" Abhay! " It was Chand, who called him, as he entered from the main door. He sipped from a glass of blood, sitting infront of cackling hearth.
" Dad. " Abhay percepts tension thick in the air.
" Do you know anything about this? " Chand threw a town newspaper on the glass tripod.
The creases in Abhay's head became tightly parallel, as he ran his gaze on the head lines.
" Are you doubting me dad?! " Riping the newspaper in two.
" No. I just had a thought. ", meeting Abhay's eyes.
" No. I didn't hunt a human. Is it enough?! " His temper was all over his head. How can his father doubt him, after all he had taught him to control his thirst and he had proved his worth every time.
Chand nodded. And being so pissed at his father, Abhay wanted to escape.
" You could help the clan, you know? To find the attacker. "
" I will think about it, later on. I have a play to concentrate on, dad. "
" Okay. But, don't be too late. "
Now he had enough and he bolted out, in a blur.
Why was this happening?
There was so much anger boiling in him, and he had no one to let it out.
Halting in between the woods he pushed, a tree and uprooted it.
He needed to hunt, again. Since he had came back to consciousness, he felt his blood lust ten folds stronger than before.
He knew what he needed and he knew to do better too.
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" Daddy, when are we going home again?! I wants to play. I don't like here! " It was a girl, who held her father's hand and was pleading him.
" Soon, Ama. " His father answered and resumed his conversation with Mr. Sharma, principal of Mt. College.
Feeling crestfallen she looked down, at her shoes. It was start of weekend, and her parents had promised her to take her out for ice cream.
And right now, she was too impatient to wait. Getting bored she looked around. The corridors were empty except, for the students carrying boxes.
Looking into empty classrooms, she felt creeps.
" Daddy, where is washroom? "
Her father raised his eyebrows, looking down on her.
" I swear, I won't take long. ", she pinched her neck and showed him her dark orbs to add into her plead, while her left foot was raised up above ground channeling her whole weight on her father's arm.
" Mr. Diwan. I think I can allot someone to give her a tour, or maybe to keep her amused. ", said Mr Sharma.
" Will that be okay, with your students. I don't want anyone to be bothered. She can be handful sometimes. "
" Believe me Mr. Diwan, my students have been preparing for days, little distraction won't bother them. "
" If you say so! ", Mr. Diwan was apprehensive, about letting Ama play around for sometime.
" Let's see who is nearby?! ", and he went to find a student at the end of corridor.
" I want you to be at your best behaviour Ama. Don't roam alone. Don't trust any stranger man. Don't create any problems for yourself or anyone else. You got that?! ", he caressed Ama's head.
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