The Nocturnals

Chapter five

I have never read a book with many pages as this one. Sure Mr. Peters gives me a promotion truthfully, because I never knew that he has this kind of books until today.

The story entails a fanciful, rollercoaster, romance life of a lady who lives with her father in a small town, before one day she met a man in a journey into the forest with her father, who's a hunter. The man isn't any typical human male, but a prince from another world, betrayed by his own very people, and was killed, but somehow, perhaps with fate, he comes back alive in this new world. And he now seeks for blood. Her blood is the most intoxicating to him, but he refrains himself from sucking her. In the adventure, she helped the man to regain the life he has lost and their love grew. At last, after every fights and odds, they come together and he marries her, after he's learned from her how to be a good person even with the blood-sucking spirit that still dwells in his heart. But that wasn't the end. They didn't have the sweet life most books I've read has, the girl in the book was killed by the enemies when they rebelled against them after the first war and...

As much as the story has gotten to an interesting section, I can't help but stop when I see that the sun has almost set in, making my eyes force themselves to adapt to the dim light, so I stand and make my way into the house. I will continue tomorrow.

I drop the book on the dining table when I pass by the room, and gait to father's workshop. I can't hear his voice, nor the sound of his machine as I was few minutes earlier. Entering the room with a creak from the door, I see that father has slept off under his machine. He must be very tired to sleep off under there, and when I see a...what did he name ilt? 

Spanner! My subconscious tells me. 

Yes, spanner. That is the name he calls the tools in his hand, which must mean he slept off while working. 

I approach him, "sleeping that way is very dangerous if you don't know, father." I put my hands across his shoulders, and drags him up, making him make an incoherent, murmuring sound that spells... sleep.

He wakes up half-consciously. "I need to try the tech-cart before I go to sleep, see if it will work this time." He completes with a yawn, his hair diffusing untamed across his forehead.

"Actually, tommorow is there. You can work then. Your cart is not going anywhere." I tell him and drape his arm over my shoulder, so that he can balance more as I walk him to his bedroom.

"You know, your mother used to do this to me when she was still alive. She would force me to go and sleep, while keeping me shut from protesting like you're doing." His voice is very low, and full of those appropriate emotions.

"Thanks for the reminder, but you've said this for more than a thousand times." I roll my eyes, trying not to let the pain sweeps me as well while I talk nonchalantly. I know he still misses mother very much. I doubt he will ever look at another woman the way he used to look at mother.

"And I will say it again and again, and again." 

I rest him down into his bed, which sinks down a bit from his hefty weight. Slowly he closes his eyes while still muttering, and doze off. I take one last look at him before I go to my room with the book in my hand, dropping it down on the drafts where I stock my books, I climb the bed, and take the sheets, using it to cover my body. My bed, being align with the wall of the room, where the window is formed, I look at the moon, shining into the room, lightening it up with bluish dim light. I rest back and go to sleep.

He runs, away from a large building. It resembles a castle. It is a castle. But not the typical ones. This kind is full of darkened construction, the whole perimeter looks eerie, able to scare any non-supernatural that might cross path with the place and make them have frightful nightmares for the rest of their lives. He dashes his way through, his speed neglecting air resistance, caused by gravity and get inside the woods. The town is just seconds run away for him. He can capture anyone he wants when the time comes as he has always done every night when the untamed takes over his self. He tries to fight against it, to turn down the urge but like every other night, he always fails.

He looks up at the sky to see that the moon has set in — no wonder why he feels like it's time. He can feel that same...things he's never been able to communicate with starts to take over his skin. It is like something is crawling up from within his skin, attempting to change his structure, bringing forth another adaptation. A deadly one at that.

His body bent, hair of his normalcy starting to become a bit of fur, growing on his back. He yells out to the night and let it control him, letting himself feeds from the urgency. It eventually came forward. Unleash. Untamed. Ready to feed.

And he takes off, running through the woods as he always does. The cold air cannot beat the kind his new structure is emitting. 

There is no sound of being in the town, nothing for even the most patient listener who tries to listen deeply into the night can hear except the sound of tiny insects. There are no birds, no humans, no living thing in sight... but there is a woman.

She's locking the door of her shop, her hand shaking from the fear that's gripped her so greatly that the keys kept falling from her quivering hands. She's fidgeting too much. She starts to remember the instructions; do not stay late outside, once the sun has set in every one's to be indoor, but here she is, outside. It wasn't her fault, she had slept off in her shop. 

She turns to her behind when she hears a sound, perhaps she thinks so. Perhaps not. She isn't sure, and that's why she must hurry up. A clattering sound and she feels as though her skin will jump off her body from the fright that overwhelms her, startling her. Once she has closed the door, she picks up a fast, half-run pace, her heart triumphing that she's almost escape, until from behind her she feels the air shift, itself fanning her hair that's been standing at the base of her neck for long.

Then, she catches the shadow of the Nocturnal coming for her. Now, she's seen how its shadow really looks like but will she be able to tell anyone? No, today's her last day. With fretful legs, shaking uncontrollably she turns to the beast only to release a shrill— when he says, "you stayed out late," —right before her throat was slashed.

I wake up, bolting up from the bed just to look out of the window to the field and deep into the far distanced woods. The forest, from my unclear view looks calm and steady. I search for the reason why I had woken up, I thought it was a sound...someone's?

Father? 

As soon as the thought of him comes to my mind, I jump off the bed and walks to his room. No, I think wrong. He's there sleeping, and snoring so loudly. I smack my forehead, before laughing to myself. I close back his door and move to the kitchen, where I pour myself a cup of water and drink it up.

From the kitchen's window, I look at the moon once again. It still shines highly in the sky, not ashamed to bring out its fine beauty. I hope someday, which won't be too long, I too will be free to carry on on my dreams. Live those lives. My mind spins to the beast, maybe or maybe not he's out there, killing another victim. Who knows? I take away all those thoughts and prepare to sleep.

The woman is dead, but she will wake again. When she does, she won't be herself. She won't be the person she was just minutes ago. He hates himself for doing this, but he really has no choice. He wish he hadn't been cursed from the beginning. A deep n****e mark is on the woman's neck where he had sucked her blood, and kept his venom which will awoke the woman to turn her into one like him, lately by the morning. She must be in his castle by then, so that she will not hurt herself or others. And mainly so that she can be calmed from killing him because now she will have to forget that she was once a human who has a family. She's to forget her husband and daughter.

He takes her frame to rest across his shoulder, and start to run again, flashing his way through any gravity obstacles. Within minutes, he gets to his castle once again and outside the tall building, looking dark from absence of lights from the inside and it seems as though even the moon refuses to shine brightly on it as it's lightening up the streets beyond the forest.

Seth comes into view, a steam line of blood is at one side of his mouth. He had just finished feeding as well. 

"Another victim, my king?" Seth asks...He. 

"Her name is Melissa, she has a daughter and a husband. She lives in Mulan town. When she awakes in the morning, tell her this. I might not be around for sometime. I need stay in the woods for...I do not know yet, Seth." He says, lowering his head.

"Take your time, my king. I'm certain she'll understand why you did this to her when she wakes up tomorrow—like the rest of us did." He nods his head to Seth's saying, knowing he's trying to make him feel better, and maybe it did a little bit.

He turns to the forest in front of him, and takes off in the lights of the night again, knowing that he wants something that will make him feel better — which he yearns for greatly at the moment —he needs to go and see her. And with that in mind, his beast in control, tamed back into that void since he finished the kill, but still he feels the urge to want to drink more blood, but he decide against it. One kill for one night is better than more, since his hunger for blood gets suppressed a bit, and now he has control. He, then, races to Kara's house.