Daughter Of Death

Chapter Eight

It was already late night when we arrived on the next town. Everywhere were eerie quite save the sounds of few passing cars. Rich, drop me off at the motel not to far from the dock, before saying thank you, as he drove off to his next destination.

The air was breezy and cool, and carried a honed smell of salt and sea.
It was so refreshing and nice.

I entered and motel with a soft chime off the bells on its door. A middle aged male attendant comfortably sitting behind the front desk look up from the newspaper he was reading and gave me a small welcoming smile.

"What can I do for you dear?" He ask giving off a small accent as he talk.

"Do you still have a vacant room?" I timidly ask him.

"I assume for one person only?" He peered through the glass to see no one in there.

"Yeah"

"How many days would you be staying, dear?" He ask, as he get a form under the counter to log my name and phone number.

"I am not really sure but I am going to pay for a week long." I shrugged

"Okay dear, just fill this up for me." He handed me the form which was only consisted of few basic data they needed from me.

After filling it up I handed the form back with some cash for payment. He took it and wrote something on the form that I just filled.

He took a set of keys on a drawer under the desk then handed me my room keys. It read room zero seven four, he then told me the directions to get to my room.

After saying thank you I dashed to the stairs ascending two at a time. After finding the room I struggled with the keys sighing in relief when I heard the familiar click of the lock opening, I pushed the door open almost stumbling in the process. Stepping into the warm and safety of my room gave a small comfort that I would still live until the next day. I put my bag on the side of a twin size bed before slipping off my shoes and coat.

I sighed in relief when my body finally sink into the warm and comfort of the bed. At that moment all I want to do was to sleep and forget everything, after I survived on my almost death.

It was not long when the all to familiar pull of endless pit of darkness engulf me and transported me into an unfamiliar place.

I was standing on a dark alley but this time it was different, I am not the killer nor the victim. I am an unfortunate audience of the impending massacre.

"Ple-please don't!" The man begged even if loud racking sobs erupted from his mouth. Crouching as he can no longer stand. It was either from fear or from a bad injury the man standing inflected to him. At the dark corner of the alley huddled together was a child and an older woman.

Her mother, maybe?

My attention suddenly ripped from the two when a low menancing voice cut through the stillness of the night.

"Well, I cannot do that my friend." The way he talked was far from being friendly, actually.

"Ple-please, sir."

Then I saw it, a trail of blood run from the side of his neck down to his torso, soaking his clothes in the process.

"What happened to him?"

"Did this man do this to him?"

If does, then his daughter and wife is in great danger.

But before I can make a move, a flurry of movement caught my attention. I don't even sure if it was just my imagination or a trick of the light.

"But since I am full right now..."
His words hang in the thick air. The tension intensified ten fold. His fear at the prospect of losing everyone he love and a small spark of hope was evident even in the dim light.