The Lost Tribrid: The Darkness Within Me [Complete]✓

59. Runaway Tribrid

Glaring down at the minuscule world underneath him that he believed was so large, it appeared to just be more modest than it showed up. Seeing vehicles pass through the dull night loaded up with multiple of various tones projected by street lights.

The illumination of the vehicle back and front falsehoods, driving in the city to get to their area. There's light from the loft, homes and building rooms displayed through the sky. Apparently equivalent to in the event that you were high up in a penthouse glaring through a colossal window.

Seeing life down beneath from you and the sight puts a smile on your face. However, it's hindered by the noisy hints of blaring vehicles or skid marks made on the streets as vehicles speeding and hitting hard corners like this is a race.

However that's as much as you'd have the option to hear as a human with youthful hearing. Presently he can hear to the extent that the world stretches.

Chimes of corner stores when the entryway opens and closes. He can hear the music playing in somebody's headphones as they're strolling down the road. Hints of woofing from canines that are not even close to him.

Alarms by the residents' watches or the ringing of somebody's calls. The boisterous sound of the clubs that are miles from him.

Maybe people can't possess a scent like he can. Large number of people stroll around, ride bicycles, run or drive in vehicles. Everybody has their own smell. There's ladies who are dressed to party and their fragrance is so striking.

Same for men who are accomading the ladies and suffocated in cologne contrasted with his aroma. Numerous hair items smoldering the hair with it's lively smell.

The sweat-soaked, smelly and sharp smell of the people who exercise late around evening time. Food that is unwrapped and opened. He can smell the vapor of pizza that make his head hurt.

Be that as it may, chiefly he can smell the blood from somebody who's being jumped by a close by dumpster. He can hear so many heart beats pulsating immediately. All with various rhythms. His brain has no spot to rest.

The world is everything except peaceful as he's had multiple times to learn. It's everything except completely dark as it's nothing of the sort. It's no such thing however still as there seems to be continuously something moving.

He can see everybody, except however high as he may be, nobody could at any point see him. What are the possibilities of somebody turning upward on top of a high rise to observe an eighteen-year-old child glaring down, taking a gander at everybody?

Slightly to none.

Regardless of how active his mind has been, and the inability to put it to rest, he's found room to think of his own issues.

Blood Lust. It seems to find room in his mind every second of the day. Every second of the day, he smells blood, he hears thumping hearts, he can only imagine how it feels to drain someone of every drop of blood they have.

To quench his thirst with no regret of ending the life of another. Blood has been his focus as so the strong desire for sex. His needs are becoming unfilled each day that goes by. He's never completely satisfied.

Even then, there's that tiny space in his brain that allows him to think freely. Think as a regular person and not a hungry, starving tribrid.

Thinking back to the day he drained Camilla, he couldn't stay with her for more than two hours. He's slept before, but he couldn't this time.

When he shut his eyes, he only saw the terrifying image of himself standing in front of thousands of bodies that he's fed on and killed. Their blood was evident as it trickled down his chin and he licked it away so evilly.