May 19th
Blood so red dripped, pouring onto the cobblestone floor. But it was not my blood. I looked up, seeing Roseangela standing between me and Dravis, his fangs digging deep into her neck. She let out a guttural cry.
Dravis pulled back, shocked at what he had done. "Why? Why do you do this?" he said, clenching onto her tightly. Like a bee attracted to a flower, he leaned back in and bit into her neck once again. He gulped down her blood loudly. Dravis seemed to have lost control, drowning himself in her blood. Tears wept up in his eyes and he pulled back once more. "I've given things that you've wanted," he sobbed. "I guess it wasn't enough. I tried Rose, I tried. But you have completely forgotten about my generosity. Was it enough?"
"I'm sorry...Dravis," murmured Rose. Her body went limp. "I'm so sorry."
A screech rang from the sky, so loud that my body vibrated. I clasped my hands over my ears to block it out, but it did nothing. Plunging from the sky was the grey creature itself. It landed behind Dravis, cracking the ground beneath it.
Dravis turned, his mouth gaped open in fear. "How? How did it escape?" he stammered.
"It did not escape," said a voice behind me. I looked up, seeing Dovian unscarred. Like always, he stood still, composed.
"You! I said that it is not ready to be released until it is fully grown!" shouted Dravis. "How did you open it? I put a curse on those cells!"
"It wasn't me who opened the cell," replied Dovian and he looked down at me. "It was Harrington."
Dravis looked at me with fury in his eyes. "You made him?" he said.
Dovian shook his head with a smile.
"It was me," croaked Roseangela, raising her head feebly. "I made him. We figured out you're your curse. 'Only the first born can open it' and surprise, it works for mortals too." Roseangela chuckled. "You can't tame this one. It's bound to my blood."
The creature lunged forward, but Dravis quickly evaded its attack by swiftly dashing sideways. His movements were so fast my eyes couldn't keep up with it. Roseangela fell back but Dovian quickly jumped in to grab her. He carefully lied her on the ground.
Dravis curled his fingers into a fist and punched the beast's head. The stone creature howled and attempted to swipe back, but Dravis was quick enough to dodge it. The beast was no foolish beast either. As Dravis was about to make his next move, the creature caught Dravis in its large hands. Dravis tried to pull himself out of the creature's grip. At this moment I realised that this creature wasn't bred to be a house pet. It was bred for war and its strength was greater than that of vampires. Although, this was a juvenile, yet its strength was almost equal to Dravis's. It threw Dravis across the garden. He rolled on the ground and crashed into the hedges.
The creature was onto him quickly and it gave large swing. However, Dravis quickly vanished, but not for long. He reappeared at the creature's side, throwing another fist at its face. The creature lost its balance and came crashing down. One hit wasn't enough to stop the beast and Dravis noticed his. He went forward, stepping, kicking, and clawing at the beast like he was beating up some dog. The beast crawled away from Dravis, whimpering. Dravis stepped back, breathing heavily. He was injured. On his left side was a large cut. A lot of blood poured out from it but his wound was healing up slowly. Because of this, Dravis was unable to teleport at all, the beast had weakened him. Even though that vampires can live forever and have the strength ten times stronger than a human's, another wound like this could still kill him. Dravis stepped forward towards the beast with his fists tightly clenched.
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Harrington's Journal
ParanormalA tale of a man who believes that supernatural creatures are real. When he encounters one of them during his childhood within a forest, he knows he cannot simply forget it. Harrington delves into a dangerous world, risking his life to unveil the mys...