It was a day in spring, or so it seemed to the young boy.
The flowers were blooming, the sky was clear and the sun shone bright. But it wasn't too hot.No, it was just right.
"Son”, said the man, “I think you are well enough to go outside.”
"Will I be able to watch the sunset?” the boy asked, his voice so weak and fragile that even the man, standing by his bedside, could hardly hear his words.
"We will see, son.” the man replied with a sad smile on his face.
It will be the first time the boy will ever set his eyes on the setting sun, a terrible sphere of fire.The boy had read about sunsets many times. The variety of colors, slowly fading in the horizon... That was all the boy wanted to see before he died. He had expected his death since She died.
She told him beautiful, centuries old stories. Tales of the family, passed down from mother to daughter, and finally, from mother to son. The boy remembered very little of her, yet he could feel her piercing light-blue eyes watching over him at all times.
When she died, the man told the boy the he is dying. They knew he will die even before he was born. They have searched for years, but have not managed to find a cure. By that time her weak body gave out. And then the man gave up.
He left everything, moved to an isolated house farther than anyone could stumble upon, and just stayed with the boy. Then he told the boy of the only way he knew to postpone the end – the boy cannot become strong. His body was to be purposely weakened, or else that terrible illness will spread faster throughout the boy's body and destroy it.
Only then will he die.
Darkness began to spread, and they were home again. The boy was still overwhelmed by the blazing horizon, but even with this 'glorious' trip, the number of times in which he left his bed-room could be counted using one hand.
Back in the boy's room, monitors were beeping all around. The man looked at the boy, his gaze intense and sorrowful. The boy felt that it was too quiet. He wanted to say - "I've found a cure.” the man said.
The boy's expression remained the same, perhaps because of the influence of the many medications given to him all those years.
Suddenly, gentle beyond belief and slow, from the faraway front door - Knock, knock, knock.
The man looked away from the boy. He got up from his seat.
"I am so sorry.”
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The Day Killer
VampireA father who's son is dying of a unique and mysterious illness plans to be by his side to his last days in an isolated home. However, the father is tempted to cure his son in, as it first appears, a miraculous way, which only proves to have terrible...
