Aside from the sharp pain flowing through my nerves, a killer headache, a sore throat, and gouged toes, I was doing fine.
This guy forced me to accompany him. My phone had died instead of me, and so did my glasses.
Well, I didn't need glasses for my eyesight.
But I wasn't born with night vision. No human was. So with or without glasses, I couldn't see in the dark like this.
So, following him was my only available option.
Just a few months ago, life used to be so accustomed. A small town, trouble-free school days with the friends I knew like the back of my hand. Not even a slight thought of blood-suckers would have crossed my mind.
Like seriously. Blood is our life essence, I get that. But thinking a human-like creature exists and drinks blood like water? I wasn't a fangirl or an artist.
But, look at me! I freaking got bitten by a vampire and was about to die only an hour ago.
I wasn't going to die later on, right? A vampire bite wasn't like a snake bite, was it?
We'd been walking for almost an hour. I tripped only 20-30 times till now.
I was losing patience. "Where are we going?" I asked.
"You'll see when we get there," He replied.
He wasn't as rude and menacing as his friend, but the cold aura was there. His hair was white, matching his pale demeanor. He could be called Elsa's twin.
Vampires were supposed to be cold, as far as I knew. They don't have blood in their body according to 50% mythology. The rest of the 50% say that they do. But judging the dead, cold touch I had received, they more likely didn't have blood.
And girls admired these sorts of dead creatures; cold, handsome, and dead creatures. Weird.
It was around 5, maybe.
If I get out of this alive and the sun comes out anytime in the future, I'm going to write something about 'being abducted by a vampire under the sun.' It'll sound interesting, I think.
Who was I kidding? I was going insane for sure. My mind was running wild, and I didn't know what to do.
After a few more minutes of walking, a house came into view. It wasn't enormous, but it wasn't small either.
The guy was walking monotonously. "Did you bring me here to show more dead bodies?" I asked. He looked at me. I couldn't see him clearly, but his face seemed inexpressive.
"You're almost as annoying as Amias," he said. I could tell he was annoyed.
He compared me to a stranger who almost murdered me.
Extra points for equal rights about being annoying.
He walked inside the house, and I stood outside, thinking whether or not to go inside.
It was foolish to follow a stranger into a house. It was also pointless to stand outside in the middle of nowhere.
I'd end up dead either way.
I walked inside, and a soft smell hit my nostrils. It was warmer too.
The interior was nothing like what I had expected. I was expecting dead bodies. So that's that.
It was the same as any other house on the street. Except that it was far away from any street.
"Seren?" He called out, and his voice echoed through the house.
A head popped out from the door to the left, surprising me.
"Hey, Syly," She said, looking at him.
Syly? Silly? That was a name?
He looked at her, and I still couldn't spot any emotion. "I brought you a friend," he said, pointing at me with his thumb, and walked away.
What was I? A pet?
The girl turned towards me. She studied me for a moment, and her face lit up.
"Who found her?" She asked loudly.
"Amias," the answer came from the other room. Her smile grew wide, and she approached me.
She dragged me inside, which I think was the living room. She plopped down on the sofa and placed me beside her.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Lyra," I answered quietly.
"I'm Serenity, but most call me Seren. By most, I mean Syly and Amias."
She was smiling the whole time. What was such a nice being doing with such cold creatures?
"It had been ages since I met someone like myself," she said. I looked at her. She was probably a human, too.
My eyes landed on hers. Our eye color was identical except for the fact that hers were more golden than purple.
"Seren, don't confuse her," Silly said, appearing out of thin air.
"I'll handle that," she said. "Can you bring us drinks, though?" He walked away without answering.
"Is his name Silly for real?" I couldn't help asking. Seren looked at me like she was calculating what I said.
"Oh, no," she said. "It's not his name. He'll kill you if you call him Syly," she mumbled.
"His name is Sylvester," she added.
I might have ended up dead because of the assumptions that I made.
"How old are you?" she asked.
"I'm 20," I answered.
"120?" I stared at her, thinking if it was a question or an answer.
"220?" She asked again.
"Um, I-"
"Here's your drink," Sylvester placed two glasses on the table in front of us.
"Thanks, Syly," Seren said and handed me a glass. I couldn't guess what it was. It didn't look like tea or coffee or blood.
"You know, Lyra here is older than Cas," Seren said to Sylvester, who sat on the armchair near the table.
He stared at her with raised eyebrows.
I didn't know who Cas was. Maybe another friend of theirs.
I took a sip of the drink in my hands and regretted it instantly.
It was an extra bitter version of coffee, I presumed. The thick liquid refused to go down my throat, and I couldn't spit it out either.
I gulped it down forcefully and kept the glass back on the table.
Sylvester was looking at me. "How old are you?" he asked.
"I- am 20," I choked out.
He turned to Seren. "I think she meant 20 with no 100s." She looked at Sylvester and then at me.
Did I look so old? 120 or 220? Did a few months in college make me age a hundred years?
"Oh my! You must be so confused!" she exclaimed. Confused wasn't the right word. I was scared. Nervous. Curious.
I was in a house with strangers, and my phone was dead. I wanted to go home.
But that didn't seem like an option unless someone helped me out.
"Amias! AmiAAS!" Seren screamed her lungs out, making me jump.
"Calm down, Seren. You'll disturb everyone," Sylvester said monotonously. There wasn't any house nearby. At least I didn't see any. So, there were probably more people in this house.
"He heard me, right?" She asked, and he shrugged. I was in bewilderment.
I felt like a child who failed to understand what the elders were saying. That's a natural feeling, though.
"I think I should get back to my dorm," I said. Both heads turned to me. "Nonsense! Don't you like this place?" Seren asked me.
It was a tricky question.
I couldn't say it wasn't a nice place. It was a decent house.
Moreover, they lived here.
I couldn't say I liked it here. This place wasn't familiar to me and was making me nervous.
"I- I have classes in the morning- tomorrow. I have to prepare. Can I leave?" I asked, looking from Seren to Sylvester.
He turned the TV on instead of answering, somewhat ignoring me completely.
"The situation went out of hand when she killed 19 of her classmates. Her roommate has also been missing in the middle of the night. The authority has confirmed-" The statical voice played through the room.
The news was on the run with a picture of Hannah stuck to the screen.
"The principal and authority have announced to close all classes until the situation is under control."
"Moreover, the new announcement of the western region confirms that they have been going through similar-"
He turned it off.
"Looks like you have no classes."
They announced me missing. My roommate killed 19 people. I can only imagine what Dad was going through.
Seren looked at me with a wide smile. "You'll fit in with us in no time!"
I looked at her. I had no idea what was going on in the town or with me. But I knew I wasn't getting out of it anytime soon. Not without help, if I repeat.
Might as well clear things up one step at a time."Can I get a charger, please?"