Chapter III
My vision is flooded with blackness, and there's a heavy wind rushing passed my face. I can only recall recent events. Solomon killed mom, Solomon... bit me? Beverley! The thought of her makes me snap out of my unconsciousness.
"STOP! STOP!" I yell. And we come to an immediate stop. "My sister! She's back at home! We have to go get her." I say.
A look of confusion flashes on his face and then sympathy. "Alright..." He says under his breath.
We show up back at the unlit house, as it is still early in the morning. I grab the handle of the door, but it breaks off at the slightest touch. We make our way up to Beverley's room, and I turn on the light. Everything is so vivid. I stay still, not breathing. I can hear and see tiny specks of dust landing on the numerous nick-knacks my sister managed to collect. I look over to Beverley's bed, and there's a big red stain smack in the middle.
I creep over to the side of her bed, and lift up the covers. Beverley is sprawled across the bed, her chest keeping still. I fall to my knees.
"I'm... really sorry kid. I couldn't help myself. In the hundreds of years that I have lived, I have never tasted a blood like hers." He whispers.
The light of my life has now been put out.
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Love, Blood, and War.
FantasyJoseph Andrew Bernard has divorced parents that live in the house together and are always drunk. Joseph has been abused for the past 7 years but has managed to protect his sister, Beverley, who is the light in the dark for Joseph. After Solomon Le M...
