Then Again

Chapter 31 - Sahar

Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! I have no idea where I'm going, no idea where I am. Shit! Fuck! Shit. Where am I? People wearing military camouflage. Where am I? Gate, grass, trees, and no signboard yet. Shit, am I at some detention centre? Where the fuck am I?

Street lamps litter the sidewalk, but the light barely penetrates the darkness. Or maybe my eyes haven't adjusted to light yet. They were so used to being in the dark of the tinted car as I dozed off. One minute I'm laughing the night away, happy and slipping madly in love with such a gentleman. And the next minute, I witnessed the same man go into a homicidal rage. The way the whites of his eye turned bright red like an animal that's finally caught its prey. The pure rage written across his face sent shivers down my spine. When he looked at me, I felt the adrenaline kick it. It was either fight or flight for me, and I chose flight.

But I have no idea where I flew off to.

I miss calculated my step, thinking I'm still walking on the sidewalk, only to lose my balance, falling off the ledge of the sidewalk onto the road. A flare ran up my ankle to my calf.

Shhhhit!

I couldn't help but scream into the darkness surrounding me.

"Fuck meeeee!"

"That can be arranged." I heard the serpent hiss into the dark. But I had no courage to look back.

"That's what happens when you run off in the dark on your own, Mi Lady."

I heard Sikander from behind me. This time, his voice wasn't soothing to me at all. I began to panic. The raging crazy man was right behind me. I scooted myself on the road, trying my best to run away from him. The gravel on the road was digging into my pants as I thrust and pulled my way across.

"Sahar, you look ridiculous, get up."

"Get away from me! Stay back, I know karate and I will punch you in your solar plexus if you don't stay back!"

"You're going to do what, to my where?", he laughed at my supposed warning. I heard his footsteps behind me. Each step he took crunching on the road was another burst of adrenaline for me. I tried to crawl faster, almost reaching across the road. Holding on to the elevated sidewalk, I pushed my body up to stand and hop with my good foot. Instead of going straight in the sidewalk's direction, I turned right.

"Why are you hopping Sahar," he quickened his pace behind me. "Are you hurt? Do you need help?"

"I said stay away you... you monster!".

I turned to estimate the distance between us but couldn't see him. He vanished into thin air.

Holy schnitzels, what if he is one of those vampiric things like in the Stephen Myers novels? Maybe he's more of a Lestat and not an Edward. That makes this entire situation worse. Maybe he wants to suck my blood. Maybe that's what he was doing to that man. He was beating him into a pulp to tenderise the meat to eat him.

I don't think vamps eat their meat they just suck on the blood.

Oh right! Maybe he was taking the blood out, probably that's why he doesn't kiss you.

Fuck, I'm screwed.

I turned back to continue hopping, only to ram into what I was running from. My entire hopping body collided with Sikander's chest, falling back onto the road with a severe impact. As my body hit the asphalt of the road, pain flared up from my butt to my back and ran up my spine.

Fuck, now I'm paralysed!

Quit being overdramatic, Sahar!

Sikander was standing right over me. There wasn't much light at this end of the street, so I couldn't see his face. But he bent down to grab my hand. I kicked him away with my good leg and scurried backwards on the road. But he grabbed both my calves to keep me in place.