Scream [completed]

Chapter 18 (Silas)

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        When I had left Becca, I yearned for her touch again. Still needing to think about if I should or shouldn’t get closer to her, I had to leave. Hating myself for leaving like I did, I had to remember why I did it. Even though I was almost certain that I would sacrifice everything for her, she was still human. Over the past decades I’ve lived, I learned that whenever I decided to tell somebody about the truth of myself, they never handled I well. All those I’ve ever cared about, never could handle that I was supernatural and immortal. When I had believed that they should be given the knowledge of my being, they always ended the same; broken and scarred. If it wasn’t the case, they would hold up all their fright and it would seep through their mind and into their body. They would be in such a tragic emotional state that I would have to leave them or watch them suffer. I knew that they would heal if I left. And each time I left, it took me decades to recover. Since I feed off souls, humans couldn’t ever comprehend that the way I survive is the same way that they kill animals to live. No matter what, I needed to feed. So every time, I was forced to leave those I cared for. I guess it was easier that way. Knowing that they would age and I would stay the same anyways… though it still hurt. Only once have I had a relationship with a human. She was a gorgeous young lady. She was an upper class beauty and even though in the days she lived, women were not educated, she was intelligent and stunning. I watched her grow old and die, I had to stand by and watch as her life drifted away. Once, her face had held such beauty and wisdom but all humans die one day or another. Watching someone you love die slowly, is a feeling that can haunt somebody forever and change a person drastically for numerous years, lives even. For me needing to go over the pain and suffer for hundreds of years and more is truly horrific. If a human ever had to experience and remember all that I have seen and all that I know, their mind would fry; quite literally.  In my entire lifetime there was only one person I knew who could ever accepted that I was a Faded Shadow. That was a love that consumed me entirely and I will never forget her even if she is gone. Perhaps she was the only one who ever really loved me… Just thinking back to my past lives put me in pain. I may be soulless but it doesn’t mean I act as if I don’t have a soul. Having Becca being taken away from my life was unbearable and I don’t know if I could handle it. If I had already felt so much love towards her already, I cannot imagine the type of pain I will experience if she leaves me or if I can never have her. Wheather it is by choice or by fate, the thought of her leaving my life was torture and an ache to my heart. Suddenly, my phone rang; interrupting my thoughts. I hadn't been expecting a call. I checked the caller ID but the number was unavailable. I decided to answer anyways. "Hello?" I asked calmly. Silence. Not even bothering to speak again, I waited. The person on the other line finally spoke. "Stay away from her." Was all the low male voice said. I chuckled. "Who is this?" "Stay, away." His threats sent no fear to me, I laughed again. "If you're trying to freak me out it's not working, sorry." All I heard was static. Finally the man spoke again. "Why bother with an innocent girl who loves kindness, when you have no humanity." In a dark, serious tone I said to the caller "Humanity, is non existent."

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             I looked at the text that Dylan had sent me and drove my car towards the street that the part was held. Without needing to even look for the house number, I saw a house that was packed with cars, lights and music was playing from it. No doubt that it was where the party was. I parked close to the house but farther away from most of the cars so my car could have some space. I walked towards the house and when I entered the song Habits by Tove Lo started to play and people were jumping around, singing along and drinking. I have a high tolerance for alcohol, and being a Faded Shadow has no part of it. Looking around the room at the already tipsy people, I was grateful for my high tolerance and walked straight to where I presumed was where the kitchen was. I was right. There were people around the counter, near the fridge and at the tables. The house was fairly large and looked quite modern and expensive. I saw there were bottles of beer everywhere and a large unopened box of it. To be honest, I wasn’t much of a fan for beer. It was okay but my favourite was red wine. Looking around the house and in the cupboards I spotted a dark fluid in a bottle in the pantry. The bottle had already been opened and I checked the label. Jackpot. I took the cork out of the bottle and took a glass out of the cupboard. I poured myself a glass and took a sip of the wine. It tasted good, not as fine as the ones of collected over the past but still good. I put the bottle back to the small wine pantry. Leaning against the counter, I sipped at my wine. There was a couple near the entry to the kitchen showing serious PDA. Slightly laughing to myself, I scanned my eyes around the house and the people in it. I walked over to the main party room to see that more people had come. Not enough people to make it claustrophobic but enough people to call it crowded. There was another couple making out on the long sofa. “Silas!” I turned towards the voice. Dylan and a few other people started to walk towards me. I greeted them with a smile and Dylan said “This is Silas, the guy who creamed Bryan on the felid today.” I let out a laugh as Dylan patted my back. “No big deal” I said mater-of-factly. They started to talk to me about their group of friends and people at the party. I learned that the tall one who had dirty blond hair was named Sam; the two who were about my height were named Owen and Alex. Owen had brown hair and Alex had short dark brown hair. The boys were talking about sports as I listened along and drank my wine. Occasionally I would say something, otherwise, I just listened. I looked around the room and saw tons of girls in the tiniest clothing and they were dancing around the room. As I finished my wine, my eyes scanned the room again and spotted Becca chatting with a group of girls.