the message was from, it was from Gretchen my girlfriend and she was breaking up with me.

Am I that low that she decided to dump me over a text?

I walked to my bed weakly and cuddled myself to sleep.

_ _ _ _ _

I woke up with a throbbing headache that had me flying to the kitchen for aspirin. I gulped down the water I had after the aspirin had been used. I sighed for the tenth time at the relieve I got after using the…

“hey” I heard his voice from behind, turning around I found Ryan leaning against the wall and staring at me.

“I’m still kind of shocked at the fact that we’re orphan’s now” I replied -after a prolonged silence between the both if us- dropping the glass cup in my hand on the kitchen slab.

“I know how u feel and that’s the reason I want you to leave for California.” He stated with a hint of sympathetic look on his face but it was gone in a flash just as it came. His face was now masked with total coldness that I was quite familiar with.

“and besides you would be safe over there” he added his face void of any emotion.

I heaved a sigh before talking.

“I think..” I was saying but before I could finish telling him what I thought of his suggestion his phone rang, he mouthed the words slowly, “I’ll be back” before he left the room.

I sighed heavily after he left, I know he was partially doing this because he wanted to be the drug lord even though he really wanted me to be safe but it still feels wrong.

“You have to leave now” I heard Ryan’s voice, the moment I sighted him panic was written all over his face.

“What do you mean” I asked a concerned look on my face.

“Just go, we’re under an att…” he was cut off his sentence by the sounds of gunshot heading towards our direction.

I rushed upstairs as I packed my suitcase throwing clothes into it randomly. Nina, my personal bodyguard walked in with two escorts behind her. They were all wearing black suits.

“We’re under an attack sir, we need to leave NOW” she said her voice hushed – after bowing her head to me in respect.

“Get my private jet ready” I ordered as the other two escorts she had bought sprang to action.

We walked upstairs trying to make our way to the rooftop as fast as possible. I was in too much hurry that I mistakenly missed a step. I tripped but Nina was fast to hold me before I fell.

We got to the rooftop in a jiffy and after my load has been packed into the jet, I turned to look at Nina for the last time as she bowed alongside her escorts.

“Nina, stay with Ryan during the fight, don’t let him out of your sight, okay?” I ordered as she stared in utter confusion.

“Sir, I am to fol…” she was about saying when I caught her off. Gunshots could be heard really close to us now.

“Stay” I barked before getting into the jet ordering the pilot to take off.

Nina looked like she wanted to argue with me but she just sighed and bowed respectfully alongside her escorts again.

As the jet took off, my mind wandered where Ryan could possibly be.

- - - - - - - - - -

I got to California earlier than I thought. The mansion I was too stay in was as quiet as a graveyard unlike at home where escorts and maids would be swimming all around you. It was just three pm.

‘It won’t be bad to go sightseeing’ I thought

After having a refreshing bath, I wore a black ripped jean, a black shirt and my white Nike sneakers.

I exited my house after having two bags of blood. I walked around monitoring every corner of California including the forest. I was about leaving the forest to the club part of California but a very deep groan made me stop on my track as the smell of blood hit me. Seems like someone is injured, as much as I would love to turn a deaf hear to that groan but my mind took control and I find myself sniffing towards the direction the blood was coming from.

As I got closer to the blood scent, my fangs were threatening to come out, I managed to pull myself together. The moment I sighted the owner of the blood, I felt really bad for him. He was badly injured and he looked like someone who had been giving a really bad beating. His skin was badly scratched with what looks like a werewolf’s claw. He looked scary, lifeless and pitiful.

“Help”

TBC…

So what do you guys think??

A/N

Yay

I can’t believe my book is finally published, I feel really happy. I typed this chapter during school hours with the ‘I’m so happy’ feeling I got.

Let’s hope for chapter two to come earlier though, I’m so occupied with assignments.

xoxo