Behind The Masks Of Blood ;hes;

chapter 10

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                            [Bella] :                

                            Once I was done with my preys I wandered around the area for some kind of sink. I wanted to get rid of the blood smell badly since it's disgusting.

                            Thankfully I spotted a sink away from the dead bodies. I ran to it quickly washing away the blood as the house erupted with music. I smiled feeling the urgency to go in and have a shot of vodka since I got used to it. Not like it would give me any good vibes but it will sure keep me company instead of my thoughts.

                            I entered into the house as a small kid or maybe a short adult approached me with shots on a tray. I shot him a small smile as I take the small cup. Making my way to take a seat to see two hormonal teenagers sucking their faces off.

                            I nudged the guy as he looked up at me almost breathless reminding me of the two couple I just killed. A hit of guilt rushed into my system as I feel pained.

                            “What ?” The man annoyingly said. He was fazed by my presence and I was even fazed by his. Before I can answer I averted drinking the beverage on my hand quickly to get strength and not back off like a frightened rat.

                            “Give some space. I want to sit.” I told him with bored expression to show him how impatient I was. He glared at me for few seconds and I glared back finding the ability to not look away from his intense gaze.

                            “C'mon babe we better find another place where there is no annoying people.” He told her, pointing indirectly at me while mentioning the annoying people. I just rolled my eyes as I see them stumbling to some room in the corner.

                            “Pretty girl, alone here ?” A manly voice said from behind me. I caught no accent which made me look at the american guy that just sat down beside me.

                            “S'up ?” I said. It sound more like a whisper since I was not that talkative girl or someone who can pull up a whole conversation with.

                            “American or british ?”

                                 “Brican.” I said and he giggle as if I said joke which I was sure as hell I was not. But his giggle was so cute that made me smile.

                            “I am Ian.” The man extended his hand to handshake me as I looked at his hand and smiled. He was not drunk neither tried to really flirt or touch me in an inappropriate ways.

                            “Bella.” I shook his hand slowly looking on his eyes. Suddenly I felt myself penetrate the circle of his thinking which caused him to freeze in his place. The more I starred at him the more I felt dizzy. I never done this and I was not accustomed to it.

                            “You are gay!” I said loudly as he snapped back to reality. His hand covered my mouth to shut me up and I continued to murmure that he is gay under his large hand.