My World Without The Sun [COMPLETED] By RedGUITARistINpink (old penname)

Chapter 5 - Day 3 Blood House, And Hey, That's Not A Hen

It's already morning and I'm still not used to the sunlight rays. I stayed awake through the whole night and I'm so sleepy right now. I jumped out of bed and open the door.

Oh my god. He's such a baby for doing this. He slept in front of my door on the floor. And he's drooling.

"Henley." I say his name as I try to wake him up by shaking his right shoulder.

"Henley."

"Henley!"

"Woah, pretty angel." He murmured as he slightly open his eyes.

I passed him and went to Melinda's room.

"Melinda?" I said after I knocked on her door.

"Leah, come in." She said.

I open the door slowly then I entered.

I looked for her. I didn't expect her room to be as huge as this. It's like house inside a house.

"There you are. Come, seat here." She said while she tapped the chair beside her.

I sat beside her. She's doing some tiny charms.

"Look, I made you a blood in a bottle charm."

"This will control your human blood thirsty side."

"But I don't drink or ever tried human blood before. Maybe I don't need it." I said.

She examined her charm bottle for a minute then say,

"Or maybe you need this today before you go out."

She handed me the bottle and then she smiled.

"Breakfast is ready." She said.

She stand and walked out. I looked at the charm bottle for a while. Kinda cool.

Now we're all sitting in the dinning room. Melinda is eating, Henley is just slicing his broccoli again and again, while I'm just starting at mine.

I'm not used of eating these sort of stuffs. I'm thinking of going outside and go for a walk, maybe at Michael's farm.

"I don't like broccoli." Henley randomly said.

"Auntie, you know how much I hate broccoli! Why would you cook me some of these?" He said.

"I'll be outside." I said to them and then I stand.

"Wait, I'll come with you." Henley said.

"No need." I said then I went out.

He tried to stand up up but he couldn't.

"What the fuck! My legs are numb! Hell." He shouted.

I looked at Melinda. I knew it was her who does that. Anyways, I just walked out. Sorry Henley.

"Leah," Said Michael just right after I came out of the house.

He is handing a hen on his left arm. I looked at him and I say his name.

"Michael."

"I'm just wondering if... you could come with me in a... um."

"Where?" I asked.

I can see he's shaking.

"Michael are you ok? What is it?" I asked him as I touch him.

"S-Slaughterhouse?" He said.

First come up in my mind was 'a house full of blood'

"Why are you going there?" I asked.

"I need to deliver the hogs." He said sadly.

"Ok, but can't you go there alone? I mean um..."

"I understand. Yeah, I can go there alone but since you're here, why can't you join me? Just for once?" He said.

"Oh. Ok." I said with a smile.
"But, why do you have a chicken with you?"

"It's nothing." He answered.

I just nodded. Then we ride in his truck carrying hogs at the back, we head to the butchery.

While in the journey, I can clearly hear his heartbeat. He's nervous and he's like keeping a secret about it. I looked at him as he drive with the hen on his lap. Surprisingly, the hen is well behave. It just sat and sleeps on his lap.

After an hour, we finally arrived.

"Hmmm, the blood have surrounded the place. It smelled through the air." I said.

"Yeah, that's one of the reason why I hate this place. Poor pigs." He said.

It's been awhile since Michael released the hogs. We're now just waiting for the payment. The workers are still recounting, scaling, and stamping some of the hogs.

*pig's squeal*

"Ugh, shit." He muttered.

It looks like I already know why he hate this place. Still, didn't know a thing about the hen..

There's something wrong with me right now. Why am I not a blood thirst today? I usually become a blood thirsty vampire freak when I smell blood. But this time, I'm just so calm like a well behaved vampire. And I'm thankful for that, anyways. We're all lucky we didn't encounter my wild side today.
"Uhm, Leah are you ok? Sorry if you're bored already."

"No, I'm not bored. Actually I kinda like this place." I said.

*fake smile* "Um, you do? Cool..." He said.

"Mikey, here's the payment. You rise your pigs really good! I'm sure the costumers will like it!" Old Moffey told him.

I knew his name because it's written on his shirt. It's like 'Manager, Old Moffey' which is place on the left side of his chest.

"And you, what are you to Mikey?" Looking at me, he asked.

"I'm Michael's ..." What should I say? I'm not he's assistant or coworker! Nor his friend! Or I am already a friend of him? I don't know! What should I say?

Michael looked at me. He wait for a second before he say,

"She's my neighbor."

Oh wow... I haven't think of that. This is embarrassing. I've thought of many complicated things like, ugh, never mind.

"Ah, welcome in our town!" Old Moffey said.

"Thanks."

"Um, Moffey. It's good to see you, but we need to go." Michael told him.

"Oh well, see you next month, maybe."

Then we get in the truck. This time, the hen was at the back where the pigs been placed lately. I'm really curious about that hen. It doesn't smell like one.