~ A week later ~
I finally settled into my house. It’s weird, having my own place. I finished cleaning the house, and when I moved on to the flower shop, I realized that everything was clean except the thin layer of dust that clung to everything.
Dusting took a lot longer than I had expected. I went throughout the whole place except for the one door that wouldn’t budge. So, being me, I HAD to get that door open.
I ended up throwing a stool at the door to get it open. When I had opened the door, a figure stood there, in the middle of the room. It was all a blood red color, and then I realized it was blood. I turned the light on and the figure spun around.
Peter.
My baby brother. Standing there, unharmed. There was blood smeared on his shirt, shorts, all up his forearms, and around his mouth and chin. I was horrified.
“Mia.” He said lovingly. That’s not his voice. This voice, so ancient and official sounding, was definitely not from this century, or familiar. He reached behind him, and pulled out a long kitchen knife that was dripping with fresh blood.
“Peter what happened to you?” I ask.
“It’s a small price to pay for immortality,” the voice echoes. Sounding so odd with that 12 year old body of my brother. He’s not my brother. It’s not my brother. “The boy can and will die again after I am done feeding.”
“Who are you?” I ask.
“Aralt,” He says simply. “I am the human blood and the sacrifices. It is the essence of my being. Human blood keeps me going”
“Then why are you using my brother?” I shout.
“Because of his abilities, of course. His body is so well functioned, I couldn’t refuse. He’s not even decayed yet!” He smiles.
I always knew Peter was so well functioned in his body, but not this way. I lunge at him but, he raises the knife so quickly, I have a long gash all down my right arm in a matter of seconds. I scream in pain and agony. As loud and as long as my being will let me.
“No. No! NOO!” Aralt yowls as he and my brother’s body melt into ash. The pure horror of my scream had killed him, or so I thought it did.
I shakily get to my feet and run to my house. Inside the house, I pick up the phone and dial 911 to have an ambulance get sent straight away.
