The night of the fallen

The fallen of the night

After her discovery, Elize runs out of the apartment but none of the young people chase her, as if they knew that everything she would do next was useless.

He went to the first thing that came to mind, a police station. She asked to speak urgently with someone of importance and they took her to a separate place.

—What is your problem, young lady? —asked the police officer on duty with a rueful expression, as if he were sorry for what she was going to say next, perhaps that she was sexually assaulted, or that they had tried to kidnap her, but his voice changed completely when he began to listen to her.

"There is a young man who won't stop chasing me," she began.

—And do you have any idea about who this young man is? —asks the policeman.

—I don't know, he has red hair and says his name is Sasha, I don't really know the last name.

—It is normal for stalkers not to say their real names. Has he talked to you?

—Yes, I just left his apartment, even his brothers were there.

—Were you with someone who you feel is harassing you in his apartment and with his brothers?

—Yes, but we have no relationship. He has taken me there under deception.

The police officer tried to show empathy, after all, women sometimes found themselves in inopportune places and times, naively believing that nothing would happen to them. There had been cases where men who attacked women had invited them to their own apartments. It was not a novelty.

—Do you remember the address where you just left?

She nods her head.

—Well, we will proceed to transfer you to a female officer, who will take your information and we will try to establish a distance by law, which if you fail to comply, then you will go to prison.

She raised her head quickly, thinking that this would finish all her males.

Until the next day, an officer approached her home, and her father called her.

—Did you file a complaint, Elize?

—Yes, but don't worry, it's already solved.

"Actually..." interrupted the officer who had the complaint in hand.

—The apartment you described is not rented nor do young people live there as you described, perhaps they made you believe that they lived there but they did not, so the report could not be filed, what you can do is go back to the police station and give . Information, perhaps I could do a spoken story about the young man you mentioned.

"Thank you officer, I will do it," she said and took the rejected complaint and packed it in her hands once inside her house.

"Is someone harassing you, Elize?" —his father insisted.

—I thought so, but maybe I was thinking wrong.

—Is that the boy from the other time? The redhead?

She tried to say yes, but something in her told her that it really wouldn't be the last time she would see him, and she didn't want to get her father in trouble.

—No, it was another guy, but then I will return to the station and give more information.

—Are you okay, Elize? We hadn't told each other about this...

—It happened very quickly.

—And if you were afraid again, would you tell us?

—Yes dad, don't worry.

He said smiling finally and going up the stairs to search the internet for someone similar. The brothers were no older than their age, it was impossible for them not to be on some social network. However, there was no trace, and if there was, he would not find it. They may have anonymous accounts or they may be invisible on the internet, and although he searched among his young followers for someone suspicious, he found many suspicious people, but none who would tell him something different like the one the brothers had told him. So he left, and went back to the apartment where he had run out the last time.

The elevator opened with a freedom that made it impossible for the police not to have found them, but apparently, they knew everything she was going to do the night she left there.

"Look who's here," Ezra exclaimed. "The young woman who felt harassed by us." Did you bring your police friends? The truth is that I am very hungry.

"Ezra, behave," the young blonde, Enzo, ordered. "Anyway, Elize, you should know that you can't do that kind of thing." It only endangers whoever you tell.

So is it true? Is it true that you are vampires? —she asked again.

Sasha appears at his side.

—I told you that we didn't like that question, it's even funny.

"But you kill people," he said in a low voice.

"Stop being afraid," Sasha told him. "We won't hurt you."

—And why should I believe what you say?

"Because if we had wanted to hurt or harm a human, the police officers you brought, and you, wouldn't be alive right now," Ezra snapped. "Anyway, it's Sasha's fault, he's the one who decided not to tell her sooner and He made up all that nonsense that we came from the future. The cure for cancer, really?

—I couldn't scare her, it was a delicate moment for her.

It was all insane, and they were monsters that his understanding and logic didn't exactly understand, but he was grateful inwardly that he wasn't so hostile when he talked about their suicide attempts. And that was the only thing that made her maybe not run away from the place.

—But the cure for cancer, brother, is it serious? —Enzo laughed.

—Isn't it something similar? Isn't it like cancer? What we have is not so good if she is so important to us.

"It's not important," Ezra snapped. "At least not to me." I don't want to be mortal. That is the difference between a mortal illness and ours, that immortality is not slow and painful as it is for the things of mortals.

—What if they are happy to be mortal because they need something like a cure for it? —Elize butted in.

—Don't listen to Ezra. “Not all vampires want to be one,” Sasha explained.

"In that, my red-haired brother is right," Enzo commented. "You see, Elize, the world of the immortals is like yours." Not everyone thinks they are privileged to be immortal, not everyone chose it. And vampires who seek to leave this world do so in archaic and disastrous ways.

—How disastrous? —Elize asked fearfully.

—They dismember them, burn them and accuse them of sacrilege. "That's what happens to us if we choose to stop being us," Ezra said from afar.

She casts her eyes to the ground thoughtfully.

—You can't force anyone to live.

"That's why you're here, dear," Enzo said.

“We knew you would agree with our cause,” Sasha explained.

—Actually it was a random matter. We didn't know that you didn't have much appreciation for life either when we learned that you were the one who had the cure in your blood. That's why we chose you, not because we cared if you died, but because if you died, the cure died with you—Ezra interrupted.

—Don't be an i***t. His personal things have nothing to do with it being the cure, plus humans are fragile, he needs protection anyway—Sasha snapped.

"You'll see..." Enzo tries to say. My brother has remained in previous centuries when it comes to respect, and he is being cruel. The events and decisions of your life have not guided us to choose to care for you. We did it because you're mortal anyway as far as we know, and we can't put you in danger if anyone else finds out that there might be something as important as the cure in you.

"But if you still leave this place throwing the brat tantrums you did last time, maybe I don't care what you are," Ezra said, looking at her intently.

"I wouldn't do anything if I knew it could end the suffering of some," said Elize. Sasha takes her shoulder and stands in front of her.

—Nothing will happen to you, but you must want to help us, because if not, it makes no sense.

—And to help you should I sacrifice myself? I mean, give them all my blood or something like that, right?

—We are not in the fourteenth century, dear, of course not. For the moment we will only ask that you remain silent and be sympathetic to our cause.

"I understand," she said doubtfully. "If that's the reason, I guess I don't have any problem."

"But I must tell you something, and listen to me carefully," Enzo said, looking at her intently. "Never, ever, let a vampire drink from you."

She nodded her head, not knowing that this would actually be the problem that would become her dilemma.