Silas runs as fast as he can because it literally depends on his life. If he fails, he will be sucked dry like that guy.
Just thinking about it sends cold sweat through him, and his heart pounds madly, and his lungs burn so hard. He keeps telling himself to run, no matter what.
RUN!
He ran so fast that he caught people's attention; some of them were staring at him like he was a madman. Some of them were wondering if he's high. High on drugs.
Silas tried carefully not to bump into a couple of people, and he twisted his sides to avoid touching them.
His mind wasn't running normally; his entire thought process turned into pure fear and panic mode. He jumped over one of the small board signs. A yellow sign reads, 'Try pizza.'
Silas turns the corner, and his chest heaves like he can't catch his breath, and his legs ache with pain. He sighed deeply, and he wiped the sweat from his face.
His entire body trembled with adrenaline and fear, and a small relief passed through him knowing he got away. He couldn't believe what he had witnessed.
He wondered if he was having a hallucination.
V—Vampires are real. They are real.
It's so crazy just thinking about it.
He couldn't get excited about it, but another shot of cold dread runs through him. According to movies, stories, and novels, they have fast speed and strength like gods. How can that woman walk in the daylight?
Shouldn't they turn into ashes when they are under the sun?
He doesn't know how much the myth contains some truths and falsehoods.
He needs to get home and maybe find some garlic or a fucking stake. If it's true about vampires that they can't enter homes without permission, he needs to leave now.
TO GET HOME NOW.
He looked behind him, only seeing more bunches of people. His heart continued racing, but a strong relief almost made him dizzy. His legs, arms, and the rest of his body felt shaky, like he couldn't stand anymore.
He looked at every corner of the street, but he didn't see her. Maybe she thinks he's insignificant, not someone worth chasing down.
Besides, she probably won't chase him down with all the people around him. It's best to stay in public, and he started running again, and his lungs burned again.
He passed an old lady with hunched shoulders, and her eyes widened at him, and he said to her with a forced smile, "Excuse me."
Then he ran past her, leaving her far in the dust. The old lady shakes her head, thinking that young people have so much energy these days.
As he started to get home, he saw his red house that looked more like a broken-down shack with grasses growing high in the front yard. As he walks toward the door, the tall grass reaches his ankles, and it looks uneven and shaped like wild grass.
Silas reached up the steps, and he opened the door, and he walked into the living where he saw his mother sleeping on the couch, passed out cold. Silas could feel his heart slowing down, but it slowly turned with disappointment.
He loves his mom, but she's really hard to deal with some days. It's a horrible thing to say, but sometimes he wished he didn't live with her, only being reminded that she loves to drink more than her own son.
She began to wake up, and her groggy eyes opened, and she waved at him all over the place, which shows she's completely out of it. She groaned when she rubbed her back, "Man, my back."
Silas rolled his eyes at her, and he continued breathing heavily. His chest rises up and down.
His mom must have seen something off with him, and she finally turned to him, and she asked with a frown, "What's wrong with you?"
Silas wanted to spill everything he saw a while ago, but his lips were tied like a stuck glue, and he could feel his heart tightening again. If he tells her, would she believe him?
Or would she care?
Silas swallowed hard and almost felt sick in his stomach, and he forced a smile at her. "Nothing."
She slowly rises to her feet, and the bottles on the couch have fallen to the floor. It crashed with a loud noise as it broke into pieces across the floor. There was liquid all over, and he could smell a bitter, strong odor in the air.
He gave her a bitter smile, and he said with a shake of his head, "I'm going to my room."
She needs to clean up her own mess. After all, she wants to drink all the time, so she needs to be responsible for her own actions.
He ignored her startled cry and her cursing in the room, "Damn it. Silas, don't walk away from me."
He continued walking up the stairs and headed toward his room. Once he got past the door and locked it, he started to feel hot all over from running a long time.
He could feel sweat forming under his armpits and back. He went to pull off his shirt and went to the bed.
He collapsed on the bed with his face forward, and his face hit the soft, cozy pillows. His chest finally calms down, but the shakiness through his limbs wouldn't go away.
He felt extremely tired; it had been a long day. A long one.
He ran his fingers through his hair, and he could feel the cold sweat, and behind his black eyes, he could see the scene again. The blood. The beautiful woman in the red dress. Seeing her sharp fangs.
It was a complete nightmare.
No, it was more like seeing a gruesome scene from hell.
With soreness through his body and exhaustion in every bone in him, he slowly, like an old man, rose to his knees, and he looked at the clean, clear mirror on his wall.
His chest started to pound, and the same woman from before was here.
HERE IN HIS BEDROOM.