The Immortal Blood

Chapter 5

 Adam had waited at the entrance, sweating cold: when he was alone the manifestations worsened exponentially and he was already noticing shadows and strange movements that he didn't like at all.
The Valentines additionally were clearly late, another thing weighing down his day.
A roar of a car had resonated in the driveway, and finally appeared a grey Porsche that had taken the road at full speed until it parked next to his Subaru.
Todd Valentine had come out of the driver's side, while a man in his fifties, with gray hair and olive complexion, had come down from the passenger seat.
"Adam" Todd had planted himself in front of him, with that perfect smile that made him feel uncomfortable. "This is my uncle Vernon. "
"Hello, Mr. Valentine. " Adam had politely extended his hand to the man.
"Thank you, but my name is Vernon Foley. I'm the maternal uncle. "
"Ah, of course. Excuse me. " They had saluted as a sign of mutual greeting, but for some reason Adam had the feeling that the other had held his hand a little too long.
"If you want to follow me inside. . . " he had distanced himself, trying to keep cool. He had shown them the house, noting that Vernon had stationed in the bedroom for a long time, as if he was feeling something.
"Beautiful. " He commented on going out, then heading into the kitchen as if nothing had happened.
Fortunately, however, the tour had been devoid of strange events, so much that, when they headed to the door to go out, Adam had almost managed to calm down.
"So, Uncle, are you all set?" Todd was saying as he was giving the lock a turn of the key.
"Oh, absolutely. . . ah, damn it. . . must have left my glasses inside. . . could you please let me in again?"
"Oh, no, no problem. Do you know where you might have left them?"
"In the bedroom, I think. . . could you get them for me? I need to sit down for a moment. "
Adam had swallowed a heavy bunch of saliva, hoping that they would not notice the panic in his expression. "I'll, uh. . . no, I'll. . . check it out. " He took a deep breath on the way in.
He had turned on all the lights in his path, but already in the middle of the corridor he had felt the change in the air: the hair on the nape of his neck had risen as if charged by an electric current and the temperature had dropped by several degrees when he reached the bedroom.
The glasses were resting on the quilt, in plain sight, but when he had stretched out his hand to get them something had grabbed him by the wrist, while the pictures on the wall in front of him had exploded in a racket of glass. An ethereal voice had called him from inside the walls and the room had begun to spin on itself. He had felt supported before touching the ground, but the touch had been threatening, not friendly.
Two arms as hard as stone had wrapped him, moving his head to one side, and a beast had bit him on the shoulder, making him scream with pain.
Cold hands had crept under his clothes, into his pants, touching, claiming, and a firm erection had been pressed against his thigh as he fell on the mattress. Afterwards, everything had become dark, but the certainty of what had attacked him had made it in time to cross his brain: it had been Todd Valentine, but he wasn't human at all.