Bloodlust

chapter twenty-four

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We walk out of the house and run in separate directions. Both of us are smart enough to get away from the house.

I have one last thing I need to do before I kill James though. I know that as soon as I kill him I’m going to need to run away and never come back.

I don’t have anyone left, so leaving isn’t going to be that bad. Anyone that was close to me is gone. James killed them, and I killed my own best friend. I hate to admit that James was right. It makes leaving easier because I won’t be leaving anyone or anything behind. I don’t have anything left. It’s all gone. I’m going to be alone for the rest of my long life. I feel a pang of something; sadness. I shouldn’t be sad that I’m going to be alone. I shake the thoughts out of my head as I arrive at my destination, the last stop before I kill James.

I look at the house, white with green shutters and a green door. The lawn is pristine with leaves from the tree starting to turn colors and fall on the lawn. There’s a swing hanging from the tree. I knock on the front door and a tired woman answers.

“Hi,” I say in the most seductive voice I can. “I think you should let me in and then you should go back to bed.”

The woman rubs her eyes and nods, holding the door open for me. I step into the front hallway that smells like cinnamon. The woman smells good, and she’s weak.  But she’s not my prey. My prey is upstairs waiting for me. I follow the woman upstairs and into her bedroom.  The room reeks of sex and scented candles.

“Wake up the man,” I command her and she obeys. I get a glimpse of myself in the mirror; a dark figure with pale skin and glowing eyes stares back at me. I’m a little shaken by how much like James I look and how much like James I’ve become, but I’m doing something important right now. I can’t let James distract me.

“What is it Sandra?” the man grumbles. He looks at me through bleary blue eyes and what’s left of his light hair is sticking up everywhere.

“You look like your son,” I say from the doorway and the man stares at me.

“What the fuck?” he asks as he digs through his nightstand and takes a gun out. I smirk. A gun won’t kill me. If he can see well enough through the darkness and ends up shooting me, it’ll probably hurt like a bitch. But that’s not stopping me.

“I suggest you put the gun down,” I say smoothly.

“Anthony…Anthony Rush?” The man asks me as he puts the gun on the nightstand and squints in the light to try and see me better.

“Maybe,” I say vaguely as I step towards them. “Maybe not.”

“What are you doing here?” the woman asks me.

“Nothing important,” I say and I focus on making them want to listen to everything I say. “You’re going to hear a little bit of noise in the other room,” I tell them. I can see them visibly relaxing at the sound of my voice. “I want you to ignore it and if anyone asks, I was never here.”

“Okay,” they say in unison. I walk out of their room and close the door behind me. I walk down the hallway to the room where my prey is sleeping. I open the door and don’t bother with turning on the light. The room is decorated with band posters

“Hey Drew,” I growl as I punch him through his comforter.

He startles awake and sits up quickly sending his sheets askew. “Who’s there?” he asks. I smile at the fact that he can’t see me. I could kill him now and get it over with, but I’m not done with him yet.