Enchanted by a vampire

What a dangerous game

Jeez, didn't you look in the mirror?"

".."

I picked up my phone and opened the camera. Sure enough, my face was swollen. I looked more like a panda than a zombie. I went to my room and changed out of my dress into a more comfortable one.

I lay on my bed and was about to log into my f*******: account when a call came in. My phone's screen flashed as "Dearest" was boldly written on it. I abruptly stood up and pulled my blanket off my body

I had completely forgotten I had a boyfriend, we were almost engaged in fact. How tf did I forget about such a thing? There I was, thinking about another man when I had a boyfriend. What a dangerous game

I connected the call " Hello" I replied in my groggy voice

"Hey love, did I wake you up?" Mason's voice sounded over the phone. His voice was not too deep, it rather had a calm and soothing tone

"No, I woke up a while ago" I replied, feeling guilty. Mason was a nice guy. I couldn't be more grateful to God for bringing him my way. He wasn't exceptionally wealthy, but he always tried to fulfil his part

Mason and I started dating a year and a half back. He is so understanding, so understanding that I felt I've done a good deed in my past life to have met such a man. He would never force me into doing things I didn't want to.

"I just called to check up on you. I'll drop by your house later. I love you"

"I love you too" I disconnected the call

I grabbed my tote bag and set to go to a*****e to get the foodstuffs needed in the kitchen. The store was just down the street. The thoughts of where my father could be surfaced in my mind. Harry and I grew up with only our mother present. She would usually tell us how pathetic her life has been ever since she met my father

She was an alcoholic and usually result to violence whenever things didn't go her way.

I recollected the scene that forced me to run away from her, with my little brother.

We were in the living room. Harry curled this thin little body on the wooden couch out of cold and hunger, while I searched the house for whatever food there was, even if it was a loaf of bread.

I heard the old rusty door squeak open. I left the kitchen to the living room. I saw my mother drag her body into the house. She reeked of alcohol. Dried leaves and dust were all over her dishevelled hair, her supposedly white dress was brown and she had no footwear on her feet

Her face was droopy and her mouth hung open. She looked like she was struggling to keep her eyes open. I ran to Harry and told him to go behind the couch so he won't fall victim to my mum's violence

"Elsie, give me all the money you have. I need to get a drink or two" She moved closer to me

I stepped back out of fear and replied "M.. Mum, I don't have any money" My hands and feet trembled. I could hear the sniffs and sobs of my little brother

My mum abruptly grabbed me by the hair "I regret ever meeting your father. I regret ever giving birth to you. Give me the damn money! " Not caring that I was just a little over eight years, she threw me across the living room in a fit of rage

I cried my little eyes out. It hurt so bad. The wounds she previously inflicted on my body hadn't healed. My mum sighted my little brother at the back of the couch

"Hey you. Where does your sister keep her money?" My mother grabbed his hands tightly and held him up. He cried loudly. I ran to them and snatched my brother away from her

I held him by the hand and ran out of the house. I could hear my mother screaming and chasing after us in her drunken state. She couldn't run as fast because of the effect of the alcohol on her. And that was how I left my mother's house

Tears were threatening to fall out of my eyes as I recollected that scene. I sniffed and stuffed the tears back in. That was a long time ago, I swore never to let it get to me

The atmosphere was a little windy. The sky became tar-black and the clouds scuddled like huge cotton candies. Lightening soon began to roar like lions. It didn't take me much to realize that it was about to pour. The periodic lightning expressed the cloud's thoughts. I ran under a shade and used my hands to shield myself a little, the chilly air gave me goosebumps

After I got under the shade, it began to pour. A steady drizzle of raindrops fell from the sky.

"Maybe I need this to cool off," I said to myself as I listened to the pitter-patter of the rain. Something about rain has me more relaxed and secure. I enjoyed every bit of it, the cool air and the smell of wet soil. I was in no hurry for the cloud to vanish.

I looked afar and sighted a familiar face. The man from the previous night! He was tall, very tall. He was dressed in a long black coat and black shoes. His hair was tied up into a bun. He was heading towards a car with an umbrella over his head. His gait alone was enough to sweep me off my feet

His expression was stern. His left hand was in his pocket while his right hand held the umbrella. I forgot how to breathe for a moment there. He soon reached his car and drove off. My eyes trailed his car until it got out of sight

Soon, the rain stopped its outpour and I went to the store.

Third person's POV

Damien had gone to visit a friend of his when the rain began to pour. He waited for a while for the rain to cease, but s it didn't. He borrowed an umbrella from his friend and entered the rain. He took only two steps into the rain and felt a pull to something or someone

Damien ignored the force, but as he advanced to his car, the force only hit stronger. It felt like something was pulling him closer. He hasn't felt that way before. He brushed it off, entered his car and drove off. As he went away from that place, the force diminished to nothing

ELSIE'S POV

I got home and unloaded the foodstuffs into the kitchen. Saturdays were usually my rest days. I do nothing other than laze around and sleep my way through the day. Harry wasn't home, he probably went to his friend, Jake.

I changed into my flip-flops and turned the TV on. The news channel popped up first

"Thirty-five deaths were reported yesterday in Tcun's city. The natality rate seems to be increasing daily. What is happening to this city? What or who could be the cause of these dreadful murders? What could be more strange than discovering that more than half of these deaths were suicides? Investigation has been going on, but all traces had been leading to nothing"

The image of some of the corpses displayed on the screen. I immediately switched the TV when I saw the horrendous sight. The first picture that popped up was that of a young man, the bones on his arms protruded out of his flesh and his legs were broken backwards. His lifeless hands held the knife that sunk into his belly

I frowned at the news on the TV. For more than two years, reports of death have been increasing rapidly. I looked around the house and noticed that Harry wasn't around. I just hoped he was safe

I jolted on the couch when I heard a loud knock on the door. C.... Could that be one of the murderers?