Bloody Twilight

felt damp sweaty and I was sure sticky. The air around me was cool. Something was covering my body; I could only feel the

overing me was covering my toes as well. Then I heard something, ‘what was that?’ It was a rattling sound. I stopped trying to move but my heartbeat quickened. Next I heard a thump, then the sound of footsteps. The rattling sound of the rain against the glass was s

rew in a long shaky breath, my heart was racing. There was darkness all around me, 'where I'm I?' I rubbed the back of my hands against my eyes and then the fluttering light from a candle lighted up from behind me. Instinctively I looked behind me; two blurry f

in that struck against the glass. I was alone, I always was. Sometimes Leya woul

was also the only one who ever showed any actual emotion. She was thirteen yet

s of the glass. I was thinking about who I was before my impurification. I remembered some of it very vividly, the pain, the numbness, the pungent smell of unknown chemicals and medicines t

cold and silent except for the frequent rumbling of thunder and the ticking of the small clock that hung loosely a

nd I couldn't help but feel envious of him; why would death pick him over me? My cancer had spread far beyond his own yet he died first. It was

ad decided to do just the same. The moment the lights in the ward went out, I had said my final prayers; begging God

ng. It was a rather torturous state and the thought that I had made a mistake crossed my chaotic mind. I had almost started to reach for the cord that was dang

death felt like, then I was more than glad to die. I had let a small smile creep its way onto my face. And as I was finally be

stood at the door frame. The boy, or should I say young man, could have been six feet five, for all I knew, with a lean build. He always wore big trousers and nothing more than a white tank top—or

htest trace of care. Unlike Leya who always seemed concerned abou

bly. If by good I meant gawking through the open windo

tare. She once stopped, spotting me and met my gaze. I had expected her to turn away and jog off, but instead, she waved and s

jog, I was careful not to let her see me stalk her jog past the street every morning. And toda

med me up. The feeling spark

them talk and laugh from the parlour below. The rough voice, I had identified to Jereum, had just made a joke about dumping Leya in

et them?" I asked b

lowly lighted figures of

n see them dow

ad just grown a horn. But I was sure he already knew the an

like my hearing has dialled up." He looked at me expectantly as if wanting to hear more. And that wasn't all to it, I could hear ants cr

as how I figured out that there were four others in the house. I would also be able to see much more bluish-whitish figures of furniture like the sharp edges of the table downstairs. At fi

Is that all

dgingly. "Sometimes I start to s

walls," He said,

in outside was settling, but a few white flashes of lightning

sure that there was nothing more to it. I shook my

make me feel in anyway better or proud. His

an do it?" I sounded nervous but his expression did not

elves. If this is the part when he nods to me an closes the door again—as he had been doing for the past two

rled upwards, the combo of the shadow on his face with the smile made him l

that he was stung by my omniscience. He moved his lips as if to sa

ld hear them call e

of finishing each other's sentences,

at he said but I wasn't going to take any chances. I had alrea

ched the end of the corridor—Jhan's loud steps against the floor boards thumping behind me—and started down the poorly lit stairwell. A bulb attached to the walls, behind yellow decorated glass, poorly il

nning of the stairs and looked into the parlour. Three vampires stood behind the short black table. Leya, who had been secretly keeping me company in my room for the past months, did well to feign surprise. A low hanging chandelier was the only sou

he wore—I had always imagined her in girlie dresses. Jereum, who was almost the height of Jhan, was now eyeing me carefully. His unkempt black hair—that was no darker than his gaze—looked as if it hadn't been combed for ages. I looked straight into hi

ing as well. Jereum just continued his hate glower and I was sure

wasn't expecting a whole introduction but I was fine if it meant I would

aldar. I'm sure you knew of hi

d to accept the cruelty of con

eya in the most excited voice she could mus

k at her, but failed. Nobody said anything else and apart from Tia's wide grin the only other thing

ur clan and so he doesn't know anything about o

ered. I couldn't understand how someone

female, telling me that I may live up to two decades by the yea

hree but I was impurified when I was twenty-two, and I'm y

f that was what it took to get some fair tr

nd this one here"—he roughly patted Leya on the head—"Is Leya, she's thirteen and she's an Abnormal." He said the word with a sneer so intense it was as if he wore talking about a dirty stray,

ow brushing away stray strands of hair from her face with a finge

new blood." And I knew what Jhan was about to say before he even said it, the excitement in his voice

and Jereum's face was contorted with an entanglement of confusion and hate. The only people in the room that seemed e