Creatures Of The Night

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Killing and burying Valentina caused my body to ache painfully. I guess this kill was really affecting me for some odd reason. I had to walk back to the bar and by the end of this journey it made my legs feel like dead chunks of meat. I had to go back and collect my motorcycle a Kawasaki ninja 500R. I discovered it from a junkyard where it was very mashed up badly. It cost quiet a lot to fix but it always worked for me. Plus, it was black and sleek! What more could I ask for?

I called her Nini because she acts like a ninja all quiet, fast and very deadly. I know I should have just driven to the cemetery but Valentina's body would never fit on my motorcycle. When I was getting Nini to start-up, I looked back at the bar thinking about my crime. I guess it was true when people say 'the criminal always go back to the scene of the crime'. That was me. I was a criminal.. A lowlife thing. A pathetic creature. After these depressing thought's, I drove off into the night.

All I wanted to do was go to sleep and forget about everything. By everything I mean this world, my life, however I knew that when I wake up, I'd still be in this chaotic world in this horrendous life. I wasn't in the mood to think about the Pete and Valentina scene where she bit him. I'm just going to take it as it never happened and my imagination lost me for a second. As a matter of fact, it hasn't been the first time.

I was driving back to what I called home. It wasn't really a home though. It was spacious house owned by someone else and I just crashed there. The house was on a street with houses twice its size and it always look like it never belonged there. Once I reached my destination, I switched off Nini and jumped off. The house was mesmerizing. It was one of the few things I could actually 'mind'.

The house looked Victorian style with slanted roof. The house was made of hard red bricks each perfectly in line with each other. The house only had two floors which was all I really needed. It wasn't the best of places but it would do it's job. Inside, everything was basically dressed in a ghostly white. To stay here I had to pay a rent every month. The cost was not too high or low which I really favored as some places cost a fortune to live in. If you would ever was to be born in this world, you better pray and beg you were born in a rich family. The real person who owned the house was an old woman called Ms Fernando.

Ms Fernando was a very old woman probably in her late sixties. She was extremely thin up to the point where you could see her skeleton structure. Her skin was a white color that resembled unhealthy milk. Her hair was short and curly, in an Afro style the color a silky shiny white. The color of her eyes were dark brown the color of chestnuts. Her body was mattered with wrinkles. She wore clothes from the ancient times, long gowns the color of pink and purple with designs of big flowers all over. I remembered once, for my sixteenth birthday she surprised me by giving me a long white gown, even though I never asked for a present. When I asked why she gave it she replied,

"Oh, it doesn't matter... But you must have someone to care for you, and give you attention now and then."

Ms Fernando always showered me with kindness. She cared for me like I was one of her beloved grandchildren. I just didn't understand why she does what she does. In this world, to care for someone who was not a family member was really rare. It was a sign of weakness, which everyone would attack to get what he or she wanted. In my world, it was everyone for themselves. If she ever found out, I was an assassin she probably would never be able to look at me in the eye ever again.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside the heated house. The same old corridor surrounded me which sometimes gave me the feeling of being trapped. Kicking of my flat shoes in the closet not caring if it would be misplaced or not, I listened intently to the voice of the house. The wooden floorboards creaked and groaned, trying to hold each other in place. The soft but steady tick of the old grandfather clock echoed throughout the calm atmosphere. I wondered if Ms Fernando was here.